Bullet's POV // (mentioning of violence, abuse. Trigger warning.)

The minute Poppy drifted off into sleep, tears started spilling. With shaking hands, I started to examine her body as far as I could come. I trusted her with all my heart and soul, I just needed to make sure she was right for my own sanity.

Of course she was fine, except the shock and the brainfuck in this shithole.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I held her close. The heat and her personal fragrance doing something to me, so I started to relax a little.

My mind wandered with 200mph. Will King and the others really find us? I promised Poppy to keep her safe.

This day I made a decision. Whatever is going to happen, I am going to push her away from the danger, putting myself in front of her and save her - or at least die while trying to save her.

King's POV/10 hours after the accident

"There has to be SOMETHING! Come on people!", I yelled at the others sitting around the table.

We've been awake for hours now, never rested after the run, still looking for my VP and his girl.

"King, the only thing we found was the motorcycle of Bullet and that is it... no clues nothing. We still don't know, who held Poppy captive all these years, so no clues and hints...", little Timmy said with anger in his voice. He'd been working on his laptop every second, after we've been home, unfortunately without any chance to get quickly back to our people.

A soft knock on the door could be heard.

"We have church here, what's the matter?", I yelled.

Lilian opened the door, looking at me with a cocked eyebrow. "There happened to be a phone call. For Bullet. He said he couldn't reach out to him, he has some information who were of importance to Bullet." "And who is he?" "I didn't get his name, he speaks with a dialect - Scottish or Irish I guess." Stomping around the table, I passed Lils and kissed her forehead, a silent excuse for talking rudely to her. She smiled at me and I went over to the bar, taking the phone.

"King's speaking. Who are you and what do you want?"

"Oi, King, nice ta hear ya again, here's Iarann, Souleater MC. I told Bullet tha I would call, he ain't here? I couldna get ta him on his cell."

Shit. Now what was Bullet up to?

"Nah, sorry he ain't here. Maybe you could tell me?"

"Uhm... well, actually I don't see a point ta keep it a secret. It is 'bout Poppy, Bullet's gurl."

"Go on, I am listening."

"Bullet asked me ta dig a little. I ha connections ta the Irish resistance, so I tried ta find her captors. And I ha luck on ma side."

"Jesus. For real? Ok, I need that information quickly, we have some sort of situation over here..."

Iarann paused on the other side of the phone.

"What happened?"

So I told him in short sentences what went down and how we're desperate to find the two of them.

"Well shite. Tha, King, is bad. Fucking bad. Her captors put word out ta destroy everything and everyone who crosses their way. The head of tha organization - his name is David Cameron. He is one of the nobles in England. But tha's not all. He is Poppy's uncle."

"Wait, what? Her own uncle?"

"Positive. Ma contact informed ma, her uncle is one of the worst people he had ever met. The body count on his agenda is endless."

"I don't give a shit about some English prick who gets off with killing people. He got to my VP and his girl. The girl who is just like a daughter to Sarge and me. We need to get them out."

"All right, just a minute, I give ma contact a call, he might be able ta find out where they are."

The minute the phone went quiet I turned around to see all the guys gathered at the bar, watching and listening to everything I just said on the phone.

"Iarann is on the phone. He is a Souleater. He promised to help Bullet find out, who held Poppy captive before she came to us. He has some contacts with the Irish resistance. He is talking to them right now."

Nobody said a word, just waiting for the seconds to turn into minutes.

After a while Iarann was back on the phone.

"All right everything is settled. Ma contact chartered a private jet. We are coming over. It will be 7 guys, a pregnant woman and a 5 year old gurl. Ma contact told ma, they try ta find out stuff while on the plane. Don't do anything without us being there, this Cameron guy is counting on it. He doesn't know ya got help with tha resistance. We will be at tha airport in two hours, we might need a taxi."

"Jesus, Iarann. What should we do in the meantime? We can't just sit still and wait!"

"Well, get some rest. The shit's over soon. And both of them will be happy ever after back at home. See ya soon, King."

The line went dead. And I focused on my brothers.

"Okay buddies. Iarann and his guys or something come over. They gave us a 2 hour delay before they arrive at the airport. Better get some rest."

Bullet's POV

I woke up with Poppy's soft body against me. Sighing contentedly I shifted a little and excruciating pain hit me. Not able to hold in a scream, I yelled out loud.

Alarmed, because of my yell, Poppy jumped up and off the bunk, stepping in front of me to shield my body.

"Baby... Poppy... nobody is here... I... I just moved to much..."

Tears of pain rolled down my face, when tried to breath away the pain. Poppy instantly came closer and examined my torso. Some parts of my chest were black and blue, especially in my rib area.

"Poppy stop it. There is nothing we could do about right now. Come on, let's talk..." "Talk about what? How we could escape with you being hurt like that?" "Poppy, baby. Do you trust me?" She nodded at that and sat herself back onto the bunk. Gently she helped me to get comfortable again, while laying my head in her lap. "Good. The others won't let us rot away. They find a way to get us home. We just need to hold onto each other, be strong. They'll find us." Poppy nodded again. Tears filled her eyes. I took her hand in mine, knowing she was afraid. "You know what? I am going to tell you, what I want to do when we're out of here." I grinned at her. "First of all, a shower. And hopefully you would join me?" I grinned at her and she blushed at my words. "And after our three hour shower I want to take you to the living room. Watching some movies or some tv show while ordering some greasy take out. Then after we ate, I want to cuddle up with you, hold you close and simply drift off into sleep. The morning after, I want to take you out for breakfast and go shopping. I want you to find a beautiful dress, no matter what color or what it costs, I just want you to feel pretty. And then we head to the registry office and get married. Just the two of us. We always could have a big wedding afterwards if you want one. I just want you to be mine. Forever and for all days." Looking her deep into her eyes, I saw a small shimmer in them. "Actually I think that is a good idea. Well maybe not immediately the day after we're back home, but when you healed up a little. I don't want to push you in a wheelchair into the registry office..." "Y-you really would marry me?" "Of course, Tommy. I love you."

Now I had happy tears running down my face.

"I want this, us, for the rest of our lives. I need you as my family Poppy. You are my family. " Poppy smiled at me. "And you are mine. Maybe in some kind of future, we can make an adaptation to our family. Like a cat or a dog..." "Poppy, if you want to have kids, just say it. I know we never talked about that part, but honestly, I don't think I would mind. I swore to everyone who listened, that I make it my top priority to make you happy. Besides seeing you just thinking about getting pregnant, moves something deep inside of me. Honestly if it wasn't like that right now, I would say fuck it, let's put a baby in your belly. " Poppy giggled. "Okay. When you are back on track, we can do everything we talked about. Because you being healthy again is my top priority for now." I kissed her hand softly. "I love you Tommy. ", she whispered to me. "Come on, lay back down, get some sleep for now..." She did what I told her and layed down, facing me. "I love you Poppy, future Missus Campbell."