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SAM
After Clink left to go back to work, Tyson and the girls stayed with me. I hated just how needy I felt, and how much it hurt when Clink walked away. He had things he needed to do, and I couldn’t blame him for that. It was just hard after everything that happened.
My memory came back slowly. I kind of wished I didn’t remember it, and I woke up twice last night crying from the nightmares. Tyson mentioned getting me some therapy and even though I had a terrible experience with it before, I was willing to try. The one he had in mind was a friend of his, and someone I was familiar with from the NA meetings. She was even willing to come to me, since I was a little freaked out about leaving the clubhouse right now.
I spent most of the afternoon in my room, but when it got close to dinner, I let Riley convince me to come downstairs for a little while. Tyson made dinner, which shocked Riley, Quinn, and Allie because none of their guys cooked. When I mentioned Clink cooking me breakfast, they all looked a little shell shocked. He’d never told them before and I didn’t feel bad outing him because there was no way he was going to never cook for me again. They’d see it eventually.
We were just getting comfortable on the couches with homemade quesadillas when the last person I expected walked through the door to the club. Chrissie looked jumpy and anxious, her eyes darting around. When they landed on me, her spine stiffened and she made a beeline for the stairs.
“Hey! What are you doing here?”
Riley rolled her eyes. “There went the hope that she’d never come back.”
I turned my head sharply to face her. “You don’t understand. She was feeding information to Hammer. She was the reason he knew about me.”
Riley and Quinn shot me horrified looks, but it was Allie who launched to her feet, storming upstairs. Luckily, Chase overheard me and went after her. We heard a scuffle, and I clutched Quinn’s hand nervously, but Allie didn’t look hurt when she came back downstairs. She had a gun, which I didn't know she owned, pressed against Chrissie’s head and Chase had Chrissie’s arms held behind her back.
“Just wait until the guys hear about this. You’ll be strapped into a seat right next to Hammer. You know the shit they do to people who cross them?” Allie snarled.
Frowning, I cast a look at Riley. “What is she talking about?”
Riley grimaced. “Well… I don’t know how much you’ve heard about the guys’ reputation, and I’ve never seen them deal with it myself, but…” She trailed off, leaving it to my imagination to figure out what Allie was talking about. My mouth fell open and my gaze darted to Chrissie. She was a bitch, and I knew I was in that house because of her, but I didn’t want her getting tortured for it.
“N-No! I thought you’d kick her out, not hurt her!”
Chase grimaced. “That’s not how it works around here. She gave information to Hammer. She deals with the consequences of it.”
He said that, but even he looked uncomfortable with the idea of torturing a woman. I leapt to my feet, pushing him and Allie away from Chrissie.
“She’s a bitch, yes, and she did some really messed up stuff, but she also saved me.”
Riley came closer, her brows drawn down. “What are you talking about?”
I kept myself between Chrissie and the rest of them. It was dangerous, she might have a weapon or something, but I couldn’t just let them torture her. It wasn’t right.
“Hammer was going to rape me. She drew his attention away and let him fuck her instead. I can’t let you hurt her.”
She sucked in a breath behind me, and when I reached back, she took my hand, squeezing it tightly. I wasn’t going to tell them that the only reason she did it was because he was hurting her. It was irrelevant. She still kept him away from me.
Quinn looked uncertain, and Riley was frowning. Even Allie looked like she was wavering. I shot a desperate look at Chase.
“She can leave right now and no one will know she was here. No one will even know she was involved. Just let her go. Please.”
His eyes flicked between each of us before he grimaced. “I’d need to run it by Prez…” My shoulders slumped because I knew once Croy found out about Chrissie’s involvement, he’d never let her leave, but Chase continued before I could argue. “But I suppose if the First Lady agrees, it’s sort of the same thing. She’d be able to convince him eventually.” He raised his eyebrows at Riley.
Spinning around, I pleaded with her. “Please, Riley. Let her go.”
She sighed, scrubbing her hands over her face. When she looked at Chrissie, I saw Chrissie’s spine straighten, her chin going up. Still acting tough even though she knew what would happen if Riley said no. Her hands were clammy and she still gripped mine, giving her away, but I didn’t mention it. She kept her mouth shut, though, which was a step in the right direction.
Riley pointed at her. “You agree that you’ll never come back? Not just to the clubhouse, but the whole town. You’ll stay the hell away from the crew, even the charters, and if we find out you’re giving information away again, it’ll be even worse for you. Agreed?”
Chrissie’s jaw tightened as she nodded. “Agreed.”
Huffing out a sharp breath, Riley crossed her arms with a scowl. “Then get the hell out. I’m telling Croy what you did eventually. You better be several states over when I do.”
She spun, heading straight towards the front door, but came up short, spinning around to face me again.
“Thank you. And… I’m sorry. For my part in it.”
