Page 55 of Tortured Souls
“I swear to fuck, I’m going to bust down this door!”
Saint?
A loud bang reverberates through my body, and I can only guess it’s from Saint kicking in the door. Thank fuck, because I can’t get up even if I tried. My fingers have started to tingle, and I feel the movement of my fingers tapping against my thigh, but waking up is slow. My eyes are still too heavy to open, and I’m starting to rage.
“What the fuck?” Saint’s voice filters through my ears, but I can’t see him. My body is shaking against the bed, and I can feel his hands against my shoulders. He’s shaking me, frantically calling my name. I manage to get a groan out, and with every bit of strength in me, I’m finally able to peel my eyes open.
“Wake up, man. What the fuck happened?” He grabs my shirt and lifts me into a seated position, my back now resting against the headboard.
“Saxon, the guys are on their way. Wake up. I need you to wake up.” My best friend’s face finally comes into view, his silhouette blurry, but I can finally start to see again. The sound of more footsteps filter into the room.
“What the fuck happened?” Finn? I think that’s Finn’s voice. My throat is so fucking dry. Why do I feel like I’ve been in the Sahara for the past week? I need water.
“W-water,” I manage to get out, my voice a mere whisper as I try to get acquainted with my body again.
“I’m on it,” Brooks says, and I know it’s his voice. He has the most unique voice out of anyone I know. When he was young, he was involved in an accident that damaged his vocal cords. His voice is deep, raspy, almost gravelly sounding, and so distinctly Brooks.
“Here, make him drink this.” A second later, the rim of a water bottle is pressed against my lips, and my head is tilted back without me having to even move it myself. Saint’s holding my head as he feeds me the water. I’ve never felt weaker in mylife, and it’s making my blood boil from the fury that’s building within me.
Cool, fresh water saturates my dry mouth, the feeling like a cool popsicle on a hot summer day. Water’s never tasted so heavenly. I’m guzzling it and quickly find myself choking on the water as I greedily reach my lips toward the bottle for more.
“Whoa, slow down, man. You’re going to make yourself sick,” Saint tells me, but I feel like an addict, needing more of their hit. I realize I’m able to sit up slowly on my own, the ability to move my head freely without assistance coming back to me. The room doesn’t look as blurry anymore, and the weight that was once covering my body is lifting away.I quickly scan my body and let out a sigh of relief that she at least tucked my dick away before leaving me unconscious.
“She drugged me,” I finally say.I can’t believe she actually drugged me.
“She what? Sky?” Saint asks in utter bewilderment.
“She’s going up north. Look what I found,” Finn says to us, his outstretched hand showing a piece of paper with her script on it. “This was on the floor by the bed. It’s a note from her.”
I’m sorry it came to this. This was never a part of the plan. I never wanted to hurt you, but this isn’t your fight. I can’t have you put yourself in danger because of me. Because of my revenge. You have too much to lose. There are so many people who depend on you and love you. So, when you wake up and find this note, please don’t follow me. Don’t come looking for me or try to rescue me. Justwaitfor me. Know I’m coming back. Don’t be mad at me for drugging you. Think of it as us now being even. I’ll be back soon.
-Sky
I crumple the note and welcome the familiar sensation of fury coursing through my bones. The hot boiling blood beneath my skin directed towards my tesoro. How could she be sofucking stupid? How could she think this plan would work? Walking into her father’s territory alone! Her blatant disregard for the danger she’s put herself in will undoubtedly get her killed. Sooner rather than later.
I won’t let that happen.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the feeling in my limbs returning enough to where I can now move on my own. Saint grabs the back of my shirt when I go to stand, steading me on my feet as I stand to my full height.
“What do we do, boss?” Owen says to me. He’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. The five of us standing in Sky’s room makes this space feel claustrophobic. I adjust my shirt and inhale through my nose, trying my hardest to calm the demon inside me.
“We’re going on a little road trip.”
“Fuck yes!” Finn yells, clapping his hands together.
“Call more of the guys and meet me at the garage. We don’t have much time to waste. She’s probably already there.”
The five of us make our way to the parking lot. Saint insisting, I ride with him since I’m still a little woozy. Pulling up to the garage, I see the guys are already here, along with Enzo, Heath, Trip, Law, and Mich. My guys are loyal, always have been, and I’m grateful for them all.
The ten of us pile into the meeting room. Most of the guys stay standing, lining up around the table, waiting for their orders. I look at my watch: 1:45 a.m.
“First off, thank you for coming, especially at this hour.” Most of them nod in understanding. Some are pounding energy drinks, knowing the night is going to be long. I don’t blame them. I run through the situation, informing them about Sky, which most of them know already.
“Listen, I understand this is not the kind of shit I like to get mixed up in. However, what better excuse than for us toeliminate one of our biggest enemies?” The room is silent. It’s risky, walking into the enemy’s territory. We all know this.
“If it were any of our women, we’d all be in the same position we are now. No one hurts our old ladies. Right, boss?” Law says to the room. His grizzly voice brings light to the realization that Sky is more than just the woman I’m seeing. She’s a part of us now. The club is her home.Iam her home. I have to respect my guys, knowing they’ve already welcomed Sky into our world, even when they know she’s Sergio’s daughter. If that’s not loyalty, I don’t know what is.
Everyone nods in agreement. The women of this club are just as important as the rest of us, if not more. They are the heartbeat of this family, the ones who keep our heads level when shit is hitting the fan. They ground us and settle the demons lurking within that fight daily to escape the restraints of our rib cages. A woman in this club is protected and worshipped unlike any other. Sky is no different.