Chapter 39 – Tylee
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Tylee
Montana
Iknow Christian Shaw tells Wyatt everything and no amount of pleading, begging or attempted bribery will convince him over to my side.
Nobody sees my side of things. They don’t understand what kind of trauma I got brought up with – the girl in a family of boys where everybody only cared about men and manly things.
My mother loved her sons and sure, she might still care about me, but she was always one of those ‘boy moms’ who put her sons first. She likes Wyatt, Ethan, and Owen better than she ever liked me.
The happiest I ever made anyone in my family was when I lived up to their narrow expectations of what a Rebel Barbarian woman should be.
My father was the club president, after all, so there wasn’t a shot in hell of me going somewhere to college or anywhere out from under his thumb where I would become an immediate target.
That’s what I grew up believing at least, so I did what made the most sense to me.
I secured protection with Isaac Sinclair and until I became a mother, I looked after myself too.
I never let any of those men come at Isaac sideways.
Except for Scum – and look what happened to him for stepping out of line.
The best thing about men is when one walks out the door, another one trots right on through. Most men see us as pieces of meat, and that’s a good thing. You can dangle meat in front of them and make them stand on their hind legs just for a lick. There’s a lot of power in that.
Before Christian brings me lunch and takes my mail out – Wyatt believes I deserve a few basic human rights, although not all of them – I need to finish up my letter. It took me a while to figure out how I was going to sneak something past Christian, but it finally dawned on me how to get it done.
Dear Tristan,
I haven’t heard from you in a while because I have been busy getting my life together.
I know when we last saw each other, I opened up to you about the abuse carried out against me by my husband, Isaac Sinclair.
Since then, he has gone on a total rampage and ruined my life.
It’s making me miss what we had. Our love was real and I still remember the way it felt to have your dick sliding down my throat. I miss that.
Since we parted ways, I did everything to become a better woman.
My ex-husband made it his mission to ruin my life.
He took me to court and he said I did things to my children that no mother would ever do.
He beat me. He raped me. He destroyed me from within.
Then, he made me sign away the rights to my children.
I fell, Tristan. I missed you. I used the opportunity to find my spirituality.
It wasn’t enough to stop my ex-husband. He found me again and beat me within an inch of my life.
He raped me with a number of objects until I bled.
I cried out your name at my lowest. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.
Right now, my ex-husband has me prisoner and I have risked multiple beatings and gang rapes, including from my own brothers, in order to get a letter out.
I don’t know what will happen to me if they find this one.
Tristan, when you get this letter, if you miss me as much as I miss you, come to Montana.
This is my address.
Love always,
Tylee.
I write in the address where they have me prisoner.
I’m not entirely sure that I’m right, but I think I have it down to the town where Christian takes out the mail.
It doesn’t even matter if the letter gets to Tristan, because I send three more versions of the same letter out to the different men in my past who might want to prove themselves.
I’m single now, which means that I’m a free agent and I owe nothing to anybody. If Wyatt doesn’t want me to act like a trapped animal, he shouldn’t have put me in a cage. I’m only doing what any creature in a cage would do – I’m looking out for myself and trying everything in my power to get free.
You might call it lying or whatever, but how the fuck else am I supposed to get a man angry enough to ride out to Montana and shoot my cousin? Desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’ll be a lot less desperate when I can see the sun.