Chapter Twenty-Seven Rage
When we arrived at the clubhouse it wasn’t long before Wizard found me.
“I wish you would’ve come to me when you thought you fucked those bitches, but weren’t sure. A lot of this shit could’ve been avoided.”
“Why would it matter, Wiz? Brothers fuck women all the time.”
“Yes, I know, but come here and watch this. I scrolled through to the days you said this shit happened and watch what I found.”
He pulls up the security video from the common room the first night that I got so drunk and ended up in a bed with a club girl.
I watch as Kitty comes over to me, you can already tell that I am drunk by the way I am slouching and just my overall behavior.
She places a drink down in front of me. I remember this where she gave me a drink and told me that I looked like I needed a refill.
I took it, not caring who brought it, but just wanting to keep myself here and away from Rose.
Feeling that I needed to put some distance between us even though my heart called for her and my body ached for her.
After this though, everything goes fuzzy and the memory of the evening is not there.
I sat there and watched as she talked to me, I could tell by my body language I was becoming more and more intoxicated.
So much more than one single drink should have done to me.
It was almost as if I went from buzzing to blackout in one minute.
I then watched as she moved to come sit on my lap.
I began trying to push her away, but my efforts were for not.
Because despite being stronger than her, whatever it was she must have put in my drink appeared to make me sleepy.
I watched as she made it look more and more like I was allowing her to sit in my lap as she rubbed herself on me.
When you would look at it from a brother’s perspective as they walked through the common room, you would think it was a brother getting ready to bring a club whore up to his room.
Prior to this the apartment I had as an officer and council brother had never had a club whore in it, just Rose.
So after this happened I hated everything about what that room turned into.
I got all new furniture after I found out about Mason and Rose being pregnant, trying to remove whatever little bit of soil those bitches put in there.
Not long after when it appeared that no one was coming in and out of the common room, I watched as the other three bitches I used to fuck walked in.
They had one of the newest hang arounds with them.
I don’t even know this ass hole’s fucking name, but he’s been hanging around the club for the past year.
We don’t know if he wanted to become a brother or he just liked the atmosphere.
I don’t even know who gave him the okay to be in the clubhouse on days there were no parties or if these bitches just helped get him in.
He walked up to me as Kitty got off my lap.
He put my arm around his shoulder and hosted me up.
He didn’t look like he was struggling that much, he appeared to be able to do a lot of heavy lifting.
He wasn’t as big as I was, but he was very decent size.
He was a couple inches shorter than I was and had an athletic type build.
So even though he had muscles, he still seemed to have a little bit of difficulty getting me to do what he wanted me to do.
One of the bitches went to the other side of me and they began walking me towards the hallway.
Wizard switched the cameras to the hallway and we were all walking up the stairs.
He gets the camera switched to the officer floor and watches as they use my handprint to access the hallway.
The camera switches again to inside the hallway and we watch as the five of them walk me towards my room.
Using my thumbprint to access and bypass the security code to get into my room.
“Now, there are no cameras inside your room. So we don’t know what happens from then on, but I am going to assume based on the pictures that were taken that you were undressed, placed on the bed and those girls then undressed took photos with you to make it look like you slept with them.
I’m sure the room was also made to look like you had fucked them. All I know is that asshole didn’t leave your room for about a half an hour. So if you had found any used condoms, it might have been him that used them. To me it didn’t look like you’d be capable of fucking anyone,
let alone getting it up for them to use you in that way.”
My gut churns, I know what he is trying to say and the fact that they might have done that to me brings bile up my throat.
I turn and run to the nearest trashcan before I throw up.
Not knowing if they did do something like that, that they even went so far as to remove my clothes, to lie there and take pictures with me.
Memories slam at the wall in my mind and I push everything back down.
Forcing myself to stay present in this moment and not go back to my childhood before Devil, before my Chaos family.
I keep everything locked behind a door in my mind and I will not let them tear it down. Not now. Not ever.
I feel a hand come on my shoulder and I instinctively flinch away.
“Son, we are going to get answers. Those bitches and that asshole are going to pay for what they did to you. We are going to find out exactly what they did to you, so that you are not left questioning what happened. Everyone involved in whatever the hell this is, is going to fucking die.”
I nod my head still trying to compose myself. I walk back over to where my brothers are standing.
“ Does the same thing happen the next time?”
“Yeah, they wait til the coast is clear and then move you. The brothers that were here were so used to you brooding and drinking by yourself that no one thought anything was strange. It was never a party night when this happened.
Whenever there were party nights you would be with a group of people or even have Rose here. The nights that this happened very few brothers were actually around the clubhouse and at those points you were on your downward spiral. It looked normal to everyone. But this guy,
I don’t know how the fuck he was able to get into the clubhouse on nights that there wasn’t a party. Another question you will have to ask bitch one and bitch two down in the Hole.” Wiz says.
“Oh, I’ve got I fucking list of questions that we need to know the answers too. Nyx is waiting for us to be ready to interrogate them. They are in a separate room from that bitch Stacy. The fucking Hole is turning into a fuckin prison for bitches. Can you get an ID on this guy?” Lash asks.
“I already ran it, I think we figured out who Rose’s stalker is all in on swing with this. Unless its a coincidence that this guy just appeared out of fucking no where in the same place Rose did after her being here for years.”
I looked over at Wiz, “What? Who?”
As I remember everything that Abby told me. I’m wondering if she was right, is this the asshole that put his hands on my woman when they were together? Is this that fucking coward?
“I ran his face through my facial recognition program and got the name Travis Walker. He is from Eden Falls, Texas. Where Rose Callahan grew up and her family practically runs the town. I mean not that I’m surprised now that I have all the information on her and her family. But from what I found,
Travis and her used to be an item. And um, Rage, you’re not going to like this but–”
“Yeah, Abby told me. He put his hands on her. He was an abusive fuck, emotionally, verbally, and physically. I fucking know. Can you get a file together for me? I want to know everything you can find records for. I also want to know his fucking address her. Every fucking thing.
I want his phone records, you know the drill. I want to know when he started to communicate with those bitches. I’m going to go down and see if Nyx can get me the answers I need from Tiff until you can get everything prepared.”
“Will do.”
I watch as he picks his laptop up and heads for the stairs.
I know he is heading to his room to use all the computers and shit he has in his cave.
I feel a little bit better knowing that we solved one of the issues we had for Rose.
But I need all the fucking answers and I was not going to stop until I fucking got them and she was safe.
I turn and head out the door, ready to go to The Hole, when Lash grabs my arm.
“Are you sure you want to do this right now? Maybe you should take some time and calm the fuck down.”
“Lash, now is the perfect fucking time. Plus I need fucking answers to what happened in that room. I feel so fucking violated.”
“Rage, you should’ve felt violated even before that shit was found out. You never told me you were so fucking drunk. I know you said you didn’t remember, but I thought, I don’t know what I fucking thought. But you should’ve felt like shit was wrong before this.
If you were so fucking drunk there is no way you could’ve fucking consented to shit with anyone.”
“I know. I didn’t want to think about it like that, okay.”
“Rage, you need–”
I cut him off with a glare before he can even finish the sentence he is about to say. I don’t know what Sophie actually knows about my childhood and I don’t know what she has told him, but she said the Sirens had files on all of us and our pasts.
“I do not need to have a fucking heart to heart with you right now, Lash. I need to get fucking answers. For me and for my fucking family. Now can you fucking understand that? I don’t need a fucking therapy session or for you to dig into shit you don’t need to dig into. Got it.”
I watch as he clenches his jaw and nods his head.
“Let’s fucking go.” I say before I turn and head out the door.
Devil
I watch as my son stalks away towards the carts and the four wheelers that we use to head to the Hole and anywhere around the compound property when we aren’t using our bikes.
The way he is walking and the way he has been behaving since that shit came up on the screen.
I know what that shit means. I know what could have happened in that room and the thought that some bitches could’ve fucking raped my son while he was vulnerable makes me want to rip their fucking throats out.
I know that once we get the answers we need there will be nothing stopping Rage from killing anyone that created this problem for him and Rose.
But that voice deep inside of me, the voice that I try to ignore because I know Caleb and I know he is not going to talk to me about anything in regards to his past.
He never has. I tried the first few years he was with me, but he resisted.
He would shut down whenever I tried to talk to him about the nightmares and everything else that he was feeling.
So I brought him to the Pitt and got him into MMA fighting in our underground fight ring.
He might have been young, but the boy had so much anger and rage.
He needed an outlet. Since everything has happened with meeting Rose, Missy passing away and now this, I’ve started to see his wall slipping.
I saw it in him when he saw Missy lying on the ground in front of the clubhouse, it was what drove him to Rose that night.
I know there is so much more to his story than what the caseworker shared with me, but I could never get him to tell me.
I don’t even know if that caseworker knew anything more.
That boy had been abused by people in his life in so many ways.
You can see it in the way that he talks about his lack of trust in women.
How he felt wrong feeling safe with Rose.
Everything slams into you when you watch your son react the way he did watching those women and that fucking asshole drag him into his room.
What kills me is that those bitches were given an opportunity to do that because he was already spiralling.
I should’ve forced him to go to therapy. I should’ve been a better man for my son, but I didn’t know what the fuck to do and now we are seeing the fallout of me not getting him the help he needs. I just hope that he doesn’t hate me for that.
“Let’s go.” I hear Lash say.
I look at the rest of the brothers in this room and we all walk to hop on to a vehicle towards the answers I am fucking dreading.