True Me (Fallen Brethren MC #6)

Chapter Nineteen

Rebel

S TILL SITTING IN the fucking chair, my body is on fire. I’m no longer in pain like I was as every inch of my skin hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. My eyes are now swollen shut and I have no clue how much time has passed since I was able to actually see anything around me. I’ve had to rely on my other senses and that’s hard with the amount of pain I’m in. My world seems to be fuzzy and hazy while Fawn makes it all worse when she’s in here screeching like a fucking banshee. Her voice grates on my nerves and The last thing I want to do is listen to her more than any other time I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with her. At least for now Fawn and Chad aren’t in here with me. They’re off somewhere else arguing with one another because they want to force me to sign the damn papers and turn all of my money over to the dumb fuck.

Chad let it slip that he's dealing with a loan shark and owes money to them he hasn’t been able to pay for a while. He’s run out of time to pay the amount off or they’re gonna go after his parents before coming for him. The selfish prick is more worried about himself than he is about his parents and what could possibly happen to them. I have heard stories about the kind of people these guys are and what they’ll do. They won’t simply take Chad’s mom and hold her for ransom to get their money back. They’ll beat, rape, and torture her until he cracks and ends up coming up with the money. If his mother lives through it, she’ll never be the same again. They want to ruin his father’s career and they’ll ensure it happens. If he’s as horrible as I believe he is, they’ll have a ton of dirt on him. However they choose to use that information is up to them, but they don’t ever let people borrow money unless they have plenty of dirt on everyone in their lives to ensure they get paid back again. Fawn will be the next one they threaten.

Fawn is the one who broke my hand. It’s her fault I can’t sign the papers they’re dying for me to sign over to them. She came in after work in a fit of rage and beat the hell out of me even more. There are a ton of cuts and bruises on my body and I can feel dried blood. I’ve been dreaming of taking a shower and washing all of this grime and filth off of me. To have my skin feel as if it’s not stretched thin or as if it’s coated in my blood. Hell, I know I won’t be able to take a shower anytime soon with the amount of wounds I have on my body and how damaged I truly am right now. Still, it doesn’t hurt to dream when I’m not thinking of Eagle and Cash.

When it comes to the two of them, I dream of the life I will have with them. Of us building our futures together and making a million and one memories. There is no way in hell I can believe that I won’t get out of here and live my life with them. They’re going to come for me as soon as they figure out where the hell I am. This is hurting my men and I know that deep down in my soul. When I think of the two of them, I want to break down and cry. Right now, tears are the last things I need to have because my eyes and face hurt so damn much and they only make it even worse. So, I try to force my thoughts away from the guys and how they make me feel and how I see our lives going in the future.

I let my body relax as much as possible because when I hold myself tight and coiled with tension, it makes the pain even more intense. So, when those two aren’t in the room with me, I relax and try to stay out of my head as much as possible so I don’t remain tense at all times. This is the kind of shit I have to consciously think about because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to relax at all. The only thing I refuse to do is fall asleep because that’s when the really horrible things happen. I made that mistake once and it’s the day Fawn cut me even more before breaking my wrist. I wasn’t out of my sleep enough as she came in fueled by her rage to protect myself in any capacity since my wrists are still released from whatever was tying me to the chair. Since then, I haven’t let myself go to sleep for any reason.

Exhaustion is making me shake as my stomach growls to the lack of food and water I’ve been given since I’ve been here. It could be hours or days since Chad originally beat the fuck out of me and brought me here. I think that might actually be the hardest part about this entire thing—not having the slightest clue how long I’ve been away from my men. The knowledge that they’re gonna beat the hell out of themselves until I’m back with them.

With my hearing even better than normal, it sounds as if someone is outside the boarded up window behind me. Straining to hear any kind of noise again, all I hear are Fawn and Chad coming even closer to me than before. She’s still screaming and yelling at him while I hear a third set of footsteps added to theirs and a cold chill runs through me. What the fuck is going on here and why the hell is someone else here with them?

The door slams open as the three people enter the room I’ve been held in and I try to figure where they are in the room. It doesn’t take long for me to realize I’m now surrounded by Fawn, Chad, and the newcomer. Their breathing is heavy and I almost get sick when the body odor of the two men surround me and overwhelm every other sense and smell in the room.

“You’ve got two fucking choices here, Rebel. You can either sign the paperwork and give me what I’m owed or you can have the absolute hell beat out of you. If you thought what Fawn and I did up to this point was rough, it’s nothing compared to what you’re about to go through,” Chad promises me, his voice hitting me in the face as he leans down close and I feel his spittle hit me in the face.

“I’m not signing a damn thing, Chad. You will never get your hands on my money for any reason. You’ve done nothing to gain even a fraction of it. If anything, you should be paying me for dealing with you for so fucking long. You’re a manipulative, abusive, piece of shit who wants everything he’s not entitled to. I hope to hell your loan shark ruins every single one of you. And Fawn, I hope you fucking know that you’re included in that shit. If you’re with him, the loan shark will include you in ways to get his money from him. They won’t just kidnap you until he pays either. They’ll rape and torture you until you’re begging them to end your life,” I state as strong as I can despite the pain filling my throat and mouth from the beatings I’ve sustained so far.

“That’s a lie. No one knows about me,” Fawn tries to say, her voice wavering in hesitation as confusion fills her while Chad remains silent and the other person starts laughing.

“She’s not wrong. They know about you, Fawn. These people know everything. That’s one of the reasons I’m here today. I’m here to make sure this girl signs her name on the dotted line by any means necessary,” the third person says, his voice cold and lethal, sending another chill through my body because I have a feeling this is not going to end well for me.

“Chad! How could you do this to me?” Fawn shrieks, making my head hurt even worse as her voice echoes off the empty room walls. “You promised me nothing would happen and that this would all blow over.”

“That was before she refused to sign the papers. If she had simply signed when I first got her here, this would all be over with already and I wouldn’t need to pay money back to anyone,” Chad says as if he truly believes what he’s telling her.

Yes, the amount of money I have to my name now would last me multiple lifetimes. Even with a family of my own, I’d never spend it all in my lifetime. Especially with me investing money in various things with the help of Hawk and Cash. My grandma taught me how to save my money and not just spend it. She’s the real reason why I never spent a penny of it on her treatments and to save her life. Grandma didn’t want me to use the money on her life because she wants it for me and the family I have some day. She refused to allow me to spend any of it on anything medical related.

“How are we doing this? I don’t really like her in the chair,” the third guy says as my body tenses up once more and I wait for the first hit to come.

“Where do you want her?” Fawn questions him, her voice all sugary sweet as I hear her shuffle around and move so she’s standing closer to where the third person’s voice is from.

“I want her strapped to the table I have in the back of my car. Chad, you can go out and get it for me. Set it up in the living room and make sure no one else is here when you go outside,” the asshole says as I wait for Chad to bitch and moan about having to do something when others are around.

Instead, he leaves the room and I listen as Fawn and the asshole start making out. Their kisses are wet and sloppy as they stumble around the room and slam into me two different times causing horrendous pain shooting through my body.

“We’ll get her to sign the papers today and then I’ll ensure Chad hands them over to me before he can turn them in to his lawyer. I’ll hand them over to my guy and he’ll get them filed under my name. It won’t take much for it to go through and we’ll have all the money, Baby,” Fawn says when they stop kissing and I hear Chad stumbling around and things crashing in a different room.

“How are you gonna get her into a different room and strapped to the table? She’ll fight and run from here if we just let her walk out there with a hand on her arm or something,” the asshole asks Fawn and I hear her start to cackle before she whispers something in his ear that I can’t quite hear but know doesn’t bode well for me.

After a minute, I listen as the guy moves closer to me. In seconds, his fist lands against my temple and I’m knocked out once again.

W hen I start to wake up once again, everything is different based on what I’m feeling. Instead of feeling the cold metal of the chair against certain parts of my body, now my entire body is freezing cold as metal presses against me from my head down to my heels. My bra and panties are still on at this point. I can feel harsh straps burning into my wrists and ankles as I try to move around a little bit. My ankle is on fire, it hurts more than any other part of my body. The strap pressing against the open skin and wounds from the gate and the burning sensation is overwhelming. My entire body is freezing cold but I feel as if I’m burning up at the same time. I have a pretty good feeling an infection has set in and I now have a fever.

“When are you gonna start this shit?” Chad questions the asshole as they all share the same room with me.

“Do you want her to sign the papers or not? I can’t have her sign the papers if I injure her more than you already have. You two have done a number on her and she’s not gonna make it much longer if I start already,” asshole says, his voice void of emotion as I try to pry my eyes open far enough to get a look at the man in front of me to no avail.

“She has to sign the papers. It’s the only way we get the money, Chad,” Fawn says, her voice high and shrill.

“Then get them and we’ll get her to sign them before we unleash him on her. I don’t give a fuck if she dies or not. What I care about is the money. It’s always been about the money and nothing more than that,” Chad states with a smug voice.

“You faked it with her this entire time?” the asshole questions Chad with a chuckle to his voice.

“Of course. I would never fucking date someone like this seriously. She’s not easy and it took forever for her to give me her virginity. That’s all it took for her to fall in love with me,” Chad boasts and I can picture the smug look on his face with his eyes narrowed into slits and his lips quirked up in that smirk he has perfected.

“That’s hysterical as fuck,” Fawn says, laughter filling her voice as she looks at me and I feel her eyes raking over my body. “I can see how hard it would be for you, or anyone, to get hard and fuck her. I bet she was vanilla as fuck and wouldn’t know kink if it bit her in the ass.”

“Oh, I got her to do a few things while we were together. That’s why it was so easy to cheat on her when I went to college. Hell, I never thought of her the second I drove away from her,” Chad answers and I can hear them laughing together while my heart shatters into a million pieces all over again.

I am completely over Chad and hate him with every ounce of rage I have to put on someone. Truly, I never understood the word loathing until after everything went down with Chad. Now to hear him describing what he did to me as if it were nothing to him breaks something deep down in my soul I never thought he could touch again. It feels as if he’s talking about someone else while I experience everything for the second time.

“I can’t believe you managed to get Little Miss Innocent over here to do more than missionary,” Fawn says as I feel a knife run against my skin but doesn’t slice into the flesh like I’m expecting.

“Who the fuck is getting the papers for the bitch to sign?” the asshole asks and his voice washes over me with a cool chill as terror fills me.

“I’ll get them,” Chad says as I hear his footsteps walk out of the room and the living room remains quiet and I try to figure out where Fawn and the asshole are.

When I hear Chad’s steps move back toward me, I brace myself for the upcoming battle I know I’m about to go through. The only good part of this entire situation is that I’ll get at least one of my wrists released. If my hand is restrained, I won’t be able to sign my name on anything. Hell, even with my wrist released, I won’t be able to sign anything because my wrist is broken and I can’t feel my fingers at this point. Half of my hand is even numb.

“Give her the pen and make her sign them, Chad. We need to get this over with. The quicker she signs the sooner we’ll be able to leave this fucking place. I’m tired of being here with no running water and no electricity. This place is a damn nightmare and I’m ready to be back in reality,” Fawn says, her voice that fake, sugary sweetness she seems to have perfected.

“If you try anything fucking funny, I’ll gut you right this second,” Chad promises me as he leans over my body on the table and makes sure to run his hand over my chest in ways that I used to love. Now it simply repulses me to the point I want to get sick all over him.

“I already told your stupid ass I’m not signing a fucking thing. No one will believe a damn thing you tell them when you try to give them one excuse after another. Are you sure you’re ready to sit your ass in prison instead of using money that’s not yours?” I question them as I try to glare at them and knowing I’m failing miserably since my eyes are swollen shut. “You do realize it’s just a matter of time before my men show up here and end your lives. Fawn should know that for a fact since she wants to fuck them.”

“Chad, Baby, I don’t want to fuck them. I’ve told you this more than once and you can’t let her put that thought in your head again. She’s just trying to come between the two of us,” she purrs and I have no doubt she’s trying to rub her body up against his.

“Oh, I’m telling the truth about Eagle and Cash. Not only will they beat the fuck out of you, but they’ll have the rest of the club with them. Not to mention the fact that you’re all a bunch of dumbasses. You’re all trying to get one over on the others. Chad, Fawn is fucking with the other guy you brought in here. She plans on getting the papers from you the second I sign them and turning them in before you can. And I have no doubt the stupid fuck over wherever he’s standing is also planning on stabbing the two of you in the back. Fawn, you already know Chad doesn’t plan on giving you a penny of the money he’s trying to steal from me. None of you are getting any of my money. I’ve got it all tied up in various accounts, investments, and other places you can’t gain access to,” I inform them as I try to figure out where each of them are in the room around me since Chad has backed up just enough I can’t feel him too close like he was.

While I let myself zone out, I listen to them argue and fight against one another. Fawn is the loudest one of all and I want to laugh my ass off because I’m sure she fucking looks as if she’s throwing a temper tantrum. Chad’s face is more than likely turning a lovely shade of purple. Since I don’t know the last person in the room with me, I can’t even begin to try to figure out what the hell is going on with him. It’s still kind of funny to think about even if I’m screaming out in pain and rage inside where no one can hear me.