Chapter Twenty #2
“I have my ways. Here’s what’s gonna happen.
You’re going to give me access to your money again and I’ll be moving in here.
This house is nicer than the last place for sure.
You’ll go to work and take care of me like you did before.
This isn’t negotiable and it will be happening,” TJ says as if it’s already been decided.
“Here’s the problem with that, TJ. There’s a restraining order against you and you’re in violation of it as we speak.
That’s grounds for you to be taken back into custody until the trial.
More charges will also be added to what’s currently pending.
That means an even longer amount of time spent in prison.
Personally, I’m good with you spending the rest of your life locked up so you can never hurt anyone again.
I suggest you leave my home before you get in trouble.
This is your one and only warning,” I state as TJ steps up in my face and I can tell he’s about to explode.
This is my opening because he won’t be expecting me to do anything to him.
When TJ goes to grab a handful of my hair, I duck and slam my fist into his stomach.
The wind gets knocked out of him immediately from the force of my hit.
When he bends over, I slam his face into my knee and hear the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking as he screams out in pain.
TJ ends up in a curled up heap on the floor at my feet where I continue to beat the hell out of him.
He didn’t let up on me and I’m not about to take it easy on him.
I want him to feel every ounce of pain I did when he chose to beat the shit out of me and leave me alone in my store.
TJ didn’t give a fuck if help would rescue me or if I would live or die.
I want him to feel everything I did at that time.
I don’t stop until I can hardly move my arms and legs.
Despite all of the therapy, there’s still a weakness I get when I’ve done a lot for the day.
I’m panting and shaking by the time I stop.
TJ is knocked out as I look around the room and find some wire I didn’t need for the TV I bought.
Grabbing it, I tie him up and stand back to ensure he won’t be able to get out of my make-shift cuffs.
Looking around again, I search for my phone but I don’t see it.
Before I can make another move, I hear clapping from the front door and startle.
My head snaps in that direction and I see Count and Rex standing there watching me.
“You about done, Doll?” Rex asks, a smile on his face. “I see you remember the trainin’ you had when we were younger. You did good.”
“Yeah, I’m done,” I tell him, almost sinking to the floor as Rex rushes to my side and holds me up so I don’t fall. “Thank you. I’ll take a seat on the couch for a minute. That was a lot and I’ve already been doing way more than I should have.”
“What could you have possibly done between the time we left here yesterday until today?” Count asks, looking around the room. “Well, I see things in here have been moved around differently and you installed the TV. What else have you done?”
“Um, the dresser might be out in the hallway and I painted the walls in my bedroom last night when I got home. I wanted my bedroom done and so I did it. I’ve had the paint since I first saw the house for that room,” I answer, looking around as more guys continue walking in my house with boxes and bags in their arms.
“What are we doin’ with this piece of shit?” Viper asks when he walks in the house after he gets done laughing. “Which one of you got your hands on him?”
Viper looks between Count and Rex as if they’re the ones who beat the hell out of TJ.
“That would be me,” I respond as he turns his head toward me in shock.
“Fuckin’ hell. Remind me never to piss you the hell off. Looks like you’ve had some kind of trainin’ in the past. Ever think about gettin’ more to really fine tune your skills?” Manic questions me as he walks in my house and kicks TJ on his way past him.
“I’ve been thinking about it. Right now, I just work at home and do what I remember of the routine my brother and someone else gave me when I was younger,” I say avoiding looking at Rex where he stands next to me.
“We had her on a pretty good routine. I’m not surprised you remember it and have been doing it on your own,” Rex says, letting everyone know he’s the one I was talking about.
“Come to Feral Fights. I’d like to see what you know and what you could use improvement on,” Manic says as he heads into the kitchen to drop off the boxes in his hands.
“Thank you. I think I’ll do that,” I say as Count and the rest of the guys head back out for more of my things. “Rex, can you find my phone? I need to call the cops about this. I want TJ back in jail.”
“I’m on it. Do you have any clue where you left it? I’m gonna say the answer is no, but I’ll ask anyway,” he questions me with laughter in his eyes because I notoriously lose my phone on a regular basis.
“Maybe the bedroom. I’m really not sure,” I tell him as he leaves my side and disappears in my home. I hear it ringing after a minute and know he’s calling the phone to find it. Rex is lucky I turned the volume back on after being in the hospital this morning.
He finds it and brings it out to me as the guys unload my stuff from the trucks outside.
Rex doesn’t leave my side as I call Officer Reynolds and tell him about what happened with TJ.
He promises me someone will be right out to pick him up.
Yes, I gave him a head’s up that I beat the shit out of him.
I’m fully prepared to go to jail tonight for assaulting him.
Count calls and orders a ton of pizza, wings, garlic bread, and more so we can all eat while moving my things into the house.
I didn’t realize they planned on staying for dinner, but I’m okay with it.
Maybe not Rex, but I won’t kick him out in front of his club brothers.
Officer Reynolds shows up just as TJ starts to stir on the floor.
He walks in the house and doesn’t even look at me, keeping all of his attention on the asswipe at his feet.
After assuring me I won’t be going to jail for assault despite TJ screaming he wants to press charges, he removes the scum from my home and it’s once again quiet.
We eat and I look around at all the boxes stacked in rooms. I have a lot of work ahead of me to get my home in order, but I’m honestly looking forward to it.
Before TJ moved things around the way he liked and now I don’t have to worry about that.
Rex lets me know he’ll be back the next day to install my security system and I don’t have a choice in the matter because they all want me to stay safe.
TJ’s already proven he doesn’t give a shit about the restraining order so I don’t fight him.
All I want is the rest of my night to be quiet so I can get some more sleep.
Rex and Count already moved my bed and bedroom furniture where I want it so all I have to do is make the bed and I can go to sleep.
I’m more than ready to enjoy my new mattress that’s soft as hell and makes me feel as if I’m laying on a cloud.