Whiskey: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 1)

by Chelsea Handcock

  Tank also made him realize that he was right, Addison was a toy for him back then. She was a good girl he wanted to corrupt. A sweet girl he wanted to make nasty, and he had. On the outside she was perfect, and he chose not to look one millimeter deeper. She represented something that all the fuckers in town thought he couldn’t or shouldn’t have, and he loved rubbing it in their faces every time they went somewhere. He was a Ruthless Bastard even back then.

  Whisk wanted to scream and yell for the man to leave, but Tuck stopped him.

  “Sit the fuck down. This bullshit all ends now, got me? I’m sick of watching this dissension in my fucking Club. You’ll hear everything Tank has to say, Whisk, and then Link will say his peace. After that, I don’t give a fuck what you three do. Take it to the yard and beat the shit out of each other or turn in your patches. I am fucking done.”

  Tank started right in and the words he was saying caused pain so deep in his chest, he didn’t know if he would ever recover.

  “How did you not notice how fucking skinny she had gotten back then or, hey, how about the fact that no sixteen-year-old should have dark circles under their eyes?”

  “Shut the fuck up and tell the damn story, Tank, and leave your own thoughts and opinions out of it. I don’t expect you two to become best buds or sing fucking kumbaya, this shit is a long time coming, and you two can beat the crap out of each other after it all comes out. Don’t go making accusations when you have no fucking clue what Whisk did or didn’t notice,” Tuck snarled.

  “Fine, listen, I found Addy outside of the bank crying; Pop was behind on the note to the farm and she didn’t know what to do about it. She asked me if maybe my Dad would listen and be able to help her out with an extension since he was the President of the bank, so I took her home with me. The bastard didn’t even listen to her. What you saw was me trying to console her, nothing else. I knew what you were up to so I didn’t set you straight back then, but I had no idea Addy was pregnant. When you got early graduation and left, that was when everyone found out about the baby. If I had known, I would have kicked your ass, and made you take responsibility for the shit you left for Addy to clean up.”

  Whiskey didn’t like what he was hearing, but he listened. He needed to know it all, and since Addison hadn’t shared any of it with him, he was going to find out one way or another. He still had a question, so he sat there seething listening to Tank’s smug ass talk.

  “Addy had to drop out of school because Pop’s health was so bad. It probably didn’t help that the rich bitches were giving her so much crap for being the town whore. But that didn’t stop Addy, she worked her ass off and held her head high. Carri moved in with her after a while, but with all the work to keep the farm going, fuck man she lost the kid and dropped out of sight for a while.”

  “Why am I just hearing about this now, it’s been ten fucking years?” Whisk asked the men in the room with a calmness he wasn’t feeling. They had all betrayed him. Ultimately, he was to blame, but damn, someone could have said something in the last ten years. The whole fucking town knew, and he had been kept in the dark. That just pissed him off more.

  “Listen, I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can tell you I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t want you to destroy Addy any further. She waited for your ass, sent letters and called constantly. It wasn’t until Link came back that she stopped talking about you. What happened between them I can’t tell you, but I know for a fact that after that meeting, Addy never spoke your name again. I also know that after that, her problems with the bank disappeared. Why no one else told you, I have no idea. Maybe they thought you were just as much as an asshole as I did.”

  “Is that it?” Whiskey said through gritted teeth.

  “As much as I know, Brother. You set out to do her dirty, and you succeeded. Congratulations. This shit is a long time coming. Addy is better than you, always has been, and I hope she makes you pay, motherfucker.”

  Whisk didn’t even get up from the table to react to Tanks comments. The fucker was right, he deserved everything he got.

  “Tank, you can leave,” Tuck said.

  That left Whiskey, Link, and Tuck, and he had questions for both of them. Every time Whiskey came back from leave, he came to the Clubhouse, and no one once mentioned Addison or what she had gone through, and he wanted to know why.

  “Why?” Whisk said looking right has his older brother.

  “Listen, man, she was trying to trap you. I made sure that didn’t happen, and I won’t apologize for it. You were a fucking kid. You both were. I gave her the money to get it taken care of and left. Not my fault she didn’t take my advice.”

  “Dude, what in the hell is wrong with you? You can sit here at this table and tell me you paid Addison to get rid of my kid when I didn’t even know the kid existed? What about all that shit about her cheating on me with Tank, and how I was better off? Fuck how did you even know the two of them were together that day or what I would see? Did you know about Pop, too, and everything that was going on with the farm?”

  Link got up out of his seat and leaned over the table. For someone else, the stance might have been intimidating, but this was his brother, the same man he had been fighting with his entire life, and Whiskey was too pissed off to think about anything else. Link had known about his daughter and kept it to himself. Shit, so had everyone in this damn town.

  “Who didn’t, fucker? Everyone knew Pop was losing it both mentally and physically. Shit, you were there all the time, how the hell didn’t you see it? And what the fuck, you couldn’t get out of here fast enough. You want to put this shit on me, fine, but let me ask you this. How many times have you come back to Defiance through the years? Ever once think about talking to Addy?”

  Whiskey went to get up and get right in his brother's face, but what he said next stopped him.

  “The answer is you didn’t. You left, and until recently, you never looked back, not even once. You put that girl up on a pedestal and never let her down. You wanted that illusion, and I let you keep it instead of seeing her for the lying, manipulative, little bitch she really was. I fixed it just like I have fixed everything, that is my job as head of this fucked-up family, and yeah fucker, I would do it all again.”

  Link stormed out of the room, and Whiskey was left there sitting with a quiet Tuck. Shit, that was just another slap in Whiskey’s face; he hadn’t known or cared to know about anything back then or since. The real problem was he didn’t know if he would have changed anything that had happened if he did. He wasn’t the same man back then he was now. Tuck let him stew for a few minutes.

  “Listen, things are hardly ever the way they seem. Addy is good people, don’t let Link’s issues with women taint what you are feeling, but you need to come back into the reality of things. Addy is in trouble, and you need to decide what you are going to do about it because the Club’s hands are tied. The rules are clear if she isn’t one of us then she is on her own, her being an ally only goes so far. Laying this shit on our doorstep without warning or cause puts her in a dangerous place. If this is Club related, I guarantee we will take care of it, but if this is shit that Addy brought on herself, unless you or someone else makes a formal claim, we have to leave that shit at the door. Get what I am saying?”

  “Yeah, I get it. Fuck, Tuck, why didn’t you tell me? Why did everyone keep this from me? I have been a part of this Club since before I left for the service. Not once in all these years has anyone ever spoke about this why?”

  “Shit, brother, wasn’t my or anyone else’s place. You made your intentions towards Addy clear, and as much as you don’t want to hear it, Link is right, you never looked back. It’s been ten years, man, lots of water under that bridge.”

  Tuck got up and left the room, and Whiskey was grateful for the reprieve. He needed a couple of minutes to himself because his thoughts and feelings were consuming him. Addison had been pregnant with his child. Shit, he had only fucked her once, and it was all of two seconds in his o
ld, rusted up Ford. He hadn’t even given her a good first experience, just pushed her down on the cracked, rough seats, lifted the skirt of her dress, pushed her underwear to the side, and ripped her innocence away like an animal.

  He never once thought of how she felt or offered her any kind of softness or sweetness. She had deserved that much. Now here he was thinking about the past and realizing all those thoughts and dreams that helped him get through the hard times had to be nightmares to Addison. Did he really have the right to demand anything from her after the way he had treated her back then and since? Did he really have the right to be pissed off because Sunshine had been kept from him? Did he even deserve to know about the little girl who would never be a part of his life because he had been too selfish and hurt to look back and try to fix things with Addison? Would things have been different if he had?

  Shit, the questions just kept on coming. He remembered the last time he spoke with Pop. Hindsight is twenty-twenty they say, but at the time Whisk had been so pissed that he didn’t take the time to pay attention to the little things. The man was frail, unkempt, and sickly, but he still had the balls to ask him one question?

  “Are you going to do right by my girl?” His answer and been no, and all the old man said was, “Okay, then don’t come back, you made your decision. Addy said there was something more to you, but I guess she was wrong. Leave her be and leave Defiance behind. You serve your time and do well, stay safe, but Aiden, this isn’t your home anymore, you destroyed that all on you own.”

  Damn, Whisk had been so mean that day telling Pop to fuck off, that Addison had been the one to destroy anything they could have had by spreading her legs. Pop just laughed and waved him off like he was an annoyance only further adding to Whiskey’s mood. Shit, he had been so stupid.

  Chapter 7

  Addy was lying in bed; this would be the last night she stayed in her home, the only home she had ever known her entire life. Addy had come home after her confrontation with Aiden, no Whiskey. She wouldn’t call him Aiden anymore that man or boy was gone. What was left behind was a cruel man. Shit, if she thought about it, the younger version wasn’t much better. Damn it, she needed to stop thinking about him, altogether.

  The door was broken down, and the package she had left for him was gone from the table. She hoped she made it out of town before he opened it. She didn’t want to share Sunshine with him, but he had a right to know, even if he threw it all away. She would be able to sleep at night knowing she had at least tried to do the right thing.

  The horses were going nuts out in the barn. Cathy would be there in the morning to take care of them, but there had been a mountain lion spotted not too far from the farm and Addy had a colt out there she didn’t want to come to any harm. Shit, she didn’t want any of her animals to come to harm. Addy got out of bed, got the shotgun out of the cabinet in the kitchen, put her boots on, and went to check things out.

  Other than the animal’s noises, the barn seemed the same, the door had been latched, and the pens were all the way she had left them before going to bed. She went down the row looking into each stall to see what the problem was. Addy made it about half way when a shiver ran up her spine. She wasn’t alone.

  She went to turn around to check things out, but before she got the chance, she was hit from behind knocking her head right into the stall door. Wetness trickled down her forehead and into her eyes, the pain didn’t register right away because of the shock and confusion that plagued her mind.

  Addy could feel her body being pushed up against the rough wood of the stall, everything was spinning. The uneven, rough surface of the wood cut into her cheek as someone held her face in place. A large calloused palm covered the left side of her face, pushing her right side further into the grains of the wood stall. The little slivers of wood digging into her skin, breaking through her soft flesh, embedding themselves. The person behind her was large and male. She could feel his clammy hand on her wrists holding them behind her back.

  Where did her gun go? Addy’s head was so fuzzy, she had no clue how had he gotten it away from her, and why couldn’t she even remember it happening.

  The man twisted his hand against her face forcing Addy to open her mouth in a gasp. Her teeth clamp down when he dug the heel of his hand into her jaw. Biting down on the inside of her cheek she could taste her own blood and wanted to gag. Hell, Addy wanted to scream, but his hold was unyielding and tight, all she could do was moan out her pain.

  She tried to give herself a pep talk; focus Addy, fucking focus, what the fuck just happened?

  Closing her eyes, she breathed in and was assaulted by the smell of him. He smelled of stale cigarettes and body odor. He was taller than her, but not as tall as Tuck and Aiden. Exhaling, she tried to hold back her tears. She wouldn’t give this man anything.

  Think Addy, think. Damn it, victims die because they lose their shit. Don’t lose your shit, there is plenty of time for that later. Focus girl, figured out who the hell this is, and why he’s doing this.

  He felt huge behind her, his weight pressing into her. She felt the rough texture of a jacket maybe denim, or coarser, stiffer, Carhart maybe, on her bare arms. Why the hell hadn’t she changed before she came out into the barn? Her pajamas were no protection against this person. Who is this man?

  He will not break me, he will not break me, Addy repeated in her head as he kicked her legs apart. I will not cry out, Addy reminded herself as a whimper escaped. I have only ever been with one man, please God don’t let this man rape me. Please.

  The bastard pressed his hips into her ass and Addy could feel his erection pushing against her. As his weight shifted, she could feel his longish hair as it brushed up against her arm while he dragged his tongue from her wrist up her arm. The act sent cold chills up her spine. This man was going to rape her.

  “We warned you, Addison. We gave you time to sign over the farm. Turning it over to those bastards sat RBMC, instead? That move cannot go unpunished.”

  That voice. Who the fuck was he? She had never heard it before. For months now someone had been after the farm, but she could never figure out who or why.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  Survive.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  The stench of the man engulfed her nose, his rancid breath brushed a crossed her face before licking her ear, making Addy shudder involuntarily. This violation can’t be happening, Addy’s mind screamed. She was home safe in her own damn barn why was this happening? Addy tried to kick back into him, however he was relentless, her kicks only spur him on.

  “Fight, Puta, I like it.” His hold only tightened, causing more pain and despair. The bastard pulled at Addy’s hair, peeling her cheek from the wall before twisting her head to face it.

  Crack.

  Addy’s head slammed back into the wall, blood pouring down into her eyes, again. The room spun, darkness tried to consume her. No, no, hold on, Addy chanted in her head, if she was unconscious, she had no control. She continued her chant, hold the fuck on, trying in vain to remain conscious, right before her body betrayed her, and her world went black.

  Coming to, Addy’s mind was fuzzy and disoriented, but completely aware of what had happened and how much danger she was still in. She felt the rough wood of the stall and knew she had only received a small reprieve because the man was still there, only this time he had her pinned to the floor. Her arms were twisted up behind her back at an awkward angle, and she knew if she moved even the slightest bit, the asshole would either break her arm or dislocate her shoulder. His weight felt so heavy against her body, Addy was having a hard time catching a full breath in her starving lungs.

  The man, no the evil monster, Addy thought, yanked at her tank top until the material gave way and exposed her bare breasts to him. God, she should have changed or at least put a coat on, something to protect her from what was happening right now. The feel of his hands roughly grabbing her breasts, cruelly pinching and pulling her nipples
registered in her mind before the pain took her breath away.

  “You should have listened, but defiance might have its rewards, after all it has brought us together, right Addison?” His voice wasn’t familiar, but Addy knew she would hear it for the rest of her life, the menace and cruelty of his words and actions promised scared the shit out of her. But what the hell was he talking about, listened to what? Her mind wasn’t processing what he was saying because of the pain he was inflicting. She needed to hold it together long enough to figure out what the hell was going on. His vile words and touches kept on coming, and Addy found herself in a place of panic. Her body was frozen her mind terrified.

  “This body,” he said running his hand down her stomach yanking the string holding her loose pajama pants in place, “might be worth it.” She felt him tug harshly and then the cold air met her exposed bare flesh. Grinding his body against her now bare ass, the asshole licked her shoulder and then sunk his teeth into her breaking her skin. Addy couldn’t help crying out. It was almost enough to break her, but her she knew what was to come would be far worse.

  “Please, don’t do this,” Addy begged just barely above a whisper.

  “Oh, Puta this is going to happen, but no worries you will live to tell the RBMC every detail of what I have done to you in their honor. You should have listened.”

  What, why was he talking about the Motorcycle Club? She didn’t have anything to do with them beyond friendship with some of the guys. Even her past relationship with Aiden wouldn’t warrant this type of treatment, that was over ten years ago. She needed to think, she needed to calm down. Shit, she couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening.

  His forearm pressed into her back as he adjusted his hold, forcing her bare breast onto the cold, unforgiving ground of the barn. Then she felt it, the one thing she had hoped wouldn’t happen but was, his hand grazed her upper thigh very close to her core. This man was going to rape her. Addy tried to force her legs shut, when that didn’t work, she kicked out with them and fought with everything she had. He only tightened his grip and continued his evil journey with his hand.