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I nodded.
“I sent Landon to the drug store. Take this.” She opened a Plan B box and removed the pills.
“I’m on birth control.”
“It’s just to make sure. Do you want to report this?” The compassion in her eyes made me feel like a victim. I wasn’t. I’d done this to myself. I had agreed to be a club girl in order to provide for my child. I wasn’t a fucking victim.
“No. I’m fine.” I looked around the living room. Landon was sitting in the recliner, his arms crossed over his chest and a murderous stare on his face. He worked in IT but could’ve been a biker—a quiet biker—but he wasn’t. “What time is it? Rockson will be up early and excited for Easter. I won’t let this ruin his day.”
“It’s seven twenty,” Lydia replied.
“Can you help me into the shower?” I felt like I’d been plowed down by a train. I ached everywhere, but I was sure I had no broken bones.
“Of course, honey.” Lydia had the bedside manner of a nurse, but she had never mentioned being one.
When Mona had found a lump in her breast several years ago, she’d reached out to Lydia, fearing she’d die. Now, the sisters were close, and it was hard to imagine they’d been estranged for over a decade. Mona’s breast cancer had brought them back together, and Rockson and I benefited immensely from their reunion. Lydia and Landon had become like family to us.
Moments later, I stood under the dinky showerhead with low pressure, so despite the water being hot, there wasn’t enough of it to cascade on me and surround my body in warmth.
I shivered as I assessed my condition. My pussy was swollen and raw. Same for my ass.Those fuckers. Fucking Vegas had gone too far, drugging me and letting the club do whatever they wanted to me. And what about Tomcat? I was sure just watching.
How could I allow myself to be in this situation? Nobody cared about me now or when I’d cried during sex in the beginning with the members. Not once had I refused or said no. I’d been stupidly determined to provide for my son in any way possible.
Rockson needed a safe place to live.
Pfft. The Hell’s Bells MC’s clubhouse was the furthest thing from safe for me. But my son had been protected and doted on. So I’d persevered and made the best out of my situation.
Maybe it was time to do something to change it. I could pack up my car, take what little cash I had, and move somewhere else.
The car belongs to Vegas. He only lets you use it.
Fuck!
“Mommy? I’m awake! It’s Easter; hurry up!”
I covered my mouth to hold back a sob.
“Let’s make Easter pancakes, honey,” Lydia told him. “We’ll surprise your mommy, okay?”God bless Lydia.
“Okay! Take your time, Mommy. Lydia and I are making a surprise for you.” He giggled on his way out.
I let my tears fall while I washed my hair and body. Sniveled as I dried off and put on a pretty dress I’d bought at the thrift store for the occasion.
The Bells wouldn’t break me. I’d go to the egg hunt with my chin up and a you-didn’t-break-me smile. I’d fucking be with Tomcat, be with whomever I wanted. If Vegas didn’t like it, tough shit. He’d have to kill me.
Rockson’s innocent face flashed in my head. I couldn’t die and let Vegas raise him as his own. How in the fuck could I get out of this shitshow of a life?
I fucking hated Rocky Jones for leaving me. He was why my hands were tied, and why my son was without a father.
Then again, many children grew up without a dad. Blaming Rocky only kept me at the mercy of Vegas and the club. I’d grown complacent… resolved that nothing would ever change. How stupid could I be?
It was up to me to rescue my son and get us out of Scornrock.
Only I could change our lives. There was no one else to help us… only me.
19
Rocky (RJ)
