Page 43 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jordan
I pace the common room of the clubhouse as Doc is working on Lucy. I fought him to stay in there until Pres ordered me out. Doc asked Tracie to stay and give him a hand, but he wanted all the boys out of the room.
The brothers had cleared out the kitchen making it so Doc could use the island as a table. Everything was set up by the time we got there. Lucy gripped my hand and it killed me to leave her. If Pres wasn’t the one to send me out, I’d still be in there no matter what anyone said. Sometimes I hate club politics. I should be in there with her.
Twisted walks into the room and heads straight for me. “We found the uncle and her old man. They are in the garage.”
I decide to pay the two bastards a visit, at least it will give me something to do. When I walk into the garage, it’s dimly lit—a few lamps as the only light source. Her uncle and father are tied to poles on separate sides of the garage. It gives me a sick sense of pleasure knowing that we have them here. That they will suffer at our hands the way they made her suffer at theirs. My hands clench with a need to strangle the life out of them right here and now, but that would be too easy of an escape for them.
Her father is slumped to the side, but her uncle is awake. Not only that, but the bastard smiles at me as I walk into the room. This takes me by surprise, he has to know at this point that he is fucked. We are going to kill him, in the worst way possible.
I walk closer to him, Twisted on my heels, no doubt to intervene if needed. He is probably worried I will decide to end the fucker right here and now, before any fun can be had. All of the boys have expressed their interest at wanting a shot at him. “I had a feeling you might come to collect the trash, biker.”
My blood boils. I kick the fucker right in the jaw. “I'll sleep tonight knowing what I did to you, you'll die tonight for what you did to her.”
I walk away before I lose my shit and rob the boys of their fun. As I close the door, I can hear a sick laugh sounding from behind me. A chill runs through me as I think about the fact that he had my girl at his disposal. I need to be there when Doc gets done. I need to know what he did to her.
It’s been almost two hours and I’m about to tear shit apart. What the fuck could they be doing in there? I finally see Doc come out and I race over toward him. The look on his face has me sick and not wanting the information as much as I need to know it.
“Let’s go sit down.” He walks over to one of the tables in the common room. I sit down with him and the brothers have now gathered around too. They have been as out of their minds as I have. They all saw her when I brought her in, that and the amount of time Doc spent with her tells us that shit ain’t good. “First, let me say that I think Danny should make it. He lost a lot of blood. If he would have been found much later he would have been a goner. It’s lucky you called someone to come check when you did.”
I breathe one sigh of relief knowing that we didn’t lose him. We all keep our eyes trained on Doc. We know that Lucy’s story will not be as easy to hear.
“I don’t even know where to start. That poor girl has been through a special kind of hell.” His hands scrub his face as mine grip the edge of the table. “To start with she has a broken wrist, three broken ribs, and I believe a concussion but without the proper equipment I can’t confirm that. She has a large area of skin missing from her hip, which Tracie informed me, was where her tattoo was once. The cut is deep enough that it will take a long time for the skin to finally reform, when it does, it will no longer have the tattoo on it. On her side under her arm she has a large burn from what I can tell was made by a cattle iron. Her lips had been sealed shut, my best guess is with some sort of super glue. I was able to separate them using a solvent but they are ripped and torn from the strain they incurred while sealed. She is covered in multiple other cuts, some needing stitches, others just bandaged.” He stops talking tears falling from his eyes.
I cover my face with my hands as I shake my head in disbelief. The murmurs from the brothers that surround me are almost deafening.
Doc clears his throat. I look up at him, his old eyes tired and red-rimmed. “That, unfortunately isn’t the worst.” My hands drop to the table the bang echoing through the large room. I know what is coming next. It’s what I’ve been dreading to hear. What I had been praying hadn’t happened. “She was raped. I can’t tell how many times. I can tell you it was brutal, and it was from both entrances. Her body is torn from almost one point to the other. I had to sedate her just to be able to give her stitches. When I went to examine her, she became wild. She tried to swing at Tracie and me. It was as if she didn’t recognize us. Right now she is under heavy sedation and I would advise keeping her that way for a day or so. You need to give her body time to heal itself. Her mind will be an entirely different story.”
He clears his throat. “There is one other thing. It appears that she had been pregnant.”
I stop breathing. My blood runs cold. No.
“She miscarried as I was treating her. I’m so sorry for your loss, Jordan.”
Doc stands up. “I will be back to check on her in the morning. You can move her to a bed. I have showed Tracie how to administer the sedative and given her a time schedule for it.” His hand touches my shoulder. “I am so sorry this happened to her.”
No one speaks. No one moves. It’s like we are all frozen in time. Hearing what happened to her. What that monster did to her. My emotions are all over the place.
Guilt.
Rage.
Sorrow.
Vengeance.
I don’t know how to channel them. I stand up taking the wooden chair I’m sitting on and throw it clear across the room, hearing the sound of it splintering as it hits the wall. I turn to my brothers. “That fucker gets the worst. Give him everything you can think of. You make sure none of that shit kills him. That is reserved for me. I want to look into his eyes and take away his life. I want him to know it came from me.” Their nods of agreement give me no comfort. I walk toward the garage. Not knowing I could be any angrier than the last time I came through this door. Both her father and uncle are awake now.
I walk straight up to her father. “You are a disgrace. You gave your daughter to that monster and let him destroy her. You preach the word of God, but you just served the fucking devil.” I quickly grab my gun out of my holster in my jeans and blow a hole through the asshole’s head.
As I turn and walk over to the bastard still smiling at me, it takes everything I have not to do the same thing to him. That death would be too good for him. He doesn’t deserve that.
“You will suffer for everything you did, you sick fuck. And when my brothers are done with you, I will be the one to end your life.”
I walk away from him before I can’t.
