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I held her back by her upper arms as she blinked up at me with a hurt look on her face. She looked like I'd kicked her fucking dog. It wasn't until I had her set away from me that I recognized the club girl. Out of all the girls I allowed to hang around the club so my members wouldn't mutiny on me, she was the one I couldn't stand the most. She was pushy and bitchy, lording it over everyone that she was the fuckin' queen bee of the club girls. I had no clue where she had come up with that idea, but I usually ignored the drama, choosing to stay far away from it. I never wanted one of the women. Just the idea of having one of them touch me sent a wave of revulsion through me.
This one, though, she'd been trying to get herself a title of old lady since the moment she strolled through the doors. When she wasn't attached to Barrel's cock, she was trying to climb mine. It didn't matter how many times I told her to fuck off; she didn't want to take no for an answer. I was guessing her dreams of old lady would only be satisfied with being the head bitch. Too bad for her, only one woman had ever come close, and I wasn't ready to admit it yet, even to myself.
Her face was a mess, with makeup smeared all over her, so it took a second to notice the black eye and split lip. I frowned. "What happened to you?"
Her lips curved up at my words, seemingly pleased that she finally got a piece of my attention. She tried to push her way back up against my chest, but I held her away from me with a firm hold on her shoulders. Her pleased smile quickly turned into a scowl. Before I could blink, she burst into tears again. I shook my head. The woman was mercurial as fuck.
"What the fuck?" Barrel walked up next to me, staring at the chick he'd been banging off and on for the better part of two years. "What happened to Daisy?"
At his words, the girl, apparently named Daisy, tore away from my hold and flung herself into his arms. Relieved I was no longer the one dealing with her, I stepped back, crossed my arms over my chest, and waited for an explanation.
"Barrel! Some guy beat me up! He tried to r-rape me!" It was hard to understand her through her increasingly annoying sobbing, but her following words had ice running down my spine. "The g-guy said that it w-was a message. They want the redhead delivered to them, or they would hurt someone else."
As I stood there with my mask in place, not letting anyone see the icy fury raging through my blood, I saw her peek at me from under her lashes. She was looking for something. A reaction, maybe, but she definitely wanted something. Her words were going to get something, alright, but it wasn't what she was hoping for.
"How did you get away?" My cold tone had everyone turning from her to look at me.
She leaned back from Barrel to look up at me, seemingly confused. "What d-do you mean?"
I waved a hand in her direction, indicating her body. "You have a black eye and a split lip. You say he tried to rape you. How did you get away?"
"Prez," someone hissed at me, but I ignored them. I was smelling bullshit, and we weren't anywhere near a farm.
"No, I want to hear this. We need to know what happened. In detail." I looked around the gathered crowd of patched members and club girls before returning my gaze to Daisy, who was back to scowling at me. "Your clothes aren't torn or dirty. I don't see any bruises anywhere else. What. Happened?"
All I could picture in my mind was a replay of the night I had been staking out Sally's motel room as I usually did when she wasn't at work. Hearing her frantic cries of pain coming from the nearby alley scared me more than I had ever been in my life. I could still see her lying there in the filthy alley, bruised and bloody, her clothing torn, and the fucker preparing to violate her in the worst way a woman could be. If Daisy had been attacked, why wasn't she a mess, and why was she even standing here at all?
"How did you get away from your attacker, Daisy?" My voice had sunk into the menacing tone I usually used when I was in the middle of torturing a man for information. I watched her swallow hard and then look around at the gathered faces, looking for someone to help her out. "Look at me!" I barked, making her jump. "Tell me, now."
"I d-don't know! He jumped out of nowhere and started punching me. He said they want the scarred bitch, and they would leave the rest of us alone." She pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. "I think we should hand her over. She's not even one of us. Why should the rest of us be threatened and hurt when we could just give her to them? Who fucking cares?" She jutted her chin out defiantly, and it took all my willpower not to hit a woman for the first time in my life.
I turned to look at Barrel, but he was already stepping away from her, shaking his head in disgust. Daisy turned to look where I was and immediately dropped her arms, her eyes tearing up again as she reached for him. It was his turn to cross his arms as he glared at her.
"Barrel…”
"No," he spit out at her. "Fuck no. What the fuck Daze? You're working with the Boogeymen?"
Her mouth dropped open in shock before swallowing several times. Her eyes ran back and forth over the faces that had gone from understanding to pissed at her words. What she didn't seem to understand was that everyone liked Sally. Since she had started working at the bar months ago, she had been nothing but sweet to everyone. There wasn't a single person other than Daisy who disliked the girl.
"No! I swear it! I would never!" She wrapped her arms around her middle, and the tears that came to her eyes, I was sure, were finally real. "I swear, I'm not lying. I don't like the girl; we all know that, and I shouldn't have said what I did. But I swear, I'm not lying. I wouldn't work with the Boogeymen." She looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Please, believe me, President?"
I still had my doubts, but she seemed sincere. And for once in her fuckin' life, she was acting respectful. I shook my head and turned to leave. "Clean her up, get the full story. And watch her. If I find out she's lying, I won't send her back to the enemy; I'll feed her to Zero piece by piece." After barking out my orders to no one in particular, I strode from the room, needing to escape the clubhouse and all the bullshit.
As soon as I got to my bike parked out the back door, I hopped on and revved the engine, not waiting around for anyone who might have something to say. I had no patience for traitors, and it didn't matter if they had a cock or a cunt. I would make them bleed on the end of my knife. I wasn't called Bones because of my tattoos. It had been too long since I'd flayed a man open with my blade.
The corner of my mouth tipped up in an expression I had forgotten I was capable of making as I turned up the long drive to my secluded cabin away from the club. Sally still had my favorite knife. I knew she kept it under her pillow every night, and since she had started spending more time in the living room, she slid it under the couch, within easy reach during the day. It obviously made her feel safer with it near. As long as I was alive, I would make sure she kept it on her at all times when I wasn't around.
ChapterEighteen
SALLY
Iwaved at Emily from the doorway as she walked out to her car before closing and locking the bolt securely. It had been four weeks since the attack, and though I was grateful for all the help and the company over those weeks, I was starting to get cabin fever.
I twisted my torso back and forth, then bent over from side to side. The pain was mostly gone, with only a twinge every now and then if I moved too quickly. It was time to leave. I had been relying on the club president's charity long enough.
His attitude towards me seemed to have thawed over the last couple of weeks. I figured being in close proximity with someone had a way of doing that. I could only be glad that he had; the alternative could have been a nightmare. If he had ended up getting pissed about me taking up so much of his space instead, I probably would have found a way out long ago, even if I had to crawl.
He had surprised me. He didn't seem to mind me being in his small home, which really went against the nature he projected. But he never went as far as he had the first night he brought me to his cabin. He didn't try to undress me, and when I needed my ribs rewrapped, he allowed me to hold my shirt up out of the way, keeping myself covered. I still caught the erection he couldn't hide, but I figured that was simply a reaction to being so close to a woman's body.
