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Jessikah

“I can’t believe that fucker didn’t stand up for you, Tina’s husband growls as we enter their house.

“I can. Who would want to stand up for a useless piece of ass that gets your ass thrown in jail,” the voice, the words, he’s here and I don’t know what to do.

“Why are you here?” I ask, taking a step closer to Tina and her husband.

He circles his hand in the air. I hear a thud and watch in horror as Tina and her husband crumble to the floor.

“They have nothing to do with this. Leave them be,” I demand, watching him take out a gun and aim it at me.

“Bitch, you don’t get a say in this. You sent me away to jail. Then you took off like you didn’t owe me blood for that. Blood in blood out,” he mumbles, a small shake in his hand as he steps closer and places the end of the gun against my head.

“Kill me, leave them,” I demand, straightening my spine. This needs to end, and end with those two still alive.

He takes his gun and aims to his left, pulls the trigger twice and smiles with malice on his face. “Take the other bitch upstairs and have your way. When you’re done, leave her the way I am going to leave this dumb bitch.”

I watch two men pick Tina up and carry her upstairs. He grips my arm and drags me to the couch, pushing me down and then kneeling in front of me.

“I hated you when we were married. You fucked like an old lady. Now I can have every bitch I want. I am going to take my penance out on your ass and then leave you the exact same way the fucker over there is.” He grips my hair and turns my head to face where Tina’s husband is on the floor, blood oozing from the bullets holes.

Tears fall from my eyes. This shouldn’t have happened. I was supposed to be safe. They scrubbed my old name from every database. R.O.Y.A.L was to protect me, and they failed. Or was it me who screwed up?

“Why?” I ask with quiver in my voice, as he pushes me over the arm of the couch.

His hand in my hair holding me so all I can see is the dead body unless I close my eyes.

But if I close my eyes, then I can ‘t see the danger that is my ex-husband.

Do I want to see it, or do I just close my eyes and dream of safe places where no harm can come to me?

He doesn’t say a word. His elbow digs into my back as he takes something sharp and drags it down my pants, cutting them in half. But he put the blade to deep, so he scratches from the waistband of my pants and down through my ass cheeks. The tip making it feel like one long paper cut.

“Love seeing a woman covered in blood.” He says, taking the tip and pushing a little deeper down the cut. I cry out from the pain of being sliced, but am silenced when he positions my mouth on the corner of the arm. Demanding me to open as he pushes me forward.

He runs his blade along the inside of my thighs, pushing deeper so he draws blood. As the feeling of liquid slides down my body, he groans.

“PLEASE, STOP!” Tina yells. Then silence as the banging and pounding start.

“Awe, listen to that beautiful noise. One dumb bitch becoming a whore, just like you. She gets two bulls, and you get me and my knife,” he mumbles, before slapping the blade against my ass, and plunging the butt of knife into my anus.

I scream, the pain from being torn open, not just from the blade sticking out of my ass, but from his hand opening the gash on my ass wider. The pain is making me weak. I can’t make it stop. I can’t find a safe place to go to in my mind.

“Look at all the blood. No lube needed, you provide your own.” He chuckles as my eyes slide closed. Taking the abuse he is giving me, without ever knowing how he found me.

***

Three hours later…

I open my eyes. I’m no longer in Tina’s living room. I am lying on a bed. Turning to my right, there is no one there. When I turn to my left, Tina is blankly staring at me. Tears running down her bruised and battered face.

“I’m so sorry…” I cry, but she raises her finger to her lips, silencing me. She then taps her ear, telling me to listen. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

The house is silent expect for a low murmur coming from below. It sounds like a TV or music playing.

“In about one hour they will come back upstairs for another round. Not sure who they will pick, but all three of them have been using me. They just finished. When they come, I want you to pretend you are sleeping.” I shake my head.

It should be me. “No, listen, if they get a chance at you, then they will end this sooner rather than later.”

“My phone?” I ask. She shakes her head.

“They have taken everything from us, your phone, my phone, my husband. I need to protect you. You’ve already been through so much,” Tina says, wiping tears from her eyes.

“No, Tina, we do this together. No matter what. I can handle his bullshit. But one of us needs to find a way to send a message to whoever happens to go by this house.” I hold out my pinky finger.

When she finally links hers with mine, I know she is onboard with my plan.

I need to keep her safe, but I also need to keep myself alive.

The sound of a motorcycle pulling up out front of Tina’s house has my heart racing. I can’t have him here. He can’t get hurt. My breathing picks up as the doorbell rings. You can hear them stomp to the door and open it.

I only hope whoever is here see’s there is an issue, and sends help.

***

Skoden

“Yeah, Pres. His truck is out front, but the house looks dark.” I have driven past the house for almost four hours. This is the first time it has been dark and there hasn’t been movement in the windows.

The light turns on from the neighbor across the street, and I see an elderly man making his way to me. He walks with a hobble. Probably should use a cane. He has on work boots and white underpants, and nothing else.

“Son, I have seen you driving up and down this road for the last four hours. Are you part of the crew causing the ruckus going on at Tina’s house? Now, normally they are quiet neighbors, but tonight they are a nuisance,.” he grumbles, reaching down to scratch himself through the tighty-whities.

“How many people are in there?” I ask. I know that Tina, Jessikah and Tina’s husband were the only ones that left the club together.

“At least six. Three were already inside, and then Tina came pulling in,” he mumbles, scratching his ass.

“Ok, Sir. I’ll make sure they turn down their music and stop all the partying,” I state, not bothering to offer my hand.

“Oh, there has been no music, just a few loud pops and some screams. It’s like they are having a sex party up in there. Young people these days have no respect for others.” He turns and marches back into his house.

Deciding I need to check out what is happening here. I walk up to the door and knock. I can hear stomping, and then the door is thrown open and a scrawny man with a mullet and stained clothing is standing there.

“Looking for my sister. She told me to come over,” I mumble, trying to look around the inside of the house. Everything looks clean, but there is a odor I can ‘t quite place.

“Bitch is busy. Comeback another time, ” he growls, slamming the door in my face.

Stepping back and looking at the house, I see three windows across the top of the house. There are no trees to climb, so getting up there will be difficult.

Deciding I am going to have to find another way to get into the house, I head back to my bike and start it.

Just as I flip the kickstand up, a light comes on and then flicks off, then flicks on and off, then on and off.

It is followed by three longer times that the light stays on, then again three short ones. Then the light stays off.

Sending a message to Lynx, letting him know something is off and we’ll talk when I get back to the clubhouse, I head down the road. My gut telling me whatever is going on inside that house, it isn’t good Definitely not a one man job either.