Sitting in the car she tapped her foot nervously as Shannon pulled up to the dockyard. When Shannon had insisted on driving here to look for Matt, Sarah had known she had no other choice than to come with the American. There was no way that she would allow Shannon into this fight of hell without any back-up. To say that Shannon didn't truly understand how brutal some of these men could be, was an understatement.
Taking a hold of the bat she closed her eyes preparing herself mentally for what she was about to see. Opening her eyes she was met with a sight that sent chills down her spine. Chaos. It was the only word that could be used to describe it. Letting her eyes travel over the crowd she looked for him. When she couldn't find him, she felt herself panic. Then at the side of the fight she found him leaning against an old wall with Matt and Bovver beside him. He didn't look too good.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Shannon exiting the car. That stupid woman, she screamed in her head before opening the door on her side of the car and sliding out, taking a firm hold of the bat while doing so. God knows that she'd need it. Especially since she saw Tommy Hatcher's right-hand-man storming towards them. "Shannon, get in the car right now! Right now!" she shouted at the woman, who for once did what she was told as the man started banging on the car window.
"Hey, asshole, your mother obviously didn't teach her how to treat the ladies, huh?" she said before swinging her bat against him, hitting him in the lower back. Turning around he growled at her as he stalked towards her. "Want more?" she teased him before swinging her bat once again, hitting him on the lower right hip this time making him falter in his step.
Suddenly Matt appeared and then Bovver. Allowing the boys to handle the fight, Sarah backed away slightly. Then she saw him. Tommy Hatcher stalking towards the car with nothing but murder in his eyes. This was bad. Really fucking bad.
Looking around, allowing her mind to access the situation, she felt panic spread through her body. There was no way that Matt and Bovver, no matter how skilled of a street fighter Bovver was, could take on both Hatcher and his gorilla, otherwise known as his right-hand-man. No one else was in close enough proximity to be able to stop Hatcher from reaching the car. From reaching Shannon and Ben. Last night he had shown clearly how far he was willing to go. What kind of sick things he would do to the people he deemed responsible for the death of his son all those years ago.
Taking a deep breath, she makes her decision.
Sarah starts jumping up and down, frantically waving her hands back and forth to catch the attention of the Millwall leader. "Oi, Hatcher, you stupid little count, you've been looking for me? I'm right fucking over here so come and get me you stupid fucking asshole!" Sarah shouted at the top of her lung.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Pete leaning against a brick wall. Too far away to actually see his reaction, she could imagine his blue eyes widening as he realized what she was doing. "Sarah! No!" his voice echoed over the dock yard.
Choosing to focus on Hatcher rather than the voice that made the tears well up in her eyes, she looked as Hatcher turned around looking straight at her. "I'll deal with you later sweetheart, we'll have some real fun, you and I" he said before turning his attention back towards the black SUV containing Shannon and Ben.
In a split second, Sarah made a decision that she knew could possibly bring her life to an end. Allowing herself a few moments to look over at Pete who was stumbling towards, gripping his midsection, barely able to walk without falling to the ground due to the heavy beating he'd taken. "I'm sorry" she whispered quietly, so quietly that no one was able to hear it.
"He was your son, Tommy! Your son! You were supposed to protect him. Like fathers do!" she yelled knowing what the consequences of uttering those words would be.
Instead of focusing her gaze on the man running towards her in full speed, she looked at the man stumbling forward, trying to run, to get to her. He was shouting, his mouth was moving, but she couldn't actually hear what he was saying. Feeling her body turning numb, preparing itself for what was about to happen.
Then it came, the collation. Falling to the ground, she felt a heavy body keeping her in place as Hatcher started swinging his fists around. "Don't you talk about my son, you fucking little count!" he shouted in her face.
After what felt like an hour, but was probably just a few seconds, Hatcher heaved himself off her and started kicking at her. Kicking her in the stomach; in the ribs; stomping on her head and face. Nothing was out of limits for him. Nothing.
Slowly Sarah started fading into darkness, as the unconsciousness overtook her. The last thing she saw was the face of Bovver as he tried to pry Hatcher away from her. A small smile spread across her lips. She knew he'd come today. Knew that he'd show up for his brothers.
When he realized that it was Shannon's black SUV that rounded the corner, driving into the dockyard he became frightened. Who knew what a beast like Hatcher would do to her.
As he saw Sarah exiting the car with nothing more than a simple bat in her hand to protect herself, he became terrified. Last time Hatcher had seen her, he'd sworn that he would come after her if Steve survived the attack he launched against the Abbey. And Steve had survived.
Seeing her hitting Hatcher's right-hand-man with the bat, actually made a faint smile spread across his lips for a second or two. At least she was able to protect herself.
Watching Matt running over to the car and then being tossed around like a little toy by his much larger opponent, Pete turned towards Bovver who was at his side. "If you wanna make things right, protect my brother's family" he breathed out.
Bovver didn't hesitate, simply nodded, and ran towards the black SUV and the fight. Keeping his eyes trained on Sarah, trying to find the strength within to run over to her and protect her from all of these fucking bastards.
Suddenly she started jumping up and down, waving her arms like a maniac, and before Pete realized what she was doing she had opened her mouth and shouted. It wasn't the fact that she did it that made his entire body freeze in panic, it was the words that left his mouth.
His blue eyes widened at her words, as he watched Tommy Hatcher turn around looking at her with murder in his eyes. "Sarah! No!" he shouted, the panic clear in his voice.
"I'll deal with you later sweetheart, we'll have some real fun, you and I" Hatcher said before turning his attention back towards the black SUV containing Shannon and Ben.
Pete felt himself breathe out in relief, at least Matt and Bovver was there to protect Shannon and Ben. Sarah had no one. Stumbling forward he directed his gaze towards Sarah. Holding his hand on his stomach, knowing that he'd breaker at least a few ribs, he tried running, but fell to the ground.
"He was your son, Tommy! Your son! You were supposed to protect him. Like fathers do!"
As the words left her mouth, and registered in his mind, Pete pushed himself of the ground and started running towards them. Every fiber in his body, every tiny, little cell, hurt like hell, but he chose to push through it. "He's gonna kill her, Bovver! Help her!" he shouted looking wildly around. "Dave! Ike! Someone help her!" he begged them as he ran, cussing himself mentally for not being able to run faster. For not being able to protect her.
Watching Hatcher heave himself off her limp body, he cursed loudly as he saw the man stomp his military booth on her head. Letting out a sigh of relief as Bovver, Dave and Ike reached the two of them, pulling Hatcher away from her, he pushed himself a little harder.
As he reached her he fell down on his knees beside her unconscious body. "Sarah, wake up! Wake the fuck up!" he yelled in frustration. "Baby girl, come on now, I'm not letting go of you. Come back to me" he begged" as he gathered her limp body in her arms pulling her close to him.
Pete didn't realize it at the time as his focus was solely on the woman he was holding in his arms, but the fighting had stopped entirely with everyone standing around the couple on the ground watching with sadness filling their eyes as they finally realized what the fighting, the adrenaline kick they claimed to live for, could have severe consequences.
"Bloody hell, Pete, come on brov, we've gotta get her to the hospital" Bovver said pulling Pete off the ground and in the process pulling Sarah up with him. Bovver swiftly gathered Sarah in his arms while Dave and Ike supported Pete towards the black SUV.
All of them running, Matt opened the backseat doors as Shannon took Ben in her arms. Bovver allowed them to heave Pete into the back eat before he gave his friend the body of his girlfriend then he ran around the car, jumping into the driver's seat. The others piled into various parts of the car and held on as Bovver took off.
For once Shannon was thankful for the reckless driving of the young man as she sat in the driver's seat of the car looking at the bloodied, beaten woman lying in the backseat. Closing her eyes she found herself praying to God, something she had not done in years.
Bovver pushed the gas pedal to the floor as he swerved left and right to avoid crashing into another car. As he speed down the streets of London, he tried to focus his attention on the driving, but everything that had happened over the last few days was fucking up his mind.
This, the Major nearly dying and Sarah, one of the few females that he'd ever cared about, a girl who he had come to look at as his baby sister, possibly dying. It was his fault.
No, she couldn't die, she wouldn't die, he wouldn't allow it.
No bloody way.