Chapter 17
Remy
I don’t know if horrified is what I feel. I honestly don’t know what I feel right now. I sit here staring at the films, multiple films. I’m disgusted.
“She’s okay,” Locke tells me as I nod my head.
“Good. Glad we found her,” I tell him. We hit another location and ended up finding Stan’s sister. She’s safe now. She was being drugged and abused. She’s a mess, and I’m not sure how she’s ever going to come back from this abuse. They used her. But that isn’t my main concern right now. My concern is Tianna.
“Do you know how pissed I am right now?” I ask him even though I’m trying to keep myself as calm as possible. Given the situation, that’s harder than you’d think.
“She was drugged, Remy.”
“I know that! And that motherfucker let it all happen, Locke! He fuckin’ filmed it!” I roar this time. I look back at the computer screen in from of me, and all I see is her. My insides tremble, and I want to throw up. I want to scream. I want to fucking rip his head off for what he’s done to her, and she has no fucking idea. None at all. None of them really did. None of them had a clue he was doing this.
“I don’t know what to say here, brother.”
“Me either. How the fuck do I tell her this?”
“Maybe you don’t.”
“How could I not? She fuckin’ deserves to know what happened to her. She said he would give her sleepin’ pills,” I say before resting my head in my hands.
“They were somethin’ else. We’re gonna find him, Remy.”
“What if he hurt Charlie? Huh? What if that motherfucker has been lettin’ someone to-” I can’t finish the sentence. I can’t.
“Stop! That’s enough of that shit. We can’t think like that, Remy, and you know it!” Gunner roars.
“I can’t help it. Look what he did to her, to Tianna. To those other girls.”
“What he did is fuckin’ sick, and he’s gonna pay with his life for it,” Gunner reminds me.
We set out on a lead today. We got an anonymous call, and we ran with it. We found the girls, well, most of them anyway. Stan’s sister was one of them here. They were being held in rooms with bolts on the doors. Someone had to have known we were coming and tipped them off because there were no men here when we arrived. Pissed me off too. I was ready to get my hands dirty on this one, but knowing the girls are safe is enough for me. For now.
Then, as we started going through everything, we found the tapes. All the girls had cameras in their rooms, so we knew that they were being filmed. But to see the films … to actually see what they were doing to them … it makes me sick. And then I found the others as I dug deeper. Of her. Of my Tianna.
Men. Multiple men. They fucked her. They all took turns fucking her. My Tianna! Anger boils inside me as I play back the films. That is until Hodge snatches the computer from in front of me and slams it closed.
“We’re done here,” he says. I shake my head, pissed at the world right now. I shove out of the chair I’ve been sitting in and storm toward the door. I need out of here. I need out of this building.
As soon as I step outside, I see the last of the girls being loaded into a van. They’ll go to a safe house where the doc can check them, and then they can decide if they want to stay or go. We’ll help them in whatever they decide to do.
I watch the last girl as she climbs into the back of the van, tears rolling down her cheeks. She turns her head at the last minute and mouths the words thank you. I nod my head, and she climbs in, the doors closing behind her.
A hand claps on my shoulder, and I look over to see Hodge standing next to me.
“It’s just the beginnin’ for them.”
“Will they be able to recover from this?” I ask him.
“I don’t know, brother. I don’t know.”
“And Tianna?”
“She has you. She has the club,” he tells me.
“Is that enough? You saw what he did to her. Fuck, brother!” I roar once more. His hand tightens on my shoulder as I blow out a breath.
“He’s gonna pay for that too.”
“And her? Hasn’t she paid enough? He took our daughter from her.”
“And we’re gonna get her back, Remy.”
“If he hurt her, Hodge, if he so much as laid a hand on her, I will fuckin’ draw out his death. I will make him suffer worse than I was already plannin’ on.”
“I know you will. And we’ll be there to back you up,” he says.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here,” Locke says as he strides out of the building. “This place needs to be burned to the fuckin’ ground.”
“Then let’s burn it,” Gunner agrees as he walks out next. I nod my head, agreeing with them. This place is toxic, and no one ever needs to step foot inside.
I watch Gunner as he goes over to the other van and grabs the gas cans out. He strolls back and passes me one. I head back inside and sprinkle gas everywhere I can before lighting a cigarette. I glance around at the place one last time before taking a long drag and flicking the cigarette to the ground. I watch it ignite before I turn and walk out, following the guys back to the bikes. My heart doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel right. This is all so fucked up. How do I tell her what he did to her? How do I make this okay?
Tianna is already so fucked up from what Brad has done and the fact he took Charlie, and now this? This will break her. This will ruin her for good, and I don’t know if she’s going to let me pull her back from this one. I don’t know if anything will be the same after this.
I climb onto my bike and follow the guys out, all while smoke billows in the sky. I ignore the flames behind me even though it’s the end of what happened to those poor girls.
We make our way back to the clubhouse and I climb off my bike, heading for the door. When I step inside, I see her. Tianna is laughing with Kiki while my stomach churns from the scenes stuck in my head.
“You’re not gonna tell her now, are you?” Locke asks as he follows my line of sight.
“No. I haven’t even wrapped my goddamn head around it,” I admit to him. He nods, slapping a hand on my shoulder before Kiki spots him. She leaps from her spot on the chair and runs toward him, leaping into his arms. That’s when Tianna spots me. She doesn’t know what to do anymore. Does she come to me? Does she not?
I give her a small smile she reciprocates before I head toward her. She finally stands when I’m almost there and fidgets with her hands.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just glad you’re back,” she tells me. I nod my head and pull her into my arms, holding her. Images of those men fucking her run wild in my head. I can’t fucking unsee it.
I lean down, press my lips to the top of her head, and just keep holding her. My heart aches. My head says to tell her now and get it all over with, but my heart? That motherfucker doesn’t want to tell her at all. This is a secret I need to keep.