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“Trust me, she isn’t going anywhere, and the only thing you are doing is helping to drive your mental health into the bucket. Go home, get some sleep. The other lady is here and will sit with Ms. Gorman until you come back.” I look toward the door and see Crowne and Tina there. Tina is in a wheelchair, her face is black and blue, with shades of green. She has a cast on her arm and her leg and the one hand is in a brace with large screws holding her fingers in place.

“Paul, go home. I will call you if anything happens. I promise,” Crowne states, pushing Tina into the room. Looking at Jessikah, and placing my head in my hand, before I stand up and make my way to the door.

Stopping in front of Tina and Crowne, I bend down to Tina’s level and tell her “I will make sure you are protected for the rest of your life.”

She nods her head and then states, “Brownie said the same thing.” One side of her mouth lifts.

Tina doesn’t understand how important she just became to not only me, but to the entire Royal Bastard MC: Northern Ontario Chapter. This woman stayed by Jessikah’s side and they fought together to overcome such a horrific ordeal.

Standing up, and continuing out of the room, then out of the hospital to my bike. Throwing my leg over my beautiful chrome girl and lowering until my ass until it hits the leather seat.

“Why? Why her?” I ask the graying skies, as the clouds roll slowly overhead. A storm brewing outside as heavy as the one waging war inside my head. If I had paid attention to my surroundings, Jessikah would be safe, and Tina wouldn’t look like she went twelve rounds with the heavyweight champion of the world in both boxing and MMA.

Starting up my engine, I head home. A shower and maybe some sleep before I come back in the morning. I need to make sure I am the first person she sees when she wakes up.

Chapter Sixteen

Jessikah

The first strike of his fist against my already bruised skin sends a blast of pain through my cheek and eye. I don’t beg, because if I do it makes the assault worse. It’s like he gets off on the pleasure of hearing me asking him to stop, begging him to leave me alone.

Tina screams somewhere in the background, and her begging makes my body tense as he slams himself inside of me.

“Stop! Leave!” I can hear the words, but I know it’s not me saying them. I look over my shoulder and see a masked figure slamming a baton into my attacker’s head. His words and pleases bring pleasure to me. Now he has the same feeling I do. No more begging, just pain.

The mask comes off the vigilante, and the eyes staring back at me are bright red, his teeth sharp points with chunks of flesh hanging from them. The smile on his lips, a sinister look at what evil lurks in the world.

“Thank you,” I start, the demon shaking his head, nodding for me to look down. As my head drops, the person who was assaulting me morphs from my ex-husband to Paul. His severed head hanging to the left as his spine hangs to the right.

“Paul!” I scream, thrashing at the binding that is holding me to the weight bench.

The beeping of machines brings me out of the nightmare. The sounds around me helping me to focus, but my eyes are so heavy they remain closed.

“Mr. Gallant, do you have any other information on what happened at the residence. This is a police matter, and no matter what you think happened, the perpetrators must be prosecuted,” a high pitched, nasally voice states.

“Officer, as much as I appreciate the words coming out of your mouth, it was the justice system that failed Jessikah. When you were supposed to warn her that her ex-husband was released, you didn’t. You left her hanging in the wind,” Paul states.

“Gallant, we know it was the RBMC. Just admit it,” the high pitch voice demands along with something slamming hard on a surface in front of me. My body reacts, but I don’t feel movement anywhere. Am I paralyzed?

“Plead the fifth. If you’ll excuse me, I have to continue reading from the story that I was reading to Jessikah. You know the female who was brutally raped, assaulted and beaten to near death. The one the justice system was supposed to protect,” Paul states.

The room falls silent, then the tapping of heels can be heard.

“Officers, I told you my patient wasn’t up for an interrogation. You know she is still in medically induced coma. Now is not the time nor the place for this,” the doctor’s voice states.

“We were talking to Mr. Gallant…” the officer states, being cut off by the doctor.

“Then you ask him to go to the station at a time when he isn’t standing vigilant beside this woman. From what I know, the animals that did this to not only Ms. Gorman, but Mrs. Wellman as well deserve whatever they got,” the doctor states.

“That’s not your call,” the officers voice gets higher.

“No, you don’t understand. If that was my daughters, nothing and I mean nothing would stop me from burning everything to the ground. That means everyone involved. When you have kids, then please feel free to tell me I am wrong,” the doctor states.

“Then we would do our job and arrest you, too,” the officer states.

“Then I would rock the jumpsuit, knowing the men that were responsible for every ounce of pain my daughter or any female went through at the hands of those monsters. And I would do it knowing they are safe. Now leave my floor,” the doctor demands.

My heart starts to race. “Doc, what the hell is happening?” Paul demands.

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