And then my door bursts open, so hard it hits the wall and rocks back on its hinges. And the man who enters is the very last man I want to see. It’s Buster.
My mouth drops open in surprise and horror. “What are you doing here?” I hiss, “Please get out of my room.”
He swaggers into the room, rolling as though he’s drunk, “Shut your mouth, bitch. Unless I tell you to open for me.” He gives a spine chilling laugh at his own tasteless joke.
OH! SHIT! “Please leave.” Trying again to get him to go I start to reach for my wheelchair by the bed but he knocks it away, picking up my prosthesis and hurling it at the wall for good measure and following it with the crutches. I eye up the distance, knowing the only way I can get to my chair is to crawl.
“I’ve been waitin’ for this, seeing you flaunt your fuckin’ self around the club. You think you’re better than the rest of the whores but you’re just a fuckin’ cunt like all the rest. And now I’ve got you on your own, we’re gonna have us some fun.”
NO! This can’t be happening. Shaking, I glance at the bedside table but he’s quicker than me, grabbing my phone and throwing it on the floor out of my reach. I pull up the duvet so it’s tight around me, not quite able to believe what his intentions are. Surely he doesn’t mean to…
“You naked under there and waitin’ for me?”
“Get out!” I say it again, my only weapon within reach is a pillow, but I throw that at him anyway.
It hits him, but only makes him laugh again. “Though I’d love to have a pillow fight, baby, I’ve got other things planned for you.” He smooths his hand over the bulge in his jeans, and rubs himself through the material. Then he moves swiftly over to me, “Be grateful, bitch. The others might not be able to bring themselves to fuckin’ touch you, but I don’t mind ya a fuckin’ cripple. That’s good of me, eh? You’ve got a cunt and that’s all I want. Well that for starters, then it will be your mouth and I can’t wait to get inside that tight juicy ass you’ve been tauntin’ me with.”
NO! There’s no doubt about it, he intends to rape me. No! This can’t be happening. Quickly I run through my options, realising fast that there’s nothing I can do. The suite I’m in is slightly away from the rest, if I call out it’s doubtful anyone would hear and come to help. Shit! There must be something; I can’t let him do this.
“I’m not one of your whores.” I try to reason with him, keeping my voice as calm as possible although my heart is beating wildly, blood draining from my face as I try to think how I can possibly evade the inevitable. As he’s taken my supports away I’m trapped, I’m on my own, and I can’t move. I can’t let him use me like that. My heart’s beating so fast I think it’s going to jump out of my chest and I’m finding it hard to breathe. This can’t be happening!
“Of course you’re not a club whore―no one wants a cripple. You should be grateful I’m prepared to overlook your fuckin’ defects,” he sneers, his bloodshot eyes zooming in on me, “Be grateful that I’m here.” He cups his crotch in his hand and thrusts his hips forwards and back a couple of times, “You’re fuckin’ lucky. I’m gonna give you what you want. Bet you’re gaggin’ for it, ain’t you? Bet you’re gonna be fuckin’ tight as hell as it’s been a long time since anyone wanted near your broken fuckin’ body.”
As he steps closer, I again try to reason with him, this time unable to keep the tremble out of my voice, “It’s not what I want. I don’t want this. Please, please leave. Please don’t do this.”
“Oh, I like you beggin’, bitch. But I thought I told you to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut!”
He’s at the bedside now, and while exercise has helped my arms get stronger, I’m still no match for him as he wrestles the duvet out of my grip. I’m wearing a tank top and shorts, and as his hands go to rip my clothing off of me. I let out a piercing scream, only to get the back of his hand across my face. He’s wearing rings that cut my skin.
I try to fight, to push him off me, but he’s too strong. He tears my top and throws it down, his hands start roughly kneading my breasts, and then his mouth’s on them, he’s sucking and biting. His hand reaches lower as I scream again.
Chapter 10
Wraith
We got back from Mexico, with the M10s without problem which relieves the shit out of me. So far I’ve managed not to do time, but that’s the risk we take travelling packing so much heat. Relieved to have got home without being pulled over, I’ve spent the evening with my brothers at the bar, but while my body was there, my mind was elsewhere, with Wheels. And for some reason I’m remembering that first day she’d spent in the club. When Peg had taken her off I’d been worried he’d upset her―I knew he wouldn’t physically hurt her, none of us are into harming women―but he can be a funny motherfucker, and I thought he might upset her. I’d noticed fragility about her, and his no nonsense approach might have been too much for her to take.
But I’d been so fucking proud of her when he brought her back, he seemed to have given her a new determination, and made her believe walking again was possible. Something that over the past few weeks she’s darn nearly achieved. I’d like to see her without chair or crutches and on the back of my bike. I still. Fuck. Where did that come from? I’ve never had a woman on the back of my Harley before. Shaking my head, I try to concentrate on the conversation going on around me to get the woman out of my head. My thoughts are definitely leading me into dangerous territory tonight. I’ve never wanted an old lady, and there ain’t no bitch gonna be riding behind me.
It’s getting near two am. Sandy’s gone home, and Viper’s taking advantage, his cock eagerly being sucked by Allie. Rock’s being greedy with one hand kneading Jill’s tits, and his hand already down Pussy’s panties. I suspect either we’ll be in for a show shortly, or maybe not if he takes them back to his room.
I feel someone come up behind me, and a hand come round and grope my junk. Well it’s certainly not going to be one of my brothers. Spinning round expecting to see the other club whore, I’m not surprised to find it’s Chrissy.
“When you gonna take me on the back of your bike, honey?” Her voice strangely echoing my earlier thoughts, however she wasn’t the one I was imagining with her arms wrapped around me, breasts up tight against my leather….
She’s shattered the image in my head which annoys me. Roughly I push her hand away, “Ain’t never gonna have a bitch on the back of my bike, babe.”
“Course you are,” she murmurs at me.
As usual she’s made a bee line for me when she’s not servicing one of the other brothers, but her fake blonde hair and tits and her sharp features do nothing for me, even though I’ve given into temptation on occasion when I need to shot my load into the nearest hole. I thought she’d stay away after that last talking to I gave her, but no such luck. Reckon she’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic for my message not to have stuck. My thoughts of Wheels have, as normal, sent blood flowing south. As Chrissy’s hand wanders, her full red lips curve up in a smile as she touches my hardened cock. For a second I consider using her to get some relief, but I’m not that desperate tonight. And last time I was with her she was making it obvious she wants more from me than any brother would be prepared to give. A property patch. Well, she’s not going to be getting that. Best not to mislead her.
Pushing her away, hard enough she gets the message, I watch as she pouts, but doesn’t move away. Oh well, I can’t be bothered to play this game tonight, if she’s going to hang around, I’ll have to be the one to leave and make myself scarce. After the long ride today I won’t be that sorry to get into my bed. Uh uh.
I’d had a good time tonight, unwinding in the club and catching up with my brothers on what’s gone on while I’ve been away. Particularly over the last half hour after loud-mouthed Buster decided to take his leave. God, I hate that fucker. Thinking of him pushes Chrissy out of my head, and I resolve when Drummer’s back tomorrow I’m going to be having another little chat with him about our newest patched over me
mber. Not that he’s done anything in particular, but during our trip it was interesting that Peg’s view of him is about the same as mine. Neither of us trusts him nor believe he’s a good fit for the Tucson chapter, maybe we can get him to go back to Cali. Yes, I’ll need to have words with Drum in the morning, see if there’s some way we can get him out of our hair.
Leaving the club room, something guides my feet away from the direction of my room. Telling myself I’m only going to get a breath of fresh air before turning in, I carry on up the track, walking up towards the guest suite where Wheels is staying, I’ve overindulged tonight, making up for the need to stay sober on the road while carrying such a risky cargo, so I’m a little unsteady on my feet as I make my way up the small incline to the building she’s in, and my earlier, very inappropriate thoughts of what I’d like to do to her, come back into my head in blazing technicolour. That rack she’s got hiding, I’d like to see that for myself, put my hands all over it…
Suddenly a panicked scream fills the air. My inebriation disappears in an instant, and my hand goes to the gun at my back. Pulling it out I walk briskly forwards, another scream guiding my way. That was no scream of pleasure, and it’s coming from Wheels’ suite.
Adrenalin kicking in I start to run but reaching the door find it’s locked. There’s a key somewhere in my pocket but I don’t want to delay searching for it in my drunken state so kicking out sharply I smash the wood into smithereens. Moving swiftly across the central sitting area I shove open the door leading into Wheels’ room.
WHAT.THE. FUCK? Charging over to the bed I grab Buster by his cut and throw him off Wheels, my right arm arcing up and pistol whipping him as I do so. With all my strength and rage behind it he’s out like a light.
Multi-tasking I take my phone out of my pocket as I leap forwards, pulling the hysterical woman into my arms, taking just a moment to console her, and yanking up the duvet to cover her nakedness, “Shush, it’s over now. It’s me, Wraith.” I’m not even sure she recognises me through her tears until I feel some of the tension leaving her body. “Did he…?”
A shudder and shake of her head tells me hopefully I got here just in time. I press a key on my phone, it’s answered quickly, “Peg – I’m with Wheels in her room. Get here quick, Buster tried to fuckin’ rape her.”
The man in question starts stirring at my feet, leaving her I go and give him a sharp kick to his nuts, he doubles over. At least he’s immobilised for a moment.
Only moments later, Peg, Viper and Dart dash in, their faces turning dark as they take in the scene.
“Motherfucker!” Peg takes a swing at the wall with his fist, his palpable rage rolling off him.
“Fuckin’ bastard!” Dart unwittingly copies my earlier kick and I give a very male wince when he too kicks Buster in the balls.
Viper just stands and stares, his eyes wide in disbelief.
I just want Buster out of here for Wheels’ sake, she doesn’t need to see him any longer than she has to, “Get him out, and take him to the storage room.” I snarl. This is it, the end of Buster in the club, and the end of him completely if I have my way. As Peg and Viper grab him by the arms and drag him out to take him to the location indicated, the area with the innocuous designation where all manner of unsavoury actions take place, I’m so angry I can’t trust myself to follow them now. I’ll kill him, and to take the life of a patched member without the club having voted on it wouldn’t go down well. But to try to rape a woman who’s even more defenceless than most―I simply don’t have the words to express my repugnance.
And anyway, my first duty obligation is to the woman, still crying uncontrollably in my arms.
“She okay?” Dart has lingered, his face taut with concern, his voice almost breaking with worry.
“I don’t know.” Honestly, I don’t, not yet. A horrendous thing to happen to any female, but to her? It hasn’t escaped my notice that her wheelchair on its side on the against the opposite wall of the room, the crutches and prosthesis lying out of her reach next to it. “Can you go get a bottle of vodka?” Probably not the best answer, but it might help.
With a sharp nod, and a quick glance at Wheels, he leaves to do as I asked. I know it will be killing him too, he’s got a soft spot for the woman who’s been attacked tonight in the very place she should have been safe. And it won’t just be him; I know all my brothers have taken to her by way they behave when she’s in the clubhouse.
Now, how to comfort Wheels? I shift her so she’s held more comfortably in my arms, “Hey, sweetheart. I’ve got you now, he’s gone, and I swear you’ll never see him again.” I try to get through to her, “I promise you darlin’, he’s gone.” I smooth my hand up and down her back, not caring that her tears are soaking through my tee. When her sobs stop being quite so forceful, I decide to find out exactly how far Buster had got. “Here, tell me, did he fuckin’ hurt you, darlin’?” I’m hoping to get some response from her and that she’ll tell me I got here in time. Fuck, if he laid a finger on her…
When her hand comes up to wipe her eyes I think I’m beginning to get through. And as she lifts her face it’s then I notice the blood trickling from the side of her mouth, and that her cheeks split open. My breath catches in my lungs, as gently as I can I turn her to face me, “He fuckin’ hit you?”
“Yes,” her voice catches. Her hand comes up to touch her cheek to check the damage, but I cover it with mine and pull it down.
“May I?” I hover my other over the cheek where it looks like a ring caught it. I’ve seen that type of injury often enough before, hell, we all wear rings that double as knuckledusters. But I don’t want to take liberties or to scare her more, so ask again for her permission to examine it closer.
She gives such a tiny little nod, I almost miss it. But taking it for consent, the only thing she’s consented to tonight I remind myself, I felt my fingers lightly against it making sure I don’t hurt her more than she is already. It doesn’t look deep enough for stitches.
At that moment Dart comes back into the room, and thank fuck, he’s had the sense to bring the first aid kit with him. I ask him to put on the main light, and he brings the small case over to me, then I hear his sharply inhaled breath.
“He’s a dead motherfucker,” he breathes, “Never liked the fucker anyway.”
At least I wasn’t alone in that! Someone else as well as Peg was of the same opinion. Maybe that vote would go my way.
Keeping my voice as gentle as I can, working hard not to let my anger show, I tell her what I’m about to do, “Here, sweetheart, you don’t need stitches, but I’m gonna clean that up, okay? And put a plaster on.” I’m going to use the butterfly strips to hold it together, hopefully she won’t be left with too much of a scar, she won’t want a reminder of this night.
As I take an antiseptic pad and start gently dabbing at the blood, I get around to my main concern, “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” She goes to shake her head, “Be still now, and let me do this. But I want an answer, babe.”
Her voice has a little more strength in it now, but she still stutters as she replies, “He… he… groped me, roughly. My breasts, he bit me. He had his hand down my underwear but you stopped him before… before…”
As tears start to fall again, I pull her too me and hold her close. Behind I can hear Dart swearing, and a thump tells me he’s probably copied Peg’s earlier action and has hit the wall with his fist. I can’t fucking believe any member of the Satan’s Devils would even think of doing something like this. It’s not what the club stands for. And I blame myself for not acting on my instinct to get him kicked out of the club before he went this far. The warning signs had been there. Why hadn’t I acted on them?
“If he bit her she might need a tetanus shot.” Dart interrupts my thought, making a good point.
“Can you show me, sweetheart?” I know I’m asking a lot. Her hands are gripping the duvet to her like a shield.
Warily her gaze flicks over my shoulder to where Dart’s st
anding, but after only a moment’s pause, she pulls down her cover. She doesn’t have to expose much, there are clear teeth marks on the top curves of her luscious and perfectly natural looking breasts, not deep enough to break the skin, but nasty bruises are already forming. Dart whistles air in through his teeth, takes out his phone, fiddles with it for a moment, and then hands it to me. I take a picture of the marks, and cover her up again, then take a photo of her face.
Proving his usefulness, Dart hands me a glass with clear liquid, which I’m pretty certain isn’t water. I pass it into her shaking hand. “Drink this, it will help settle you.”
She takes a couple of swallows, the neat vodka making her cough, but it works to make her loquacious and it all comes pouring out. “I was completely powerless, Wraith. He broke in. I locked the door, honest, but he must have got a key from somewhere. He came in, kicked my wheelchair away…”
“Hush, now,” I grit my teeth, knowing I’d been right but not feeling any the better for it; it was her helplessness that bothers her the most.
Her hands grip my tee, her fingers curling and uncurling, “Thank God you came, Wraith, I couldn’t have stood it if he, if he…”
“Hush,” I repeat, she doesn’t have to put it into words. We all know what his intentions were. “You’ll never have to see him again, babe.” I reiterate my earlier promise.
“What… What’s going to happen to him?”
“We’ll make sure he never gets his fuckin’ hands anywhere near another woman, sweetheart.” Dart answers for me.
“I can’t stay here. I’ve got to get away.” She’s pulling back, pushing me from me. “What if someone else…?”
She thinks someone else in the club would take advantage of her? I have to get that thought right out of her mind. Gritting my teeth I tell her, “You don’t have to worry about that! None of the other brothers would even fuckin’ dream of comin’ near you, babe. You’re safe here. I fuckin’ guarantee it. None of them would lay a finger on you.”
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