Chapter 18
Jules
“ A nd where do you think you’re going?”
I look down to find Flora Davies staring up at me, her foot tapping impatiently.
“To see my sister,” I hedge.
“Good. Take me with you.”
“Ummmm,” I shoot a glare at Moss who is smirking behind his tiny mother. His sisters are with the rest of the Ol Ladies, keeping an eye on Violet for me.
“You promised me that I’d be able to look those men in the eye,” she says, her eyes narrowed. “Take. Me. There. Now.” She punctuates each word with a poke to my chest.
“Flora, I’m not sure it’s a good idea.” I say, holding my hands up to try and placate her.
“I think it’s a wonderful idea. Lets go,” she nods decisively, looping her arm through mine, tugging me toward the door.
I look to Moss or even Steven Davies for help and they both shake their heads sadly. “Good luck with that, Jules,” Moss says, waving at me .
“Davies! You don’t want your mother in there,” I hiss, on my way past him.
“In all honesty Jules, you probably want her in there less than I do.”
What the fuck does that mean? She tugs me through the kitchen, then stands outside the door, waiting for me to give her directions. I let out a sigh, drop my head and then lead the way down the path to the door of the Rev Room.
“Flora -”
“I’m sure. Now open the door.” Her dark eyes glint up at me and I shrug, opening the door and holding it for her.
All chatter inside the Rev Room ceases as soon as Flora walks in. Marx looks like he’s going to have a heart attack until Moss steps in. “It’s fine, Johnny. She just wants to look at the men who had the audacity to take her daughter, then I’ll take her home.”
Marx eyes Moss, then Flora and gives a curt nod. I’m sure he’s still pissed though. Two people who don’t look pissed are Pops and Chewy, who take Flora on a quick tour of the room, and even let her choose the soundtrack for this evening. The sounds of early 2000s Pink ring out in the Rev Room, the LEDs lighting up to the beat.
“Right, which one of you culero took my daughter, hmm?” Flora plants her feet, hands on hips as she stares down at the four men that Dayz has secured to metal chairs. Usually the Rev Room is used for single occupants, however tonight it looks like it’s going to be a party.
All the men stare at Flora. Well, three of them do. The one I attacked first with the butt of my gun turns his head in her direction, his nose crooked and his eyes swollen shut. Flora moves closer to the men, leaning down to stare them in the eye one by one. The MC brothers watch on with interest. Shit, even Roman who has made it for the interrogation, watches the scene with curiosity.
Flora comes to a stop, intensely staring at one particular guard. He was one of the guards holding Vi’s hands down. Instead of cowering under Flora’s glare, he stares her down, smirking up at her. Quick as a flash Flora brings down her hand onto the guy’s thigh and he starts to scream, writhing in pain.
“Mom! Fuck!” Moss yells, lunging for Flora as she pulls a goddamn knife out of the guard’s leg, then spits in his face.
She yells obscenities in Spanish as Moss carries her toward the door, the rant only broken up by her laughter at the guard pissing himself and whimpering in pain.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Davies! We’ll take good care of him!” Dayz calls cheerily after her before turning to me. “Wanna split ‘em? Two each?”
I run my gaze over the four men in front of me, then look at my sister with a grin. “What have you got planned?”
Groans sound out behind us from the MC brothers. My own brothers are leaning against the wall, big smiles on their faces. So far all anyone has seen is what my sister can do. Usually I leave her to it, but in some instances, with especially dangerous people, I like to help. It’s a great stress reliever. Sue me.
I follow Dayz to her cupboard, Rhodie moving to take Chomper from her so she has her hands free for whatever she is going to pull out. Pops sidles up as well to offer his two cents worth.
“So, I recently got this little beauty made up,” my sister says, holding up a pear shaped contraption with a handle and some type of twist mechanism.
“What in the fuck is that and please tell me you’re not going to put it inside someone,” Rider whines, running a hand down his face.
Dayz stares at the contraption in awe for a moment, before beaming at Rider. “It’s the Pear of Anguish and yes, it’s going inside someone. I’m just not too sure which end,” she frowns at it, then at the first guy, he’s still blinded by his swollen eyelids so he has no clue what’s happening. “I guess I could use it in both ends really. Ass first, then mouth,” she shrugs, then hands it to Pops who moves to place it gently on the stainless steel tool table. He whistles along to Pink’s “Funhouse”, then claps and dance shuffles his way back to the cupboard.
“Well, kid, what are ya after? Chemicals? Inserts? Ropes and knives?” He cocks a brow at me, waiting for me to make my choice.
I eye up the offerings, before turning to Rhodie’s wall of devices. My eyes land on some knuckle dusters, and I think that’s how I want to start my evening. Switch gave me a run down of all of Vi’s injuries, so I want to replicate that before I get onto anything more…permanent.
Raising my brows in question at my sister’s Ol Man, Rhodie lifts his chin in reply and I remove the knuckle dusters from their designated spot on the wall. Be rude of me to not ask before using another man’s tools. Pops rolls his eyes and mutters “boring” under his breath. Dayz nods her head and they both turn back to their cupboard, heads bent together in serious conversation.
I stop at the man nearest me. I know that Dayz and I had agreed on two each, but I don’t think she’d mind if I rough them up a little first. This guy, Baldy, has a black eye and his nose is looking a little crooked thanks to one of my brothers’ handiwork. And yes, I did mean MC as well as biological. The MC had my back when I needed it, and I’ll have theirs. That seems like brotherly shit if you ask me.
Baldy smirks up at me when I come to a stop in front of him. I grin back at him, the knuckle dusters fitting snugly on my hand, and I throw a right hook, hitting him exactly where I wanted - his left cheek. I move on to the next injury Vi’s body had. A split lip which I deliver with precision. Vi’s right cheek had marks where I’m guessing she was backhanded, so I do the same, dragging the dusters over his cheek, splitting it with little effort. His ribs are next, as a well-earned punch has his breath whooshing out of him as he starts to pant due to the pain.
The swelling and bruises are starting to come up on his pale skin, and yet he still doesn’t look as bad as my Firecracker. I continue to work him over, hit for hit, kick for kick until he’s battered and bruised and looking a lot less smug than he was.
“Ah, brother, are you going to ask him anything?” Tav asks, sounding a little nervous.
“That’s Dayz’s job,” I reply, over my shoulder. “So, who’s next?”
Violet
I wake with a start as Juno’s cry sounds out. Shit, did I fall asleep on the job? I move to sit up and then fall back, pain shooting through my head and ribs for a split second. The pain is what brings it all back - the truck, the kids, those fucking guards, all of it. I lay back with a tiny groan, taking shallow breaths until I’m in a more comfortable position.
“Shhh, it’s OK Vi. We got you,” a gentle voice coos, and my eyes, well, eye, flies open.
I’m met with the stares of my sisters, almost all the Ol Ladies and one big, blonde guy. Mama Debs has Juno in her arms and they’re all staring at me.
“Um, what are you all looking at?” I mumble, my face quite tender.
“At your face, holy shit Lettie you look TERRIBLE,” Jazz exclaims, not even quietly either. Loudly so that it reverberates through my head a little.
“Thanks, next time I get kidnapped I’ll try not to stop any punches with my face.” I roll my eyes at her.
Jazz bursts into tears, sending Lily down the crying hole, then Blanche.
“It’s the hormones so you better not give me any shit!” she threatens, trying her hardest to suck up her tears. She even has her hands on her hips as she stomps around the room, blinking double time.
“You do look pretty shitty,” Nat agrees. “Is there anything we can help you with? Switch left your next lot of pain meds so you can take those now, but they will knock you out a little.”
I nod, feeling tightness in my shoulders along with other aches and pains. “I’d like a shower. I feel filthy at the moment.”
“Good idea, do you need help?” Lil asks, sniffing a little.
I look at her like she’s lost her mind. “Lil, I love you, but there’s no way you’re getting up close and personal with my jiggly bits.”
I move myself to sitting up in bed, feeling weirded out a little. “Ah, don’t mean to be rude, but why are you all here?”
Mama Debs bounces Juno in her arms, settling her back to sleep, “Jules had business to take care of and didn’t want you alone,”
“Yeah! He went all alpha on us and told us that we all had to be here to support you and under no circumstances were we to leave you alone. It was actually kinda romantic. He had ‘burn the world down’ vibes going on,” Mira adds excitedly.
“Yeah he actually did!” Jazz agrees, “Like that man was on a mission! Rounded us all up, barking instructions and all that.”
“Ugh, I hate when he barks at me,” I mumble.
“He does it from a place of care,” Lovely says, resting her hand on my leg. “But I could see how it would be annoying,” she smiles.
“That’s because you have your very own bossy alpha barking instructions,” Ana cackles.
Lovely gives her an odd look, “No, I have a very bossy MC Pres who thinks I’m a damsel in distress all the time. He has no idea what I survived to get to this point,” she says quietly.
“Yes, but we do,” Nat says, pulling her into her side.
“Boys are dumb,” Blanche says, flopping down onto the bed. “Tav is convinced we’re having a boy because he has spent years wearing loose fitting boxer shorts.”
I frown. Well I think I do, it’s hard to tell what my face is doing at the moment, but I’m sure my expression mirrors the other women.
“What? How?”
“Some men think that by keeping their testicles unrestricted, that the sperm are stronger, healthier, and more manly.” The big, blonde tall drink of water says in an accented voice.
“Who are you?” I breathe out, then clear my throat because since Josh dumped me I’ve turned into a hussy.
“Oh, this is Sasha, he’s Roman’s husband and one of my best friends,” Ana says cheerily. “And his brother found you.”
“He’s a man witch,” Mira whispers.
I stare at her and try to wrap my head around all the craziness that’s happening. Then decide that I’d rather hide in the shower and get clean. I’ll worry about everything else later. I slowly move the blankets off my legs, and swivel my body, being careful not to move too fast. Jazz jumps up to help pull me to standing, and now that I am I feel a little better about life.
“Here, take these,” Lil shoves my overnight bag into my hands and confuses me. “Jules made us go home and pack you some clothes. I packed you a soft sports bra and your fave stretchy pants.”
“Oh, good call on the stretchy clothes,” Remy says, holding her hand up for a high five.
I pull my sister in for a gentle hug, “Thank you,” I whisper, blinking the tears away.
“Hey! Don’t leave me out!” Jazz muscles her way into the hug, and the next thing I know I’m being embraced on all sides by the women and the giant man who is married to some guy named Roman and has a warlock for a brother.
After a long, long hug they let me shuffle my way into the bathroom, Remy having already started the water for me so it’ll be nice and warm by the time I get in. I discard my dirty clothes in the empty hamper and move to stand under the water, letting it beat down on my sore body, washing away all the grossness of the day. Or yesterday. I have no idea what time it is, or even what day. I pick up the generic body wash that’s sitting on the shower stall shelf and lather it in my hands. There’s no way I’m using the body puff knowing that this is an MC. Who knows who else has rubbed that on their body. I work on cleaning everywhere I can reach, getting rid of the grime and the ickiness I feel. I also take stock of my injuries and bruises. I’m actually impressed at how I’m looking so far. Don’t get me wrong, I took a hell of a beating, but apart from some bruised ribs, and my tender face, of which icing and painkillers have numbed a lot of it, I’m not looking too bad. Put it this way, I look better than some of the women who would come into the ER while I worked there.
I continue cataloguing wounds. Some bruises on my wrists from being yanked around, some on my legs from kicking at people. Hot water hits my tense shoulder muscles and I relax into the water, checking to see if there are other bruises anywhere. Looking down at my chest I freeze. What the fuck? Rubbing soap suds and sluicing water out of my way to get a better look I stare at my bare breast.
Teeth marks. Fucking teeth marks! I know for a fact that Jules never bit me when we were together, so some other motherfucker out there bit me. I check between my legs and feel nothing, letting out a sigh of relief knowing that they didn’t get that far, but still. Some fucker bit my tit and I’m going to find him. I twist the shower taps off harder than I should do then wrap myself in a towel, drying myself as carefully and quickly as I possibly can. I yank on my clothes and my care for my aches and pains goes out the window. I need answers and I need them now. I burst through the door into the bedroom, making everyone in the room jump.
“Where is Jules?” I seethe.
“Ummm, he’s working on something right now,” Lovely says, her eyes darting to Nat who is staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“I don’t care. Where is he? Better yet, where is Marx? I have a motherfucking bite mark on my boob and I know that they have the people that did this. Where are they?”
The women all share a look, Mama Debs gives me a nod then leaves the room. “Violet,” Remy starts but I hold my hand up, stopping her from trying to placate me.”
“No, she has every right to know where they are,” Nat says, Blanche nodding.
The Ol Ladies and one Ol Man have a full conversation with their eyes as my sisters stand by my side, holding my shaking hands.
“I’ll take you to them, but your sisters have to stay. It’s for the safety of the club,” Nat says, looking toward Jazz and Lil.
“Stay here, yeah?” I squeeze their hands gently, then drop them. Jazz opens her mouth to say something, but I stop her. “No, Nat’s right. They put their lives on the line for me, the least I can do is respect their rules.”
My sisters nod. “I guess we should go check on mom and dad then,” Jazz murmurs, giving me a kiss on my check.
“I saw your mom not long ago, she’s doing just fine,” Blanche grins.
“OK, show me the way ladies.”