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Fuck that shit. I’d be there packin’ with R.J. I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to and there wasn’t anything in this world except bullets that were stopping either of us from rescuing Rae. I could sense her emotions all over the place. She was freaking me out – fear, pain, sadness, pity, frustration. I struggled to think clearly.
The next few minutes past in a blur. R.J. and I arrived at the warehouse after texting for back up. Guns drawn and expecting a fight we sauntered up to the building prepared for anything. The doors were wide open as I stepped inside, taking in the Outlaw members and their locations as well as their weapons in a matter of seconds.
I stood in fury, blade in one hand and gun in the other, ready to maim, fight, and kill for Rae’s safe release. I negotiated the meeting with Bryce via text as R.J. drove here but I suspected a trap. This shit never went down the way you thought. One wrong move and something could happen to Rae. As much as I wanted to unleash my fury on every man in this warehouse, I stood calmly, cool and detached, waiting to see her.
Nothing on this earth could have prepared me for the way she looked once I saw her tear stained and blood-streaked face. As my gaze swept over her from head to toe, I knew at that moment that someone, possibly more than one someone, had hurt my baby.
Upon closer inspection I saw the fresh hickey on her breast and the ripped bra, the bloody handprints and smears, the way her jeans seemed yanked up her body, not quite fitting her the way they usually did and inside I died.
They raped her.
Oh, God. I think I was going to fucking lose my shit right here.
With a roar, I crouched, prepared to attack and kill every motherfucker here. I might have snapped if not for the look in Bryce’s eyes. He seemed to be pleading with me, a small shake of his head that no one else noticed but me.
What the fuck?
Frantic, I tried to catch Rae’s gaze but she wouldn’t look at me. I knew if she couldn’t glance my way or bring her eyes to meet mine that it was bad. Far worse than I could imagine. Just a few nights ago we had sex for the first time. She was still innocent, and I knew the pain and trauma would be unbearable.
The weight of the truth pushed down on my chest, and I couldn’t draw a deep enough breath into my lungs. She needed me, I couldn’t pass out like some pussy ass weakling. My baby was hurt and broken and she wasn’t going to be alright without my help.
Taking another shallow breath, I growled out my next words, “Let her go.”
Bryce kept his hand on her upper arm and sneered, a show of bravado that surprised me, “In a moment. We have a few things to discuss.”
“No!” I roared, “Rae is not negotiable.”
“Stand down Edge,” Rafe’s voice behind me was both a shock and a rude awakening.
Frozen with sudden fury, I knew this entire incident was a setup.
I’d been left out of the loop on purpose, but the knowledge didn’t sink in until that precise moment. Watching Rafe walk up to Striker and shake hands like old acquaintances was a bitter pill to swallow. Our rival MCs were not friendly by any means and now this shit? Since when did Rafe have anything to do with Satan’s Outlaws?
Recovering from the surprised I decided enough was enough. Anyone who got in my way was going down, but I was taking my girl and we were leaving, as fast as possible.
I moved forward before anyone could react and darted straight for Rae.
“Stop, or I’ll kill her. Right here, and you’ll have to watch.”
It wasn’t Striker, Bryce or the others. Rafe’s cold voice halted my steps.
I paused but didn’t drop my weapons or meet his gaze. If I died this day it would be for my girl, and I’d never regret it. Exhaling I replied in a detached voice, “Shoot me or let me go. I’m taking Rae or dying with her, but s
he doesn’t stay here another moment.”
“You have two choices Edge. Stay and die, both of you. Or take her and leave . . . but if you do, your ass belongs to me and the club.”
Out of the corner of my eye I saw R.J. shake his head furiously. Sensing his anger and fear mixed with determination I knew the choice I had to make and I did so, fast, without hesitation. My voice was low but firm, “I’m in.”
Striker nodded to Bryce as he let go of Rae and she ran into my arms as I caught her, holding her close and tight but no way would I loosen my grip.
“Go. I expect you at Church on Friday.”
I nodded, my voice too choked up to reply.
R.J. and I left the warehouse, walking fast until we reached my Nova.
Freaking the fuck out and trying not to panic, I held Rae in my arms in the backseat, tears slipping down my cheeks as her slender arms wrapped around my neck, desperate to end her nightmare. I tried several times to speak but I couldn’t, the lump in my throat blocking any attempt to form words. For the first time since I met Rae, I broke down, crying as hard as she was, both of us clutching the other tight enough to leave bruises.
