Trek

Trek

There’s a storm on the horizon. One that isn’t me. Although, I can feel one brewing inside of me too. I sit outside, watching the clouds roll in and the air shift.

“You okay?” Rage asks, coming to sit next to me.

“She was an old friend. We grew up next door to each other. Practically family back then. We lost touch over the years after I joined the club. I wasn’t home as much as I should have been.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for this shit,” he says. I nod my head, blowing a cloud of cigarette smoke into the air.

“Hard not to. I should have been better.”

“Did you know she was taken?”

“No.”

“Does her mom?”

I shake my head. “Not that I know of. I’m sure she would have told my mom about it if she did. Last I heard, she left on her own.”

“Or she was taken, and no one knew how to find her. This isn’t on you any way you look at it, brother.”

“She’s fucked up,” I tell him.

“No shit. She’s been used for sex for a long time now,” he adds.

“And now she’s here,” I sigh heavily.

“What are you gonna do with her?”

“I can’t kick her out. I can’t take her home like that,” I tell him.

“Yeah, I didn’t figure.”

“Hey, the new girl is in there blowin’ the prospects,” Demon announces as he walks out of the door. It’s been a few hours since we dosed her. I suppose the sedative has worn off now.

“She’s what?”

“You heard me.”

“They forced her?” I growl low in my throat as I look up at him. He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair.

“No. You know better than that,” he tells me. I nod. I do know better. No one here would force that on her, not after what they’ve just learned.

“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath.

“Fuck is right. What is your plan with this girl?”

“I don’t know. Obviously, I can’t send her home like this. She needs time to heal,” I tell him.

“She can stay here. Evie has been good with her.”

“She’s good with everyone,” I tell him.

“That she is.”

“She’s gonna be okay, Trek.”

“You can’t be sure about that,” I say.

“No, I suppose I can’t, but we can work with her. We’re gonna take those assholes down who had her locally.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Storm’s rollin’ in,” Rage says as the lightning begins to crackle across the sky.

“Not a good one either,” I mutter under my breath.

The guys are all silent. I need the silence. I don’t want to see what the fuck she’s in there doing. I don’t want to know. She isn’t the same little girl who used to follow me around anymore. She’s a woman. A broken and abused woman.

“I’m headin’ in. We’ll call church in the mornin’ and decide on what we’re doin’ with the place.”

I nod my head and lay it back just as the rain starts to fall. I let it hit my flesh as I contemplate what I’m going to do with Heidi. She shouldn’t be here, but she can’t go home. I could tell the guys she’s off-limits, but she needs an outlet. I blow out a breath as the rest of the guys walk back inside out of the rain. Then I’m left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts that I shouldn’t have, of death, of destruction. I want to rip them all apart. I want to hurt everyone she’s come in contact with. I want to snap and lose control, but I can’t.

Shoving off the chair, I stand and walk back inside, heading straight to my room. I hear the moans from the room next to mine, and it makes me sick. It bothers me that she has to do this to feel better. That this is what she’s used for. She should have been asleep, but apparently, the drugs weren’t as good as what she was getting before.

The thought pisses me off. I pull my cut down my arms and toss it onto the bed before stripping out of my clothes and heading into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and step under the sprayer. The heat hits me, and I let it envelop me and wash away the day.

Thoughts of calling her mom, or at least mine, wander in my head. I should let them know she’s safe at the very least.

I wash and climb out, drying off and redressing in clean, dry clothing before shrugging back into my cut. Then I’m heading back out into the main room to find the guys. Badger sits off to the side with a beer in his hand, so that’s where I go.

“What’s up?” he asks as I come to sit next to him. I nod for one of the girls to grab me a beer, watching her take off toward the bar.

“You seen her?”

“The new chick?”

“She isn’t the new chick. She’s an old friend of mine,” I tell him.

“One who has been ready to fuck half the club since she got here, brother,” he says.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He shakes his head, and I feel instantly sick to my stomach. I don’t want her acting like this, but what the hell can I do?

“Nope. In fact, she’s been after Rage,” he adds.

“Fuck, Badger. I’m sorry,” I tell him as if that makes a difference.

“Don’t worry about it, brother. Rage needs pussy, and he’ll get it if he wants it.” I nod my head hoping like hell it isn’t with Heidi.

“I’m just hopin’ it ain’t hers. She’s fucked up enough.”

“He wouldn’t go there knowin’ you know the girl, Trek. Just let her get it out of her system. Hell, all she’s known is sex for however long they’ve had her.”

“Doesn’t make it okay. It makes it fucked up,” I tell him.

“I know, brother. I know. I wish there were more I could say here.”

“There isn’t anything to say.” Just as I finish speaking, I see her walking toward me. She looks … sick.

“Hey,” she says softly. Badger stands and offers his seat, which she takes and stares at me.

“What do you need?”