Page 40 of Defended by Bama (Royal Bastards MC: Mobile, Alabama #1)
He dropped me, and I briefly saw stars as the dust from the ground flew around me like a cloud.
Having taken blows to the face before must have helped me because it didn’t last too long and I stood up.
His hand went to his mask and came away with blood.
I tried to move quickly and managed to knee him in the balls.
Glenda was pounding the back of her head into her attacker's face, also yelling as her limbs flew everywhere.
She finally fell from his grasp, but then I was grabbed from behind. I used my foot to trip him up, and we both toppled to the ground, both of us grunting.
Glenda must have been on him, because more weight crushed me further into the ground, making it hard to breathe.
I was starting to see stars again then the weight lessened, but there was a yelp, followed by a gasp and the unmistakable sound of a woman being kicked in the stomach.
I knew that sound all too well. It was a thud, but not like a knock on the wall.
It was a softer thud, with a rubber soul slamming into skin and cushioned by soft organs.
A fist grabbed my hair, lifting me off the ground. My hands went at it, digging my nails in as hard as I could as I grunted through clenched teeth.
My hair was released, but a sharp blow to the back of my head sent me to my knees and palms. “Fucking bitch.”
A boot connected to my gut, sending me onto my side, coughing as I held my stomach with my dirty hands.
Glenda roared as she grabbed at her attacker’s leg, but reached down, grabbing her short ponytail and slamming her head into the ground over and over. They had on cuts. I briefly saw something orange, but everything was moving too fast. They were bikers. The club business.
“Glenda!” I yelled before another swift kick nailed my stomach. That one knocked the wind out of me, and I couldn’t take a breath to scream.
Suddenly, I was rolled onto my stomach and my arms were bound. It sounded like zipties, and sure as hell felt like them.
“I–can’t–breathe–” I wheezed.
He tugged me to standing by my hair and the zip ties, then released my hair and smacked a hand to my back so hard I fell from his grasp. I landed face first without being able to balance with my hands tied behind my back.
A took a sharp breath, but landing on my face shocked me. I couldn’t see Glenda, but I heard blow after blow, and each gasp from her. Tears finally flooded my eyes as I was hoisted back to my feet.
Glenda wasn’t moving, and her face was covered in blood. “Stop it, you motherfucker!” I shouted before I started trying to break free from my captive again. “Don’t touch her!”
“Get her in the fucking truck! Let’s go!”
I was dragged backwards, and I let myself fall to the ground. Be dead weight. Don’t make it easy.
“Goddamn bitch,” my captor said from behind me.
“Glenda!” I shakily yelled.
The man that walked away from Glenda rushed over, and his closed fist flew at me, popping as it hit my temple. The hit stunned me again momentarily. Adrenaline flooded through me once more as he grabbed my legs from the side and they both lifted me after the sound of a truck door rolled open.
I squirmed and started shouting, “No, no, no! Help! Fire! Fire!”
“What the fuck is she yelling?” one of them said as they tossed me into the truck like a sack of potatoes.
The floor was hard, and my shoulder and hip pinched after having my weight dumped onto them.
“Some shit they teach women,” the other said as they climbed in and rolled the door down.
Small lights, nearly the size of Christmas tree light bulbs, lined the top of the inside of the truck.
It was hot and musty, but there was a small box in one corner that must have been some kind of air conditioner because it wasn’t as hot as a box truck would be in the warm temps.
I lay there, knowing the small amount of pain I felt then was nothing compared to what it would be once the adrenaline wore off.
One of them banged on the wall of the truck, then we started to roll as they sat on a bench attached to the back wall.
Tears stung my eyes again and my body heated from the inside out. Ollie was dead. Glenda was dead. Both of them killed, right before my eyes. All because I wanted some creamer for my fucking coffee.
And I’d probably never see Sofie or Bama again.
What a cruel, cruel world it was. I finally found peace.
I finally felt safe. I finally thought my daughter was safe.
We were happy. Loved. And we loved. Maybe some people just aren’t meant to have their happy endings.
Having years of practice, I cried in silence…
waiting to see what kind of hell awaited me.
I love you both, I thought to myself, hoping somehow they heard me.
At least I knew after this, Sofie would be safe.
He’d never let her out of his sight. At least one of us could have a life.
One with the best man and dad. For the rest of the ride, the tears rolled quietly down the side of my face as I willed them over and over to hear me say I love you, one last time.