Chapter 6 #2
“Sunny, I don’t understand.” Her shaking is so bad, and I’m realizing that it’s more than just fear. “Shit. How long?”
A tear slips down her cheek. “Too long.”
“Fuck!” I know I’m going to have to make this quick. “What did they say? Why did they bring you here?”
“I was meant to be a reminder that you haven’t truly escaped and had better do what is asked of you.” Nova’s words are flat and unforgiving.
Shaking my head, I back away from her until I hit something hard.
Tilting my head up, I find I’ve backed into Raider’s legs, and the look in his two-toned eyes is pure murder.
Shocking me, though, is that behind the murder I see sadness and even hurt.
A whimper from Nova finally breaks the trance, and I look over at Remedy, who is just shaking his head.
“She’s about to detox.” I look at Nova and ask, “Pres or VP?”
Nova shakes her head, refusing to answer.
“We need to know so we know how to help you,” I push softly.
“Both!”
Looking back at Remedy, I say, “That means she hasn’t had drugs in her system for longer than six hours. She is going to start withdrawing soon. She’ll need help to keep the detox from killing her.”
“Who says she wants to get clean at this point? Why shouldn’t we just drop her on her ass at the edge of the marsh?” Terro rumbles, arms crossed over his chest.
Anger, like I’ve not felt in too fucking long, grips me. Surging to my feet, I spin on them, putting myself between them and her.
“I know I’m not walking out of this room a free woman.
I have sins to pay for and I’m goddamn ready to finally pay for those fucking sins.
What I will not do is watch the best men I've ever known treat this broken woman like trash just because you're fucking angry. When I ran like a fucking coward, Nova was barely fifteen. Think about that for a minute,” I growl.
Raider steps close to me, towering over me.
“Just like Terro said.” He points at Nova.
“She has not asked for help and at this rate neither of you has a goddamn right to ask us for anything. What is about to fucking happen is Blitz is going to march you to the cell. Terro, I want men in her room tearing it apart. Hermes needs her phone right the fuck now. Once I’m satisfied you haven’t tampered with anything in my clubhouse, we’ll talk. ”
With every word, every threat, Raider confirms that no matter what I wanted or needed to believe to make it through the time here, I never meant anything to anyone. I roll my shoulders back because I will not allow any of these men to see me break.
Blitz steps up to my side, gently grabbing my arm, though I can feel him shaking with barely controlled emotions. “Let’s go.”
We step around Raider and slowly make our way towards the door.
“Oh, and Blitz, don’t pull any dumb bullshit. At this point, your patch is up for a fucking vote. The only thing that might save you is if you had no clue who the hell she was when you brought her in.” Raider’s tone holds no emotion.
“Understood, Prez,” Blitz agrees before pushing me out into the hallway.
When we make to the end of the hallway and step out into the great room, I find myself being grateful that the only people there are brothers.
Blitz points us in the direction of the hallway that has the offices, only stopping at the last door on the right.
Blitz types in a code, scans his ring finger, and then the door hisses open.
The room is sterile white. There is a bed attached to the wall on the right and a toilet and sink across from it. I step into the room without a word, wrapping my arms around my middle.
“Phone,” Blitz snaps from the door.
“It’s in my room. I don’t keep it on me when I’m at the clubhouse,” I decide to be honest.
“I’m going to have to pat you down to be sure you don’t have one on you.” The words seem to be ripped from him.
I open my arms wide so that he can pat me down. Blitz does it quickly before stepping away from me, and I drop my arms. As he makes it to the door, he stops, turning to look at me with such a look of devastation that it nearly brings me to my knees.
“When you called, did you know?” he finally asks me.
Tilt my head in confusion. “Did I know what?”
“That I was a King?” His question throws me.
“When I dialed that number, I had no idea if anyone would answer it. Six handed me that card literally ten minutes before NOS shot and killed him,” I state dryly, fighting the emotions talking about that night brings up.
“Six?” he questions.
Huffing, I stomp over to the bed, plopping down on it. “Six, or as you know him, Boston, was my husband, you know that. What you don’t know is that he was also Six, the president of the Lucifer's Knights. That is, until the night NOS turned his club against him and then killed him.”
“Fucking hell, Charlie, do you have any goddamn idea what this means not only for you but for me? Don’t fucking answer that.” Blitz storms out, slamming the door behind him.
Once the door is closed, I finally let the dam on my emotions crumble. I pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around my legs, and drop my forehead on my knees as I let the sobs wreck me. Years of pent-up heartbreak and devastation finally shatter me until I pass out from exhaustion.