Chapter 17
My cock isn’t even dry as I stumble out of the car, trying to do my fucking jeans up as I lock eyes with Abbey.
“Stay here. That’s a fucking order.”
Her glare tells me I’ll be in trouble later, but fuck, I don’t know what Smitty is up to, and when I find him, it may be something I never want her to see.
“Mex, Stocky, you watch her. Vender, JD, you’re with me.”
We storm away, although I’m fucking barefoot as JD fills me in.
“He’s not thinking straight. Said Daniel is a Southern Sadist prisoner, not Abbey’s, and if he wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine, then he would.”
“Fuck.” I grind my fucking teeth, looking over the crowd of club brothers still talking shit and drinking nearby to see who’s missing. “Spud’s gone. Tups too. The prospect, and a couple of the newer guys.”
“His lackeys,” Vender mutters, and JD and I nod in unison, glancing around the park.
Their motorcycles are still here, so they haven’t gone far, which is when my eyes land on the toilet block.
Fuck. I hope we’re not too late.
I have hope in the fact that Trigger and some of the other guys who don’t mind fucking dudes are still over with the others.
So hopefully that means Smitty isn’t making good on his threat to have Daniel raped.
But our leader is an unhinged motherfucker, so I have a feeling that whatever we walk in on won’t be good.
We hurry over to the well lit toilet block, and I can hear Abbey yelling at Mex and Stocky to let her pass, but the agonising screams coming from the toilet block keep me moving forward, because if Smitty kills Daniel, then we won’t have leverage with his mum to hand over Bobbi safely.
The moment I reach the door of the men’s bathroom, I kick it open, the fucking thing bouncing off the wall and nearly hitting me on the rebound, but fuck, that’s not what has my breath seizing in my lungs.
Shit.
No.
“The fuck are you doing!?” I bellow, launching myself inside, only to pull up short when the barrel of a gun jams against my temple.
“Stand the fuck down,” Spud snaps. “Remember who your fucking President is.”
“H-help!” Daniel cries, and fuck, I want to look away, but I can’t. Fuck. “P-please. I-I’m s-sorry.”
“Smitty, man. That’s enough.” JD pleads from next to me, as our fearless President stands across the room, leaning casually against the wall, as Tups, our club Secretary, rapes Daniel’s arse with the pole of a mop, while our new prospect and another club brother hold Daniel down.
“NO!”
The piercing scream has everyone cringing, as Abbey comes rushing in behind us, and this time, Tups stops his assault on Daniel, glancing up at Smitty for direction.
“Angel!” I reach out, trying to grab her on her way past, but Spud jams the gun harder against my temple, and I have no choice but to stay put until I can figure out a way to calm this fucking situation down.
“Oh my God!” she cries, her hands fisting into her hair as she takes in what’s happening to Daniel.
Her cousin.
Her rapist.
“Stop it!” she screams. “Stop it NOW!”
I hear the pounding of more feet as club brothers start to swarm the toilet block, but Smitty just chuckles, pushing off the wall and lowering to his haunches by Daniel’s head.
I’m expecting him to say something taunting, but Smitty speaks quietly, so no one can hear but him and Daniel.
“What the fuck, Nate!?” I yell, needing him to snap the fuck out of this, but he keeps talking quietly, ignoring me, and listening as Daniel mutters something I can’t hear in response.
“Get away from him!” Abbey yells at Tups, who still holds the mop head, keeping the other end buried inside Daniel’s arse.
Ah shit. I’m pretty sure there’s blood on the pole. What the fuck do we do if they’ve perforated his bowel?
“This is not how we do things!” I yell, hoping my other brothers will agree and help Nate to see reason. “Shit like this is done on a vote. No one fucking voted for this punishment. This kid isn’t even your fucking prisoner!”
“So you and your little bitch keep telling me.”
Abbey flinches at Smitty’s words, her pained eyes darting to each man around the room, and I see the moment when she realises she’s in a very fucking dangerous situation, that she’s hugely outnumbered in.
“But you see,” Smitty continues. “You keep using club resources,” Nate points out, and my eyes narrow.
“I was using Marx resources up until we brought this fucker to the compound a couple of days ago,” I remind him. “Which you fucking cleared. So don’t act like we are using the club unfairly. You came to my place. You insisted on helping.”
“True.” Smitty stands. “But you and your wife keep acting like it’s the Ringo and Charity Show. Not the Nate Smith Show.”
A round of grumbles floats through the gathered crowd of men, and Nate doesn’t even realise it’s because they are reeling at what he just said.
The Nate Smith Show.
I open my mouth to speak, but Abbey beats me to it, saying exactly what I was going to.
“Don’t you mean the Southern Sadist Show?” she asks, and Nate’s jaw ticks as he shoots her a glare, and then turns back to Tups and nods.
Tups only hesitates for a moment before resuming his task, jamming the pole in and out as Daniel starts screaming in agony again.
“STOP!” Abbey screams, making a run for Tups, but the moment Spud redirects his gun from my head towards Abbey, she skids to a stop.
But fuck that! No one points a fucking gun at my wife!
I don’t second guess myself. I just act, lunging at him.
We go crashing to the floor, and I roar as I pummel his face, his gun clattering across the tiles, but the fucker plays dirty, kneeing me in the nuts.
Blinding pain surges through me as my nuts draw up into my body, and I wheeze out a breath, falling to the side and Spud wrestles me off him.
The loud crack of a gun echoes through the space, the sound ricocheting off the walls, and everyone falls still.
I blink, choking through the pain as I look up to see the gun, Spud’s gun, in Abbey’s hands, pointed directly at Smitty.
“Tell him to stop!” she screams, and Nate fucking grins.
“There she is. Our little Sadist monster.”
“Tell. Him. To. Stop,” she says again, curling her lip in disgust.
“Fine,” Smitty sighs, rolling his eyes. “Stop showing the rapist a good time, Tups.”
I sit up, coughing and wheezing as Tups pulls out the pole and drops the shit and blood coated thing to the floor with a loud clatter.
“All of you get away from him!” Abbey’s voice cracks as she sees the end of the pole, and never in my life have I been more ashamed to call myself a Southern Sadist.
“This isn’t right!” I growl as I stagger up, still bent over as one nut starts to descend. “This is not what our club does.”
JD moves over to me, helping me straighten, and Abbey redirects the gun towards the men still holding Daniel down.
“I said, get away from him!”
They both look to Smitty, who nods, before they release Daniel, and shift away, moving to stand by their President.
Abbey shudders out a sob, her eyes darting around frantically like she doesn’t know who to trust. And fuck. I hate that. She should feel safe with us now, but I know, after this, she never will again.
“How dare you,” she cries. “How dare you be so vile?” She curls her lip at Smitty. “Has that ever been done to you? Have you ever been violated like that? Had to take someone or something inside your body that you don’t want there?” She shakes her head. “I should just shoot you.”
Tension ripples through the air as all the club brothers crammed into the space shift uncomfortably, and I wish I knew what they would do if she did pull the trigger.
Would they accept his fate, or would they punish my wife?
“Angel.” I pant as my pain subsides. “Let’s just go.”
I glance at JD, and he gives me a nod before eyeing the guys I consider my closest club brothers, to see them all nod too.
With trembling hands, Abbey keeps the gun pointed at Nate, and I know she’s fighting with that monster she refers to herself as. She wants to pull the trigger, but she also doesn’t.
“Get Daniel,” I mutter to Vender and Mex, and they move across to where Daniel is sobbing, curled in a ball.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” I call, for everyone to hear, turning in the middle of the room as I speak.
“The Southern Sadists are about honour. About helping people while living by our own rules.” I eye every club brother I can, knowing there are still a lot of men outside.
“This.” I point to Daniel as Vender and Mex get his pants up, giving him a fraction of his dignity back.
“This is the very thing we fight against! It fucking says so in our bylaws!”
I turn, glaring at Smitty, Spud and Tups, three of the longest serving members who know damn well what the bylaws say.
Even so, every man needs to be reminded.
“We will not raise a hand, harm or violate women, children, the elderly, or the defenceless!” I bellow. “This piece of shit deserves to be punished, and he will meet his end when the time is right, but we don’t VIOLATE ANYONE! No matter what!”
Abbey’s tear-filled caramel eyes meet mine then, and I can see her love for me, even as she still holds the gun pointed at my President.
“I am not the one who has broken our code!” I hiss, jabbing a finger towards Nate. “You are!”
“Are you challenging me for my role?” Smitty snarls through gritted teeth, and I shake my head.
“No fucking way if this is what our club stands for.” I point to the mop pole.
Low murmurs travel through the crowd, floating to those gathered outside. I can’t tell if they are for or against what I just said, but right now, all that matters is getting my wife out of here before things escalate.
“Put him in the back of my car and load him up on painkillers,” I tell Vender and Mex, who lift Daniel by each arm, and help him stumble out on shaky legs.
Abbey’s chest is rising and falling rapidly as her gaze darts from Daniel, to me, and back to Smitty.
“You gonna shoot me, Charity?” Smitty asks with a shit-eating smirk.
“Maybe.” Abbey shrugs. “You definitely deserve a bullet.”
He throws his head back, laughing. “I can’t fucking tell if you’re serious.”
“She’s dead fucking serious,” I snap, and Nate’s smirk falls into another glare directed at me.
“You’d better fucking leave before I decide to gut you like a fish.”
“Don’t worry. I’m leaving here. But not the club.
Anyone who comes with me is still a club brother,” I say, making sure the other men know we are still loyal to the club, despite what’s just happened.
“We’ll be back, and then we can settle this dispute the Southern Sadist way.
In fucking church like civilised club brothers. ”
Nate’s nostrils flare as he growls, looking like he’s about ready to leap across this shitty men’s room and strangle me. I’ve defied him. Belittled him. Made him look weak.
I have no idea how I’ll be received when we return, but that’s a fucking problem for another day.
“Angel,” I rasp to my wife while keeping my eyes trained on Smitty.
Glancing over her shoulder at me, she walks backwards, keeping the gun trained on Smitty and his men. The moment she’s close enough, I take the gun from her grip and urge her towards JD.
My best mate takes her hand and quickly hustles her through the crowd, the men parting easily for her, making me wonder if they might be on her side after what just happened.
The moment I follow, Smitty starts forward, trailing us, and I keep him in my peripheral as I hurry back to the Landy where JD is removing the car seat so Abbey can get in the front.
“Put it in the van,” I bark, and he nods, rushing to the van where Murf and Stocky are already getting ready to leave with us.
Moving to the back of my car, I find Daniel curled in a ball, crying silently on the bed Abbey and I just fucked in not even ten minutes ago.
Shit. How can things change so fucking quickly?
“You take the drugs they gave you?” I ask him, and he nods, clutching onto a bottle of water. “That shouldn’t have happened,” I snap, hating that it sounds like an apology when part of me has always wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine.
It’s one thing to think it. It’s another thing entirely to do it.
Daniel sobs, curling up tighter, and my eyes meet Abbey’s where she’s peering over from the front seat.
As chatter from the club brothers draws closer, I close the back door and get into the driver’s seat, starting up the Landy.
The van with Stocky and Murf pulls out when I do, along with JD, Vender, Mex, and Trunk, following on their hogs.
“I’ve ruined everything for you,” Abbey whispers, looking out the back window even as I watch Smitty in the rearview mirror, still glaring our way as we drive off.
“This wasn’t you, Angel. This is Smitty not liking when people don’t give in to his every order. That fucker thinks he’s a king, not a leader that is meant to represent his men, and make sure morals are upheld.”
As I turn out onto the road, I can feel her eyes on me, and I glance her way to see those big eyes glassy in the glow of the dash as she speaks.
“I should have just killed Daniel.”
My lips thin, and I shake my head. “His death will come after we get Bobbi back.”
As she glances back to where her rapist cousin shivers in a ball, I pick up my phone and hit the Angels’ number, speaking as soon as the call connects.
“We can’t wait until the morning to get over the border. We are twenty minutes away and need clearance now.”