True Me (Fallen Brethren MC #6)

Chapter Sixteen

Rebel

W AKING UP, I’M so fucking sore I don’t know what to focus on first. My head is pounding and it feels as if I’m dizzy. I feel as if I’m about to be sick if I’m being honest. It takes everything in me to push it back down so I don’t choke or something on it. Yes, I’m gagged with some kind of cloth. It’s disgusting and smells rancid, only making me want to get sick even more. My ribs are also on fire. It hurts to breathe deep so I try to take short as fuck breaths that lessen the pain coursing through me. This isn’t the first time Chad has beaten me, it is the first time it’s been this bad though. What hurts the most is my ankle. What I can feel of it is almost enough to cause me to black out. The pain is the worst I’ve ever felt in my entire life and I know a ton of damage has been done. I don’t even want to look down to see what’s been done to me before I blacked out. The only thing that will accomplish is making this situation even more real than it already is since I’m tied to a damn chair.

The next thing I figure out is that I’m wearing next to nothing. My body is freezing as I tremble in the metal chair pressed against my skin. I let my eyes look down enough to find my bra and panties in place but nothing more. Goosebumps cover my skin through my limited vision. My eyes are swollen and I don’t have to look in a mirror to see the evidence of that. I don’t remember Chad breaking my nose or punching me in the eyes, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I honestly have no clue what’s been done to me while I was unconscious. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn he beat the hell out of me just because something pissed him off. That’s Chad’s go to response to anything that doesn’t go his way.

Looking up, I try to take in the room but my vision is starting to go blurry. I can’t take in too many details, but I see that I’m essentially in a room the size of a closet. There’s a small bed in a corner that’s bare without any sheets or blankets of any kind. The window in the room is boarded up and I know I won’t be able to yank the wood from over the window to tell if I’m on the first floor or too high to escape through a window. With the pain flowing through me, I don’t have any strength to hardly hold my head up let alone try to escape this latest attack and being in Chad’s prison. Yes, being with him is nothing less than a prison. There aren’t any other doors in the room and I know this is the most basic setup giving me nowhere to hide or a way to escape.

My eyes land on Chad as he paces the room, mumbling to himself. His voice is so low I can’t make out what he’s saying, but his eyes are frantic as they dart around the room without seeing anything. I’ve only seen him like this once before and it scared the absolute shit out of me. That was the first time he beat the hell out of me and almost put me in the hospital. I had to hide in a motel for a few days while my injuries healed so my grandma didn’t hear me and get even more worried than she already was. My grandma couldn’t stand Chad and how he treated me after a while. In the beginning she loved him and how attentive he was. Especially when I lost my parents and he was by my side no matter how hard I pushed him away.

I really don’t want to disturb his ranting or draw his attention to me for any reason. So I remain silent and act as if I’m still knocked out. With my eyes swollen, it really doesn’t take much to make them slide closed while still keeping an eye on him. The further away from me he remains, the better I’ll feel. I’d like to say he’ll eventually get tired and go on his merry way away from me without taking anything out on me.

If I thought Chad looked like a mess when I first saw him out behind Entice, it’s nothing compared to now. While he hasn’t changed his clothing, there are now blood spatters covering the material and staining it even more than it was before. There are even spots on his face where my blood landed on him. He’s done nothing to clean himself off and it only makes him look more deranged than I thought he was earlier. Our time apart has definitely not been good to Chad and I have clue what he wants with me. Other than seeing me as his property and Pound taking me away from him.

“Fuck!” Chad finally yells out, his voice sending a tremor of fear through my body as I try to keep him in my line of sight. “Bitch, wake the fuck up!”

Chad makes his way over to me and slams his foot into the chair where my legs are separated. It almost falls back as my fingers tighten on the arms and I try to prevent myself from screaming out in fear and pain as the movement jars my already sore body. My eyes open wider, as wide as they’ll go as he yanks the fabric from my mouth and I try to hold in the vomit threatening to explode from me.

“I’ve got shit for you to sign. You’re gonna fucking sign it without question and then we’ll move on,” he demands, his voice hard and cold as he glares down at me.

“I’m not signing anything from you,” I say, my voice shaking with the pain and fear filling me.

“Yeah, you will. I don’t have my bargaining chip anymore, but I can still figure out ways to make your life a living hell until I get what I want,” he says, turning to the bed and picking up a stack of papers I didn’t notice when I was looking around the room before.

“How the fuck do you think I’ll be able to sign anything when my hands are tied to the damn chair?” I question him, my voice harsh as I look at him and try to glare but know I’m not pulling it off since my eyes are swollen.

Chad steps back and thinks for a minute before moving closer once more. “Don’t make me fucking regret this, Rebel. I’m not in the mood for your fucking games.”

He works with shaking hands on untying the ropes rubbing against my skin while letting me loose. I can see the skin rubbed raw when he releases me. It only takes a matter of seconds before the blood starts to rush back to my hands and even more pain fills me. I hate this feeling and always have. Trying to get rid of the pain faster, I shake out my hands and it does nothing but send pain shooting up my arms. It takes everything in me to hold back the whimper of pain. I don’t want to give this stupid fuck anymore of me than what he’s already taken. Chad doesn’t get to continue ruling my life and making me feel this amount of pain.

Chad hands me the papers and I start to read them. The second he realizes what I’m doing, Chad’s anger explodes.

“You don’t have to fucking read the shit, Rebel. Just fucking sign your name where it’s highlighted and hand them back over,” he roars out as I hear the faint sounds of a vehicle pulling up.

“You want me to blindly sign my name to papers without reading them and that’s not gonna happen. You should know me better than that, Chad,” I tell him, going back to reading the best I can with how blurry my vision is.

The stack of papers in my hand is thick and it takes me longer than normal to read through all the fine print. If I’m understanding things correctly, by signing these papers, I’ll be giving every single penny that’s been left to me by my parents and grandma over to Chad. This includes all the properties, the business, and every single asset that’s been mine for years. Assets I have put others in charge of because I couldn’t bring myself to go into the places my parents frequented on a regular basis. That’s not gonna happen. I might not be ready to go to any of the properties that have been left to me, but they’re mine and no one will ever take them from me.

What really confuses me is how Chad seems to know the exact location of everything and the dollar amount I have in each account Hawk and Cash set up for me. He even knows how much has been invested and where the money has been split. The only ones who know that should be Cash and Hawk. I know neither one of them would ever tell anyone else about my personal business. That’s not who they are as men or members of the Fallen Brethren MC. If they chose to betray me like this, Reaper would boot them from the club quicker than it took them to blink. He doesn’t play those games with anyone and I don’t see him changing that if it’s me that’s getting betrayed.

Instead of taking the pen Chad’s holding out for me, I toss the papers to the ground at my side and look up at him. I cross my eyes over my chest and hide the pain it causes me.

“I’m not signing that shit. You aren’t gonna have access to any of my money. I know it’s more than you’ve ever had access to, but it’s mine and will never belong to you,” I inform him, my voice hard and cold as rage fills me.

“Oh, you’ll be signing the papers,” Chad says, a cold, cruel smirk on his face as the door opens and I watch Fawn walk into the room.

She makes her way over to Chad where he stands in front of me and wraps her body around his. It makes me want to gag as she leans up and presses her lips against his. The kiss they share is messy and full of wet sounds that make me want to be sick. When they finally break apart, she looks over at me with a triumphant look in her eyes as if she’s won some great prize instead of a vile piece of shit who isn’t going anywhere and will never get his hands on the money I’m sure he’s already told her about.

“Has she signed the papers yet?” Fawn questions him, her voice full of that sugary sweetness and higher pitched than I’ve heard her before.

“No. She just woke up. I might have gone a bit overboard when I got my hands on her outside the club,” he tells her with another smirk on his face as she starts giggling like a slutty school girl trying to lose her virginity.

“I might have just woken up, but I already told you I’m not signing a fucking thing. Neither one of you will enjoy spending money that doesn’t belong to you. My parents and grandma worked their asses off for that and left it to me. There are only two people for now who will get to use that,” I say, not being able to help myself by the mention of the men in my life.

“You think they won’t give me access to the money?” Fawn questions me, her voice turning hard and cold as she steps up closer to me. “I’ll get them both in my bed again and while they’re still buried deep in my pussy and ass they’ll sign anything I want them to. I’ve got both of them wrapped around my finger and there’s nothing you can do to change that shit.”

“Really. Because the last time you were near either one of them, I seem to remember them ignoring you and kissing me with all the love and passion they have. You were shoved to the side like the trash you are and they’ve never fucked you. See, Eagle and Cash are honest with me about everything and we’ve talked about you,” I inform her as a smile forms on her face as if she’s proven her point about them. “Trust me, nothing out of their mouths were good. According to them you’re nothing more than a loose, used up slut who is about to get kicked out of the club because no one wants anything to do with you unless they’re almost black-out drunk. Eagle will never fuck you because you’re a stripper in his club and he doesn’t mix business and pleasure. Cash will never touch you because he’s not desperate and doesn’t want to have to be tested for STDs. Chad and you should really get checked out after fucking one another.”

“What the fuck is she talking about, Fawn? You told me you were a manager at Entice and never stepped foot on stage,” Chad roars, directing his anger at Fawn instead of me as relief fills my chest.

“She’s lying, Baby. I am the manager of Entice. I don’t strip and would never show random men my naked body. That’s only for you. I’m all yours, Chad,” she lies, while turning and pressing her body up against his and rubbing herself all over him.

“Chad, what do I have to gain from lying to you? If you find out I am, you’ll just beat the shit out of me. Again. Fawn is a stripper and gives private lap dances in the rooms there. She also gives them right on the main floor when she’s not on stage. The bitch takes her clothes off for a living while lying to you and playing you for a fool. If I were a betting woman, I’d bet that she’s only with you because you filled her in on your plans to get my money and plans on using you until there’s nothing left or double crossing you and taking it for herself. Did you not hear her say she could get Eagle and Cash to sign anything she wants?” I question Chad, filling his head with doubts about the skank in front of him as she turns and levels a glare on me before launching herself across the short distance separating us and starting to beat the hell out of me.

Fawn lands one hit after another while Chad stands back and watches her do his dirty work. I hold in my pain as Fawn pulls out a small blade and begins to cut various parts of my body. The sting from the cuts is almost more than enough to make me let loose and scream out in pain, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s getting to me. Fawn won’t ever get that shit from me and Chad will never get another chance to see my tears or feel the anguish I’m in right now. Not if I can help myself.

“You’re nothing more than a dirty fucking slut!” Fawn screams out, spittle covering my face as I quickly close my mouth so it doesn’t go in there. “Eagle and Cash don’t want you.”

“That’s why I’m their ol’ lady and they’ve given me a rag,” I state, my voice shaky as I fight to stay awake while both of these idiots are in the room with me.

“They did not! You’re lying again!” she screams in my face as I start laughing.

“Ask Chad. He took my clothes off and I was wearing it at Entice. Unless he’s destroyed it. That won’t change the truth of the matter, but yes I’m an ol’ lady now. You’ll never get that title because you’re a gold digging skank with an addiction. Which reminds me, if you weren’t too busy eye fucking my men, you would’ve seen my rag,” I tell her as her face goes pale. “Oh, you didn’t think anyone knew about that? Well, I do. How long do you think it is before it becomes clear for everyone else to learn all of your dirty little secrets? My brother-in-law Hawk will dig until he’s found every dirty, dark secret you carry and no one can erase what you’ve done in the past.”

“W-W-What do you mean?” Chad asks me, his voice wavering as he tries to think of everything he’s done in the past.

“I know all about your past with hurting women and your parents getting the charges dropped or the girls all of a sudden dropping the complaints against you. He knows all about your offshore accounts. Including the two in my name from when we were together before. See, back then, I thought I was in love with you and never once read anything you gave me to sign. Now, I know better and will never blindly sign a single piece of paper you hand over,” I tell him, giving him just a bit of what Hawk has managed to dig up on him so far. The few things I’ve managed to overhear the guys talking about when they thought I was sleeping in the same room as them.

Chad says nothing as he rips his fingers through his hair and almost pulls it out of his head. He starts pacing the room again while Fawn stands in front of me as if she’s been frozen. Neither one of them are paying any attention to me as they try to figure out exactly how much information the club has on both of them. I’d laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious and I didn’t have a million other thoughts about escaping floating through my head.

“How much trouble are we both in here?” Fawn questions Chad as he turns to face her with an evil glare on his face.

“I don’t know about you, but that club can’t fucking touch me. They have no clue who my dad is. He won’t let them come near me for any reason. How the fuck do you think I’ve gotten out of trouble before?” Chad gloats as if the threat of his father will be a deterrent for the club coming for his ass.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do, Chad? You didn’t tell me the club was gonna do a fucking deep dive into us,” Fawn screams, getting in Chad’s face as she vibrates with rage.

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, Fawn. If you wanna back out, then fucking leave. You’re either in or out. With me or against me,” he returns, his voice low and lethal as he glares at her before turning and walking out of the room.

“You better fucking fix this shit, skank. This is all your fault and I have plans in motion already,” Fawn threatens me with a glare before she follows Chad, slamming the door behind her.

I try to breathe a little easier, but the pain in my ribs prevents me from taking a normal breath in. This is the worst amount of pain I’ve ever been in from one of Chad’s beatings. Usually he tries not to incapacitate me because then I can’t do his bidding. However, he did leave the papers on the floor where I tossed them. For now, they’re forgotten and I know I’m not about to sign them for any reason. And the lawyer will know if my signature is forged because I’ve had to sign so many papers for him between the death of my family members. I close my eyes and let thoughts of Eagle and Cash fill me as I try to go to my happy place. Being back with them is all I want and I’ll ensure it happens one way or another if I can.