Scarred

by Elizabeth Knox

  The rest of the day goes by smoothly, I helped Mindi decorate the red velvet cake that she was craving, and we ended up eating way too much then we should have. Aimee came over and sat with us, the entire time we were talking amongst ourselves she had slipped her hands under the table, slowly skimming her hand up and down my inner thigh, driving me wild. I knew what she wanted, and maybe she’d get a bit later tonight, if she was lucky.

  I go back to the house, it’s so much better than staying in the club. While I adore the Reapers clubhouse, it is so loud! All the time there is noise, and sometimes I just want a little peace and quiet. When I leave the club, Mindi had reservations. Most of the brothers left with Lloyd and George to go on a run. There’s a few issues going on with the Bears MC that they need to iron out. I assure her that I’d be fine, and I would. It’s not the first night I’ve been left in this big house alone, surely it won’t be the last either.

  I decided to pop a pizza into the oven, wanting something crunchy to chew on tonight. I won’t lie, I’m a pig. If I didn’t have to eat healthy, then I wouldn’t. I could survive solely on buffalo chicken wings and a good pizza. Tonight, pizza won and I would have my chewy, crunchy deliciousness.

  The night passes quickly, I have half the pizza eaten when there is a knocking at the door. I grumble, not wanting to get up from my comfy position on the couch. I roll my eyes, huff and go towards it. I bet it’s a prospect, sometimes when the guys are out they leave a couple prospects hanging around the club to watch over us. It’s a security thing.

  I place my hand on the handle and pull the door towards me. What I didn’t expect was to see the person who stands before me, or maybe I did. I had been expecting it for ages, but never did I expect this person to knock at my front door.

  “I bet you’ve been waiting for me, worrying, wondering when it was that I would finally make my play. Isn’t that right, baby?” Rage’s eyes scan over my body, right as his hand shoots out and grabs my throat. “The thing is, I wanted you to do that. I wanted you terrified. From the looks of it, you are, because no one will be here to save you this time.”

  He’s right, no one is here to save me. No one is here at all. I’ll probably be dead before they even get back.

  “Grizzly is keeping your brothers busy. He and I have an agreement, you know. He’ll become a charter Prez as soon as he takes your brothers out. I told him to do something for me, though. Don’t you want to know what that is?” He kicks the door shut behind him, squeezing my throat harder until a squeak of discomfort comes up my throat.

  “I told him to bring Tex to me. He isn’t to kill him, that’s my right. I’m going to let him watch as I fuck you, then the brothers I brought with me, then whoever else I decide. If you think I’m going to kill you, Roxy. Oh, I’m not. I’m going to do much worse to you. You’re going to be the personal cum dumpster for the Demons of Hell. Everywhere I go, you will go. Anyone who wants to use you, will. You want to know why? Because you’re my property.”

  I blink, unable to process what is happening in front of me. This can’t be real.

  This can’t be real.

  Chapter 20

  When something feels off, it is.

  – Abraham Hicks

  Tex

  I’ve been sitting out here, leaning against my bike for the last hour and a half. I can’t say exactly why I feel like somethings up, but deep inside me, I just know. It’s like a sixth sense. Fist has given me the low down on why he and Grizzly, the Prez of the Bears MC, don’t get along. They never really have, but it doesn’t help that there is bad blood between their fathers as well. It’s a decades long war, and who knows if it’ll even end soon. They put up with one another because they have to… or maybe it’s easier for them to have the so called “truce” they have right now. I’m not Fist, I wouldn’t fucking know.

  Fist and Cracker have been in that bar for far too damn long. I’m out here man to man with the Bears. The only two people in that fucking bar are our Prez’s and the VP’s of our clubs. The rest of us stand here, eyeing each other almost as if we’re waiting for a gun to go off just so we can end the others’ lives. We’re enemies, there’s no sugar coating this shit.

  Bolt and Dracus are on both of my sides, eyes focused on the Bears. I wouldn’t put it past any of them to pull out their gun and start shooting for the hell of it. In my years, I’ve seen crazier things happen. This would be one of the more predictable actions I could see them taking.

  “Aimee wants us to stop riding around,” Bolt says out of nowhere. I look to my right, glancing at him and then to my left to Dracus.

  “She wants you two to get patched in with the Reapers?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Aimee has confessed to all of us that she wants to make the Reapers her full time home. She loves driving across the country with her men, but she misses having a sense of home. She craves it, and I can understand the need for that one place. Almost like the calm within a storm. A safe haven of sorts.

  “Yep.” Dracus murmurs.

  “Have you two talked to Fist?”

  “Why would we do that? Don’t know if we even want to be patched in,” Dracus huffs, kicking the gravel underneath his boot.

  “Aimee has told us that she’s going to stay if we don’t. Guess it’s an ultimatum of sorts. She wants to be here all the time, not out lugging across the States with the two of us,” Bolt confesses to me.

  “I’m not a fucker who puts up with ultimatums. She wants to take away our freedom, and I can’t say I like that shit,” Dracus argues.

  “She’s not trying to take away anything, brother. Aimee wants to give us more. She wants to fucking settle down and have our kids. You think she’s gonna do that while the three of us are riding across the States? No. She isn’t taking anything from us, we are only making a sacrifice for our future. A future that she wants soon, and if you won’t give it to her, then I sure as fuck will.” I’ve seen Bolt and Dracus get into it a few times, but never like this. They both love her, it’s obvious. I can’t say that I quite understand their relationship, but I understand our relationship – the group of us.

  “What if I don’t want to be cooped up here? Anyone ever think I prefer to be on the road?”

  “Sounds like you have a decision to make. You either stay Nomad and lose the both of us, or get patched the fuck in and be happy. Bro, you know that if you walk away from us you will be living with nothing but regret. Every day you’re going to wonder what could have been.”

  “I don’t want to lose either of you, but I’m not gonna stand here and act like only being in Montana is going to make me happy. I need to be able to travel. I need that – for me.”

  “Seems simple. We’ll talk to Fist about you handling some of the shit with the ally clubs. Maybe he’d be open to you representing us when we’re invited to events. It would be better to not have Fist out and about unless it’s necessary and all the while you’re still traveling like you want,” I suggest, hopeful that my idea will squash this pointless bickering between the two of them.

  “That isn’t a bad idea,” Dracus murmurs softly, taking his hand and rubbing it across his jaw.

  “Well then, looks like our Aimee is going to be tickled to death when we get back to the club.” Bolt laughs, I can’t help but smirk.

  Truth is, I know Rox likes Dracus more than Bolt. If he didn’t stay with the club that would mean she’d lose him, and while I’m sure we’d still have something going on with Bolt and Aimee – it wouldn’t be the same at all.

  You know, one day everything was simple. It was the two of us until the day it wasn’t. In one day, almost everything changed.

  Suddenly the doors to the bar fly the fuck open and out runs Fist and Cracker, guns drawn at every Bear in their direction. We all quickly follow suit, aiming at the enemy. I don’t know what the fuck just happened in there, but shit went down.

  “You’d best believe that any one of you fucking teddy bears who try to take a shot off at my men will fall to the gro
und quicker than you can say Whitefish,” Fist roars, nostrils flaring, he yanks another gun from his strap and points it at the man I’m aiming at. “Tex, Dracus, Bolt – get your asses to the club, NOW. Demons are in town.”

  … No. Fuck… Roxanne!

  I slide my gun behind my cut, under my pants, and hop on my bike, watching as Dracus and Bolt quickly do the same.

  “We’ll be there as soon as possible. Go, quick. Make sure our girls are okay… make sure that motherfucker hasn’t done anything to my baby sister,” Cracker says, hatred laced through his voice.

  I listen, taking my orders, riding my bike the fastest I’ve ever rode before. My heart pounds in my chest, head, through every part of my body as I go to her, praying – praying that nothing has happened.

  I’m not dumb, I know many things have happened in the time that I’ve been gone.

  I can only hope that he hasn’t killed her.

  Time will tell.

  Chapter 21

  You are a lie. - Anonymous

  Roxy

  Here he stands. The one man who has taken everything from me. Now he wants more, and I’ll be damned if I give him anything else. He’ll have to rip it from me, taking everything like he’s always done. No longer will I bend to his will. No longer will I be that weak woman I once was. I’ve changed, he just doesn’t know it yet.

  Rage stares me down, his name oh so fitting in this moment. The grasp he holds over my neck tightens, my muscles aching as his grip intensifies through each moment. His eyes could burn me into nothing but ash, the anger floating through him oh so evident. His nostrils flare, sweat beading down his face. I wonder what he’s going to do next, but I should anticipate it. I may have changed, but I’d be a fool to think that for one moment this man could change any part of him. He is a monster, plain and simple. The one thing we can always remember about monsters is how predictable their actions are. The past has shown me just that. After all, a leopard can’t change its spots.

  “I’ve waited a long time, you know. I didn’t want to act out. I wanted to think about how I’d do this, about how smart I’d be… bet you didn’t expect that, did you, baby?” He drags his tongue over my face and licks me. I squirm in his touch.

  “I taste it, the fear. I’ve fucking missed it.” I glare at him in this moment. There is no fear within me. Only acceptance for the doom that I am no doubt going to experience. It’s coming, whether I want it or not.

  I refuse to let this animal make me afraid.

  I will not allow him to do it, to scare me into submission like he had for so long.

  “Go fuck yourself,” I seethe through clenched teeth, my hands balling into fists against the wall behind me.

  Rage grabs the back of my head and drags me into the kitchen, tossing me on the cold stone he takes my right hand and pulls a zip tie from his jeans, tying my hand under the island to the cabinet door. Then, he’s off to my left hand, zip tying it to the spicket of the sink, so tight that I couldn’t get out of it even if I tried, the plastic burning into my flesh.

  I kick my legs, knowing in the end it will do no good. There is no way out of this, no matter how much determination I have, I cannot do anything without my hands being free, or by the luck that someone in the Reapers is nearby and can get to me.

  I watch Rage closely, seeing as he goes to the drawers, opening them individually until I see him pull out a butcher knife. I close my eyes for just a moment, trying to find inner peace within myself. There’s no telling what he’ll do. He may cut pieces of me off, just for the hell of it. So many options and not knowing which one he’ll choose has my heart pounding in my chest, feeling it deep within my throat.

  He drags the knife against my back, cutting through the material of my shirt and into my skin. I bite my lip, trying so hard not to make a sound, not wanting him to know the pain he causes affects me. The weak woman – the one I was months ago would have screamed, she would have begged for him to stop, even though she knew that he wouldn’t. I think that woman believed in a fairy tale where he would have suddenly done what she asked. The woman I am now knows better. After years of trying to change him, turning him from a monster into a beautiful beast… I should know better.

  I don’t make a peep, refusing to egg him on even more. He drags the knife deeper into my skin, causing my body to coil. I bite harder into my lip, to the point where I taste blood. All of a sudden, my pants are gone, I’m left bare to him, my shirt only still on me because I’m plastered down to the stone.

  He walks from the kitchen, to the front of the house. I can barely hear his voice, but what I can hear is the number of boots that come walking in against the hard wood floors. I look up and see familiar faces. He didn’t come alone. He came with the whole fucking club it seems.

  Face by face registers as they step closer, Rage, and each of his tiny minions. The only face I don’t see here is Roman. Where the fuck is Roman?

  I don’t know all of their names, but I notice how the room floods with at least ten of them. I hear whimpering, and quickly see my innocent sweet red-haired Aimee. Tears fill her eyes, she looks around the room until she spots me, strapped down to the island, bare to the world.

  “Rox!” She screams right as the back of a hand slaps her straight across the face. She falls to the ground, slumping into it as she sobs repeatedly. I feel horrible in this moment, so badly. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t be in this situation. She’d be safe.

  “One of the little prospect boys here told me you have something going on with this girl. I had a feeling you liked pussy, kind of makes sense after all this time.” In comes Fang and Saber, they’re newer prospects that the club has had prospecting over the last few weeks. They both have guns to the back of their heads, looking at me and then to Aimee. They’re just kids, maybe a few months over the age of eighteen.

  “I’m sure you remember how this plays out, don’t you, baby?” Rage snickers as he pulls me up by the back of my hair, making me whine in agony. “But first, I have something that will make it a lot easier.” He slides his free hand and goes into his pocket, pulling out a metal circle, it has pieces in the front, and I know exactly what it is for. He pries his fingers in my mouth and inserts the metal object, the metal in the front serves as a way so that I won’t close my mouth, keeping it open wide for whoever decides to use me. He goes back in, pulling out another and tossing it to one of the brothers in the room. “Put it in the ginger cunt’s mouth, we’re going to have a field day tonight.”

  I don’t want to watch; however, I do as the man Rage tossed the object to forces it in Aimee’s mouth, and her whimpers taking over her, body thrashing violently in the horror she is about to experience.

  “You know how this works, boys. Have your fun, it’s a free for all.” Rage orders the men around him, my eyes catch them freeing their cocks. Watching as I see them go to Aimee and rip her clothes apart, freeing her breasts from the confines of her shirt, shredding her shorts until there is no layer that can separate them.

  One man forces his cock into her forced open mouth while another lines himself up with her ass, shoving himself in I hear her cries. A third takes an opportunity to fill her pussy, climbing underneath her, all of them fuck her in unison.

  Rage drags me up by my hair, forcing me to look at him. “I’m going to use her tonight in every way I’ve used you and then some.”

  He climbs behind me, shoving himself into my dry heat. I ache, burning as he thrusts himself inside. Every movement is nothing but pure torture, agony. I’ve been here before, too many times to count. The only way that I know to get through this is to think of something else – anything else. Distracting my mind is the only thing that will help me. It’s so much better than facing my reality. It’s not in fear that I do this, that I tune out the pain I’m experience, but survival. I have to do this.

  I just wish that I didn’t have to.

  Chapter 22

  You couldn’t fight your demons, so you sent them here to torture me. -
hy

  Roxy

  I don’t know if it’s been hours, or if it just feels like it has. I can’t count how many times the men in this room have been inside of me. With every minute that passed it felt like more men kept coming into the house, standing in line, waiting to fuck their Prez’s wife – something that I hadn’t wanted to be in such a long time, his fucking wife. What a joke it was.

  Aimee stopped crying ages ago. I think after a point she realized it was no use, crying only encouraged them more.

  “You’re going to fuck her now, or I’ll shoot you both. Pick. Do you want to die, or fuck her?” I hear Rage’s voice snarling at someone, who I do not know that is, until they face me.

  Fang and Saber.

  They both walk towards me. Fang shoves his cock into my mouth, down my throat, pulling on my hair to look at him as he does so. “Jesus, bro. Why do you look like you’re enjoying this?” Saber snaps lowly at him.

  Fang shrugs, thrusting himself back and forth in my throat. “Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to fuck her. You have the biggest hard on for this one.”

  “We aren’t fucking her, man. We’re raping her. Can’t you see that?”

  “We’re making a choice. One where we both stay alive at the end of this. Man-up and shove your cock inside her before he puts a bullet in you.” I feel the pressure of Saber’s cock entering me at Fangs advice. He wasn’t wrong. In a fucked-up way, I did know that they had to rape me to stay alive. I highly doubt they would stay that way after this, though.