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Rebel blinks and takes a good look at me before she shakes her head, sighing. “Just be glad I’m a damn good lawyer, the owner of the bar had video footage, and the bartender was there. They heard what was being said. They talked to the senator’s grandson and his friends. Told them that they’d make their lives hell if they pressed charges. So, you’re free and clear.”
“Well, thank fuck for that,” I mutter. I shouldn’t be surprised. The bartender had been a cool dude and probably wanted to do exactly what I did.
Rebel motions to the officer standing off to the side. “We’re going to the clubhouse, and you’re riding with us,” she tells me.
“I gotta go get my bike.” There’s no way in hell I’m leaving that behind.
“We already got it,” Rogue grumbles. “Prez has called church, and we’re heading there. He’s waiting for us to get there.”
Well, fuck. Guess I’m not going to get to sleep like I want or a shower.
More like I’m about to get my ass chewed by my Prez and VP.
CHAPTER6
HONOR
Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital, I park in my usual spot in the employee lot by a light pole. It’s something I’ve done since working here. I know it’s not exactly the safest, but it makes me feel somewhat secure when I have to come in like tonight.
I managed to get all of three full solid hours of sleep after getting the call about needing to come in. I should have said I couldn’t do it, but I didn’t. I figure working and being busy at the ER will help me keep my head straight.Now, I kind of want to go back home and go back to bed.
I get out and round the back of my car, watching the dark night around me—one thing I hate about daylight savings time. When we go forward an hour, we lose an hour of daylight. I wouldn’t say I’m scared of the dark, but that doesn’t mean I’m not leery of it. I prefer the light of day. The sunshine beaming down on me.
Shoot, I even love it when it rains during the day. I sometimes still go outside when it’s summer and there’s rain to dance in it. It’s something I used to do as a little girl with my mom. Dad used to stand on the porch and watch us with Gunner at his side. Mom would sing a song she made up called “Dancing in the Rain” but would sometimes play Clint Black’s song “Like the Rain”.
I open the passenger door and bend to gather my bags together. Everything’s somewhat of a mess in the seat because all I did was throw everything into it. I put my kit in the bag and grab my lunch for later along with my snacks. My sugar levels were a little off when I got up a bit ago, and I only hope that it fixes itself. I ate something before leaving the house, so I should be good.
I go to straighten and pull my bag off the seat when suddenly I’m snagged by the waist and a hand covers my mouth, keeping me from screaming. Everything happens so fast, it feels like it’s a blur.
“Get her in the car,” a man’s voice commands, and the one holding me scuffles me over to it. I try to fight him, even kick him and head-butt him, to no avail.
I’m thrown in the back of a car, and another man is there, blindfolding me, taping my mouth shut, and taping my hands and feet together.
Panic starts to sink in, and I wish more than anything I’d remembered to text Delaney when I parked my car. Normally, I wait until I get inside, but she’s always on me to text her when I first get there. Usually, I’m in a rush to get inside, it’s why I wait. Then sometimes, it ends up being later because I get pulled into helping the other nurses. Those times are not the funnest, and all of us blame it on the moon when it’s full. That or someone’s cursed the day by saying something about it not being that busy.
“Now that we have her, what do we do with her?” one of the men asks, sounding strung out.
“We’re gonna take her to the shack. Toy with her. Teach those bastards a lesson. Especially that bitch sister of ours. Then after, we’ll give her back, but what state we do that in depends on how much fun we have decided to have with her.”
Who are they talking about? What does he mean toy with me? Teach those bastards a lesson? Do they mean the club? But who’s the bitch sister? My heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest with how rapidly it’s beating.
“Fuck yeah.” Another guy snorts. “She’s a hot little number. I can’t wait to see what she looks like without the clothes.
“I bet she got nothing but smooth skin and tight holes.” The first guy laughs.
I cringe as they touch me and continue talking. Bile threatens to choke me, and my heart continues to race in my chest. I don’t know what they’re going to do to me, but with what they said it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. However, a part of me feels what they might do to me will be much, much worse and in no way, shape, or form be good.
* * *
We don’t drive for too long before we turn down a very bumpy road that feels like it’s going to jar my bones with how fast they go down it. A part of me wants to know how they don’t mess up the suspension on the car. I might not know a lot about vehicles, but Gunner taught me a thing or two, and so did Glacier.
The car comes to a hard stop, and a moment later, my body is yanked out. I try to scream when they throw me over a shoulder, but it’s useless with the tape over my mouth.
“Knock it off,” the one carrying me snarls, slapping my ass hard enough I scream at the pain of it.
He goes up a few steps and through a creaky doorway. A moment later, I’m thrown backward onto what I can only assume is a mattress. With the blindfold on, I can’t see anything, and they made sure it was on tight enough it doesn’t move.
“So, what now? Have fun or something else?” the first guy asks.
