Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 35
As they all settled, they got quiet waiting for their Prez, as I had heard Blood call him, speak. I still didn't know the leader's name. I don't think he intentionally kept it from me, it had gotten intense in his office pretty quick.
“Sorry to disturb your partying time, but I have a situation that I wanted to bring to you tonight,” the Prez said.
I watched as he passed the picture of me I had given him to the man next to him. “Pass it around,” I heard him tell the man who acknowledged his order. Once the man had taken the picture and studied it and looked at me, he passed it on. Then the Prez handed the man the picture of Brian and Mason, it went the same route the other picture had.
We sat quietly as the pictures made their way around the room. I watched as disbelief crossed some of the member's faces, those were the men that I knew had seen me that day. The ones with a look of puzzlement or curiosity, I knew didn't have a clue what was going on. As the men looked at the picture of Brian and Mason, several swallowed hard and looked up at me with pity on their faces. Once the pictures were back in the Prez's hand, he started.
“Our guest is Ava. Some of you have seen her before, as the picture shows, she looks different from the last time we all saw her. I know a lot of you have never seen her before in your life. But she is why I called Church. Before I have her tell you her story, I want to give those of you who don't have a clue what's going on a little background history on how we met Ava.”
He paused for a moment, took a breath then glanced at me. I nodded my head at him. He was silently asking me if I was ready to do this. I was. Maybe. I hoped I could keep the tears at bay this time, but I wasn't sure of that.
“About seven years ago, the club was out for a ride when we observed a car forcing another car off the road and down the side of a mountain. We stopped and went down to help out whoever was in the car. It was Ava, and her husband and son. Her husband and son were dead by the time we got to the car. Ava was just barely hanging on.
“We managed to get her to the top of the mountain by the time an ambulance arrived. That was the last time any of us ever saw her. Ava has come to me to ask for our help. I want you all to listen to her story. It's hard for her to get out, and it's fucking hard to hear as well. Let her finish before making any comments.”
I watched the men silently let their Prez know they understood his directive.
“Ava, the floor is yours,” he said as he nodded at me.
I took a deep breath and began, “First off, I would like to thank those of you who were there that day for saving me. Sometimes I wished you'd let me die, but the majority of the time, I'm thankful that you didn’t.” I swallowed hard. This was gonna be hard, dammit. I felt my composure slip a little and took another deep breath.
“My husband, Brian, was a junior associate in a law firm.” I continued speaking to the men seated at the table, restating what I’d told everyone earlier in the Prez’s office of what Brian said to me that day in the car before he died.
Fuck, I could use a drink. I had no more thought that, than a beer came sliding across the table from Blood. I smiled my thanks to him, then opened it up and took a long drink.
“Bri had just told me this on our ride. I asked him if he could go to the police, but he said he didn't know who he could trust. He needed to think about it.” I gulped, “The next thing I knew we were at the bottom of the mountain and my son was dead.”
I couldn't hold back my tears and a sob escaped my throat. “Bri was just barely alive and he told me to run and get away from here and not to come back.”
Someone pushed a Kleenex into my hand, and I wiped the snot off that was trying to run down my face.
“So, after I got out of the hospital, I ran and haven't been back for seven years. As you can see, I've changed my appearance. I'm nothing like the kindergarten teacher I was. But I had to come back. I want that motherfucker to pay for taking my husband and son's life.
“I asked your Prez if he could help me out. I don't know how to go about doing it, other than walking up and shooting him point blank. And if that is what it's gonna take, then I will gladly spend the rest of my life in prison. But if there is any way around that, that's what I'd like to do.” I took a long swallow of the beer and waited for their responses.
As I looked around the table, it looked like every man sitting there was pissed off. Thank God. Maybe that meant they would help me.
“Do any of you have any questions you'd like to ask Ava?” the Prez asked the