Chapter 15
Moon
Blinding white light fills my vision as my eyes dart open.
I can't tell if it's God getting ready to bring me to the pearly gates just to deny me entry for all my sins, or if it's the light of an operating room.
I try to move my arms but I can't. Looking down I see my wrists are handcuffed to a gurney. What the fuck? I jerk my arms, flailing, trying to break free. Something isn't right, I've got a sick feeling in my gut.
Just as I'm about to start screaming for Doc, a familiar face hovers over me blocking the bright as hell light.
"Stray, thank god! I started panicking for a second there." His straight face morphs into a sinister smirk. I almost grimace at the sight.
He's always been a creepy fucker.
"You've gotta help me get this shit off my wrists," I say jerking against the metal one more time for good measure, just to make sure I was right in thinking they don't have any give. I was right, there's no jerking free from these.
Every move I make sends jolts of stabbing pain into my stomach. Out of instinct I try to reach to touch the area the pain is coming from, but am again met with the cold resistance of metal biting into my skin.
Just like that, it all comes back to me. Dad trying to shoot Dagger, and me jumping in front of him. The blood. So much blood.
"Where's Dagger?" My heart aches at the thought that something may have happened to him. He would be here with me in the hospital as long as he still had air in his lungs, that's just the man I fell for. I squint past the bright light trying to look past Stray's body.
My eyes meet gray concrete walls, concrete floors, and concrete ceilings. Am I in a basement? This isn't a hospital or the club infirmary.
My eyes dart back over to Stray, my eyes zeroing in on his leathers. It's not a Devil's Outlaws' MC Cut. But the colors are club colors I'm more than familiar with.
Reaper. He's a fucking Reaper.
I flail in the hospital bed, fighting my restraints not caring that I can feel blood starting to trickle from my wrists.
"Looks like the Devil's Outlaw's bimbo princess isn't as dull as she seems." Stray taunts, running his rough callused fingers against my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear in a chilling almost loving way.
"It's time Son, enough toying with her." An unfamiliar gruff voice orders through some type of speaker system. There must be cameras in here too.
I remain silent like I was trained, now that the reality of the situation has sunk in I do nothing but analyze my surroundings and try to think up an escape plan.
Nothing comes to mind immediately, I'm weak and injured. I have to bide my time and strike when I've regained my strength.
"I would say I'm sorry Princess, but that would be a lie," Stray says with a twisted grin, hovering over me again before stabbing a needle into my neck.
My vision swims, blurring before darkness envelopes me.
The only thought crossing my mind is Dagger and the Club. Someone has to know I'm missing. Someone has to be trying to find me.
I just hope they aren't too late.
***
I stare into my mother's lifeless eyes as blood and brain matter leak from the gaping hole in the side of her head.
I sob silently, turning off my mind in an attempt to feel nothing. The cold blade against my throat taunts me. If I just push a little harder against it I can be with her.
My mind can't seem to choose between fighting for my life or fighting to end it.
I hope Daddy and Uncle D find me soon I'm not sure how much more I can take.
I look down at the floor, zoning out as the knife is removed from its place pressed to my throat, and is now being used to slice through my clothes, leaving me bare.
The fear paralyzes me. I want to fight, I know I have to fight... but I can't move.
I want to scream, I want to beg, I want to fight. But my body and mind in this moment is nothing but mush. Nothing but something to be moulded into whatever the perpetrators want.
I stare at the floor as searing pain rips through my private area. I stare at the floor as they steal something from me I can never get back. I stare at the floor as they violate me.
All I can hear is the sound of my father's voice on repeat.
"If anyone ever kidnaps you what do you do Moon?.. This is important. You may not understand now at such a young age, but people will use you as a pawn to hurt me and this club. Your job is to stay silent. To fight until I'm there to fight for you. You tell them nothing, do you understand me? You don't show weakness, you don't scream."
Don't scream.
Daddy will be here to fight for me. He will save me.
I grit my teeth as I feel fingernails biting into the skin of my back.
I'm too small to fight this many grown men. I know I don't stand a chance, but something snaps in me and I fight anyway. I squirm, jerk, bite, claw, kick, punch... anything I can do, I try. The man behind me smiles sinisterly as I scurry across the floor naked, covered in dirt and the blood of my mother.
"I love it when they fight."