“I told you, you can have her in a little. Right now, she’s mine.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I yell out.
“You’re going to be our little toy. We are low on club whores right now, and lucky for you, 8-Ball over here has a taste for fat bitches.” He spits into my face as he talks.
I can’t help but try to get out of these ties. I shift and move so much that I fall backwards in the chair. Oh god, I did not envision my life turning into this. All I wanted to do was settle down in a nice quiet town and practice law. I hate motorcycle clubs. If I ever get out of here, I’m leaving this town for good and never turning back.
“Pick her up,” Sam yells to the bald big guy, 8-ball.
As he picks me up, he touches me between the legs and presses against my pussy. Once I am back upright, he leans down and licks my face. I headbutt his face.
“You bitch.” He slaps me across the face and Sam, my ex, just laughs. I can already feel the blood rushing to my lip. I think it might be cut open.
“Sam, why don’t you just leave this club alone and I will give you the money willingly? You can’t keep me like this forever. I won’t agree to sign anything over if you keep doing this and if you hurt that club. If you kill me, that money doesn’t go anywhere. I’m not married, and I don’t have a next-of-kin.” It looks like I may have gotten to him; it looks like he is thinking about it.
“You’re right, we should get married.” That is not what I was thinking.
“No. I won’t marry you,” I yell at him. I have tears running down my face.
“Why not? We talked about it before. You were dying to have my fucking children before.” It’s true, I wanted to get married and have his babies. I’m so glad I avoided that mistake.
“You’re a psychopath, look at me. I’m tied to a chair, that guy over there just fondled my vagina and licked my face and you’re okay with that? What is wrong with you? I wish I never met you, and I wish you were dead.”
“Don’t worry, baby, if you wanted him to touch you more, you should have said so.” His phone rings. “I gotta get this.” He motions to the giant 8-Ball guy. He walks over to me and looks at Sam, my ex.
“You have ten minutes to do what you like,” Sam yells back as he walks outside of the warehouse, leaving me alone with the 8-Ball guy.
“No!” I scream. “Don’t go. I don’t want him.” I’m trying my best to appeal to my psycho ex.
Sam stops and turns. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get used to being passed around.” He walks out, answering the phone.
I turn my attention to 8-Ball. “Please don’t.” I try to squirm out of my chair, I’m trying everything and anything to get out of this chair. If I could at least get an arm out, I could do something, but nothing is budging.
“Don’t worry, bitch, you’ll like it. I’ve never had a complaint before,” he says in a deep voice. He leans down, grabs my face, and kisses me violently, biting my lip. He grabs my right breast and squeezes extremely hard. I can’t help but start tearing up.
“Please stop, you’re hurting me,” I cry out.
“Yes, cry more. I like it.” He grabs a knife and rips open my shirt and cuts my bra, exposing my breasts. He next moves to my leggings and cuts them down the middle, exposing me fully. He reaches down and cups my pussy while licking and biting my right nipple. I try my best to move and free myself, but I can’t.
“Stop.” I start screaming at the top of my lungs. “No.” I keep screaming.
He slaps me across the face and holds the knife to my neck. “Stop screaming.”
I silence myself and start crying. He unzips his pant and takes his cock out. It’s disgusting and discolored.
“You like yapping your mouth, let’s see how it does on my cock. He’s been aching for you since I saw you in that little house of yours.” He brings his cock up to my face. He still has the knife to my throat. “Open your mouth, bitch, and keep it open or I will slit your throat.”
I don’t want to die, so I do as he says and open my mouth and close my eyes. It’s at that moment that I hear loud shots and feel something wet hit me and something sting my neck. I open my eyes, and 8-Ball is on the floor cradling a gunshot wound to his leg and arm.
“Emma, baby? Are you okay?” It’s Rock’s voice. I look up to his face and it’s really him. I nod my head yes; he takes his jacket off and covers me as best as he can with it.
“Yes. I’m okay.”
Tank and Buzz grab 8-Ball and drag him to the wall of the warehouse.
“Sam. Where is Sam? He went outside to take a call,” I ask as Rock gets me free. I can finally get my hands in front of me. I hug him really tight, and he hugs me back even tighter.
“Don’t worry. We got him and the rest of his club,” Rock says, rubbing my back. I manage to look around for the first time and notice there are a lot of bikers in here. Some of them have different cuts from the Corrupted Saints, and they are all heavily armed.
“Who are all these people?” I look around.
“Don’t worry, they are friendly. They are different chapters and allies for the Corrupted Saints.”
“Did you really need all of them for just three guys?” I manage to ask. It’s kind of weird.
“Emma, there are about thirty of them outside. He brought his whole gang to town. We needed reinforcements and help. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. I’m so sorry, baby.” He looks at me with sorrow and disappointment in his eyes.
“Rock, this isn’t your fault. I don’t know why you are sorry.”
“Wait, did you say there were three guys?” It’s clicking in his head that I said three.
“Yeah, there was Sam, him,” I point to 8-ball with Buzz and Tank, “and there was one other guy. He went to a separate part of the building when 8-Ball was…” I take a gulp before finishing my sentence.
“Shh, you don’t have to tell me.” He looks me over carefully, looking angrier as he scans my body. I’ve covered myself as best as I can. I don’t want him looking at my breasts or nipples. I’m pretty sure they are bruised and scratched. My neck stings too, so I cover it with my hand, hoping he doesn’t notice. I’m pretty sure 8-Ball cut me on his way down. Rock looks concerned.
“I’m fine. What’s going on?” I ask.
“We think the Vice President of their club got away.” He shows me his phone. “Is this the guy?”
I immediately recognize him. “Yeah, that’s the guy.”
“Fucking shit,” he says out loud. He gets on his phone and calls Breaker. He walks away for a moment but not far enough, he has his eye on me. I’m staring back at him.
I’m brought out of my funk by one of the guys wearing a different cut. He is handing me a pair of sweats and a shirt and blanket. He also has a first aid kit with him. “Here you go, ma’am.” He has the kindest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful. He’s a beautiful BIG man, more massive than Tank.
“Oh, thank you. Would you mind holding the blanket around me while I put these clothes on?”
“Not a problem, ma’am.” He holds the blanket around me and covers me up while I manage to slip the shirt and sweats he had given me on. I feel much better covered up.
“Please don’t call me ma’am. I left the military to stop being called ma’am.” I finish dressing. “I’m all done. You can look now. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Anything to help ya out.”
“I appreciate it. While that jacket covered me, it wasn’t big enough. What is your name?”
“My name’s Delta, I’m the Sergeant at Arms for an out-of-state ally club. Do you mind if I take a look at the cut you’re hiding on your neck?” He saw that, didn’t he?
“Yes, please. I didn’t want to make a fuss out of it because Rock already looked pissed.”
“No worries. You shouldn’t hide things from your man, though. You’re his old lady, and he would kill for you.” He works on cle
aning the cut on my neck. “Sorry if it stings.”
“Oh, I’m not his old lady. They are just protecting me because my aunt left it in her will.”
“Oh.” He raises an eyebrow. “So, you aren’t anyone’s old lady, then?”
“Nope.”
“Well, I’m all done here. You might want to have Breaker’s old lady take a look at it just in case. I have some field experience, but I’m not a doctor.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
He walks away.
Rock had managed to get closer to me as Delta was cleaning me up. He didn’t look too happy when I said I wasn’t anyone’s old lady. I wasn’t lying. I’m not.
“Sorry, Emma. I needed to let Breaker and the rest of the club and chapters know that he is still out there and to keep on alert. How are you doing? You ready to get out of here?”
“Please, I thought you would never ask. I really need to get out of here. I want to go home and sleep in my own bed and shower.”
“Come on.” He holds his arm out for me, and I go to him. He hugs me around the shoulders, and we walk of out the warehouse. I can’t believe what just happened.
As we are walking out of the warehouse, I notice a lot of dead bodies, guys tied up against the building, and people knocked unconscious. There must be at least fifty or more bikers roaming this place.
“What is going to happen with all of them?”
“You don’t need to worry about that. Let’s get you home.”
Buzz stops us before we get into my truck. “Hey there, how are you doing?”
“I’m okay. Thank you guys for everything,” I tell him.
“Girly, this was all Rock’s doing. He pulled strings to get all these chapters in here. We just came along for the fun,” Buzz says. I look at Rock, and he’s looking at me deeply.
“Still, I appreciate you putting yourselves in danger for me, and you barely know me.” I go up and give him a hug.
“Oh, you’re welcome.” He pats me on the back.
“Sorry.” I don’t know why I just did that.
“No need to be sorry. It’s okay.” He steps back. “I’ll see you guys back at the clubhouse. I need to get things cleaned up here before heading back.” He walks into the warehouse.
“I’m ready to go,” I say to Rock. I feel very vulnerable and dirty right now. I have that man’s touch and breath and saliva on me, and I want it off. I can’t stand my skin right now. If I could burn it without harming myself, I would.
Rock runs around to my side of the truck and opens the door for me. Before we get in, he brings me into a giant hug and holds me tight. It’s at that moment that I see the guy they are looking for, the third guy. He is holding a gun up and is pointing it at Rock.
“No!” I scream really loud and push him back and away, covering him with myself as much as I can. I feel something bite me in the back.
Chapter 17
Rock
I can’t believe what has happened over the last eight hours. I’m sitting bedside of Emma’s hospital bed. She shielded me from being shot and got shot herself in the back, right above her shoulder. It went clean in and out. Luckily, from what Breaker’s old lady said, it missed anything major. I’ve never been so scared; I feel for this woman like I’ve never felt before.
Before she got shot, I heard her telling Delta that she wasn’t my old lady, and it hurt a little. I don’t have an official claim to her, but without it being official, she is mine.
I can’t stand the smell of hospitals, they always have this weird antiseptic stale scent. Emma looks peaceful. She has bruises all over her face and a massive cut on her neck. When we brought her to the hospital, Breaker’s old lady Charlotte asked me if she had been raped. I couldn’t even process the question without being angry. I knew the fucker was trying to have her suck him off, but I didn’t want to think of anything more. I shot the fucker twice, I could have killed him if I wanted but we need him alive to talk. I feel like the worst shit in the world that I couldn’t protect her better.
I’m brought out of my thoughts by Buzz. “Hey, brother, how’s she doing?”
“She’s just sleeping it off, they gave her some strong pain killers. Charlotte said she should awake any minute now,” I tell him.
“I owe her a lot, she saved my old lady,” Buzz says with a pained look on his face. “I can’t help but think that could be my girl there if Emma didn’t sacrifice herself for mine.”
“Don’t feel bad.” It’s a groggy voice. It’s Emma.
I’m shocked. I rush over to the bed. “What was that?” I ask her.
“Water, please.” She adjusts herself in bed, wincing. I grab the water jug, pour her a cup, and give her some through a straw. She drinks the whole thing. “Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“Don’t feel bad, Buzz. I did what I had to.”
“You didn’t have to go through all this, though,” he says.
“You didn’t know, no one knew. All I knew is that Liz and your club have been nothing but great to me and I couldn’t allow her to be harmed. So please don’t offend me and feel bad, okay?” Damn.
He nods his head. “Please let me know if you need anything.” He squeezes her hand and leaves.
She looks over to me. “You okay?”
“You’re asking me if I’m okay?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, you protected me and got shot. I think I’m more than okay. If anything, I feel like I didn’t protect you again and it makes me feel like shit.”
“Rock, I’m okay, really. You don’t need to worry about me, and you don’t need to worry about your club. I didn’t say anything or do anything with the deeds.”
“I don’t care about the deeds. I care about you.” I sit on the edge of her bed.
“Please, the last person that said they cared about me turned into a psycho. Can we talk about something else?” she says nervously.
“How’s your pain?”
“I think I’m okay. Do you know when I can go home?” she asks.
“Charlotte said you should be good to go in a few days.”
“What’s going to happen with all those guys from that club?”
“I can’t tell you, Emma. Club business stays within the brothers; it’s our way of protecting those around us.” She looks defeated and has a little tear. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
She takes a huge gulp of air. “What about 8-Ball?”
That fucker messed with her. I’m going to kill him myself if Buzz hasn’t taken care of it. That fuck is going to pay. She thinks he is going to hurt her. “If you’re asking if he will ever be able to hurt you again, the answer is no, never. He isn’t someone you need to worry about.” Shit.
“Thank you.” She grabs my hand and squeezes. More tears start to fall from her eyes. I feel like someone is squeezing my insides, it hurts to see her cry.
“Baby, I’m so sorry about what happened to you. I know you probably don’t want to talk about everything that happened, but I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you better. We made a promise to protect you and we failed. If anything, you protected us.” She lets out a deep breath trying to contain her crying.
“Please stop saying sorry and feeling bad for me, okay? I’m a grown woman and I don’t want your pity, Rock, not from you, okay?”
“Okay.” She starts to wince more from pain.
“Let me go get Charlotte to get you something more for the pain.” I walk out of the room and find Charlotte down the hall at the nurse’s station.
“Hey, Rock, how’s she doing?”
“She is awake. I think she needs something for the pain.”
“Okay. Give me a second and we can get something for her.”
“Thanks. Hey, Charlotte, I’m sorry to ask this, but how will she get over what happened to her? You know, the sexual assault she experienced against her will.”
Charlotte went
through a lot in her past. She takes a deep breath. “It’s tough, it takes time. Let her come around to talking to you, just reassure her that you are there for her, and actually be there for her, Rock. Be a rock for her to lean on and depend on. Also, don’t blame yourself for what happened to her. Breaker went through a lot of shit with my past, and it took time for him to stop being angry and for me to stop feeling angry, defensive, and tainted. You need time and patience, and don’t be so macho possessive. You Corrupted Saints can get too overbearing possessive.”
“Thank you.” I give her a giant hug.
“No problem, I’ll be right in to check in on her.”
I walk back to her hospital room, and Emma is trying to get up from bed. I rush over to her.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“I need to use the bathroom, Rock, and I won’t have someone wiping my ass.”
“Let me help you at least, I don’t want you to fall.”
“That would be great, I need to pee really bad.”
“Shouldn’t we get a nurse to do this for you?”
“Help me, Rock, or I’m going to go by myself. I just need you to be a rock for me to lean on and keep me steady.”
“I can do that. Anything you want, Emma. I’m here for you.”
I help her up from the bed. She stands there facing me for a second with my arms on her hips, steading her. She leans her forehead against my chest and takes a deep breath.
“Okay. I think I’m ready to walk now.”
“Let’s go.” I keep my arms around her waist as she walks. We finally make it to the bathroom.
“Can you untie the gown in the back?”
“Yes.” I reach around her and untie the hospital gown down by her hips. It’s still tied up around her neck. Her round plump ass is exposed.
“You’ve seen it before, you know.” She smirks a little.
“I definitely have, but it’s so perfect that it leaves me breathless.” I give her a wink as I help her lower herself to the toilet.
“I think I should be okay for now.”
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