Page 32 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucy
I take Tracie’s hand helping her up from the floor. “We need to go find Jordan. Now.” She doesn’t answer me. “Trace, he needs to know everything. Now that Viper is back you can’t live with this secret.”
“I don’t know if I can tell them.” Her eyes hold fear as her unusually weak voice whispers out the words.
“You can. You are strong. I have always looked up to you because of that. I’ll be there for you.” I squeeze her hand trying to reassure her before I open the bathroom door.
We walk down the hallway and into the now empty common room.Where the hell did everyone go?I see Danny sitting at the bar and walk up to him. “Hey where is everyone?”
“They’re all in church. With Viper just getting back they need to catch him up on everything, said it’s probably gonna be all night.” He takes another swig of his beer.
Church is a meeting that only brothers participate in so that’s why Danny is out here. Tracie and I can’t interrupt that, or we would be in deep shit. Goddamn church. I shake my head, laughing to myself. Never thought I’d think that coming from where I did.
“Let’s go hang out in your room ‘til the boys are out.” I loop my arm through Tracie’s as we make our way to her room.
We talk a bit as we lay there neither of us bringing up Viper again. We try to avoid the subject as much as possible. I have never seen Tracie the way she has been today. Usually she is so vibrant and in your face, all day she has been withdrawn and silent.
I think back to the day I saw Andrew and I know how she is feeling. Facing your demons isn’t easy when no one knows what haunts your dreams.
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I wake up with an intense need to pee. Tracie is draped around me in a way that is completely uncomfortable when I’m conscious. I peel her arm off me before quietly getting out of the bed. Stretching I look at the clock on the end table, it’s three am. Jesus, I hope they’re out of church by now.
I decide to head to the bathroom then go find Jordan. If they are still in church maybe I’ll just wait for him. Tracie and I are best friends, but I can’t knowingly go back there and be the little spoon. I laugh as I close her door and see her clutching onto the pillow like it’s a body, the girl is definitely a cuddler. I pad down the hallway doing a penguin walk trying to get to the damn bathroom.
Once I’m done, I try to fix the crazy mess that is my hair. I mean I swear when you go to sleep it is like little elves come in and have an orgy on your head. I don’t even know how it could even get this bad. Once it looks acceptable and not like I just got banged seven ways from Sunday I open the door, but I stop dead in my tracks. Viper.
“You disappeared just when things were getting fun earlier.” His voice is deep and menacing as his eyes graze over my body. Even though I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt I feel naked.
“Maybe that was fun for you, but it wasn’t for me. I’m with Jordan and you know that. There are rules.” I try to walk past him but he braces his arm against the doorframe, blocking my way.
“Yeah, well I don’t give a fuck about the rules.” He takes a step forward. “I did four fucking years in the hole for this club. If I want some pussy I’m gonna have it, I don’t care what brother claimed it. This club owes me and I am choosing you to repay that debt.”
My eyes dart around the tiny bathroom. I’m stuck. There is nowhere to go. Nothing I can grab to protect myself. I’m defenseless. As I start to sweat realizing my predicament, I can feel my heart ready to burst through my chest. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
“Or what? I like it when they fight princess. I have been dreaming of pussy and all the things I want to do for a long time. We are gonna have some fun.” He goes to grab for me and I smack him across the face. His face twists in anger. “You little bitch.” He returns my strike with ten times the force.
I fall to the floor from the power of the strike. Instinctively I curl into a ball, my past experiences readying me for another blow. I feel my shirt rip from my body and I tremble in fear. I can feel him looming over me, his promise of torture hanging between us.
“What the fuck?” Jordan’s voice bellows from behind us. Thank God.
I look up at him. His eyes focus in on my face which I’m sure is already swollen and red from Viper’s blow. Shock and anger flash as he takes me in.
“You piece of shit.” Jordan doesn’t bother to ask anymore more questions. He grabs Viper by the long ponytail that hangs and yanks him out of the small room. At first, they are a ball of twisting bodies on the floor, before Jordan gets the upper hand. He is on top of Viper repeatedly punching him in the face, relentlessly plowing into him.
I can hear the crushing of bones.
I should feel bad.
I should feel empathy for a human in pain.
I don’t.
I hear shouting before I see the brothers pulling Jordan off him. Curses and “what the fucks” are being thrown around. That’s when Twisted looks into the bathroom and sees me crouched on the floor. I try to cover myself crossing my arms over my chest since I’m only wearing a bra. “Shit,” is all he says as he looks at me. “Pres.”
Shooter appears in the doorway. “Lucy?” He walks in offering me his hand. “You a part of this?”
