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Finding Cyn
Devil’s Knights Series
Book 2
Winter Travers
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Finding Cyn
Chapter 1
Cyn
I’m not dead.
My head was throbbing, and I felt like I was going to hurl.
If I were dead, I would feel nothing, at least, that’s what I think being dead would feel like. All I feel is pain; dull, throbbing pain.
I groaned, feeling hands run over my body. They run over my stomach and I flinch. I lost count of how many times Nick had kicked me in the stomach. You need to learn a lesson, Cyn. Who the fuck do you think you are? You should be thankful I fucked your fat ass. If I wanted to have a kid, I sure wouldn’t do it with your ugly face.
I had told Nick I was pregnant. He obviously wasn’t happy with that bit of news as I was laid out on my living room floor, unable to get up.
I remember everything he did to me. Everywhere he touched me. I remember everything he said to me.
“Cyn. Cyn, are you awake. Can you hear me? Are you ok? Where does it hurt?” It’s Meg. I had called her as soon as I knew Nick was gone. I had tried to stay on the phone with her, but the darkness I had been fighting off had finally enveloped me, and I blacked out.
“Yeah.” I croaked out.
“Open your eyes, honey. I need to see your eyes.” I could tell Meg was hanging on by a thread. I feel terrible for making her feel this way.
“Stop feeling me up, Meg.” I groaned as her hands moved my arm I was cradling against my chest. It was throbbing, and I’m pretty sure broken.
The hands stopped moving but didn’t leave my body. “I’m just trying to figure out where you’re hurt.” I hear growled. I crack my eyes open and see a blue Mohawk. Fuck, Rigid.
“Why don’t you ask?” I snap at him. Why is he here? I can’t deal with him right now. I can barely deal with him when I’m lucid and coherent. Right now, all of my energy was going to keeping my eyes open.
“Meg did ask, you didn’t answer her,” he snapped back. His hands left my arm and traveled back over my stomach. He lifted my shirt up, and I heard Meg gasp. I guess I must look pretty rough.
“Why the fuck are your pants undone?” Rigid thundered.
Oh, that. Fuck. I know it was hard to believe, but my pants being undone made things look a lot worse than what they were.
I turned my head away, closing my eyes again. I didn’t need to deal with his shit. I had dealt with one raging lunatic tonight, I didn’t need to deal with Rigid.
“Cyn, honey, tell me what happened,” Meg whispered, her hand cradling my face. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, not wanting to feel anything. It was taking everything in me to fight off the tears threatening to fall.
I felt the bile crawl up my throat, and the words rattled around in my head. You always liked this Cyn, you fucking whore. Fucking take it you, fat bitch.
“Fucking answer me!” Rigid roared again.
My eyes snapped open, and I swung my head to look at Rigid. His eyes boring into me, waiting. Fuck him, he wanted to know, I’d fucking tell him. “I told him I was pregnant. He said no fat bitch was going to have his kid.’ I heard Meg gasp, but I didn’t look at her. ‘I tried to get away, but he shoved me down on the couch and ripped my pants down. Told me fat bitches were only good for fucking and throwing away. I managed to elbow him in the face, knocking him off me. He went fucking insane. I lost count how many times he kicked me in the stomach. Is that what you wanted to hear Rigid?’ I sneered at him. ‘Does that make you feel better knowing what happened to me?” He didn’t look shocked, he looked pissed off. The motherfucker looked pissed off at me. I couldn’t handle this.
I closed my eyes and laid my head back down. Everything fucking hurt. Everything. I just wanted them all to go away.
“Cyn,” Meg sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” I heard boots stomping towards the door, the screen door slapping shut. He left. Good.
“Stop crying, Meg, and help me off the floor,” I ordered. I had to get a grip and get the fuck off the floor. I needed to get to the hospital to fix my arm and anything else that needed fixing then pass out for days. I didn’t feel when I slept.
Strong arms lifted me off the floor, cradling me to their chest. I opened my eyes and looked up into King’s eyes filled with concern and pity. Another thing I couldn’t deal with, pity. “Hi, King. If this were all it took to get in your arms, I would have gotten beaten up a long time ago,” I winked at him.
“How’s the head, Cyn?” King rumbled at me. I guess he didn’t like my joke.
“Throbbing. Now ask me about my arm.”
“Sprained?” He guessed.
“Broke. Hurts like a bitch.” He propped me up on the couch, my back against the armrest. Meg swung my legs up, and I winced. Fuck that hurt.
“Sorry,” Meg mumbled.
“You didn’t beat the shit out of me, Meg, don’t be sorry.”
“I’m going to kill him,” she whispered, her voice laced with hate.
“Me too,” I whispered. I lean my head back on the armrest, closing my eyes again.
“I’m sure Rigid is taking care of that right now,” King mumbled as I heard him walk out of the room. My head hurt too much to think about whatever that meant. Something to file away for another time. Focus on the now.
“My house is a mess, Meg.” I opened my eyes and looked around. My once cute, girly living room was now shattered and broken. My pretty teal and purple paisley rug was bunched up under my coffee table, a blood stain on the corner. That wasn’t going to come out.
“It doesn’t matter, Cyn, there’s other things to worry about.” Meg kneeled next to the couch. I finally really looked at her, and my heart hurt even more. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, her kick ass marooney purple hair piled on top of her head, her clothes rumpled and creased.
“Don’t cry for me, Meg.” I pleaded.
“How can I not?’ she wailed. ‘I should have come with you instead of going to Lo’s.”
“Meg, I’m only going to say this once; this was not your fault. If you
had come with me, he might have beaten both of us. I’m glad you didn’t come, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he had hurt you. I’ll be fine." As far as anyone would know.
“Cyn, you don’t need to be strong right now, just let it go.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"I'll be fine, Meg.’ I pulled my hand from hers, resting it on my stomach. Fuck, I barely touched myself, and it felt like I had been kicked again. I took a deep breath, trying to silence the pain. ‘Now, distract me from how much my arm hurts by telling me how your visit to King went. From the fact that he’s here, I would guess it went well.” I smirked, playing down the fact I was in agony.
“He loves me.” Meg marveled like it was hard to believe.
Totally clueless about how awesome she was, that’s my Meg. “He should,” I replied. King was hot, no other way to put it. Meg thought she wasn’t worthy of King, and he would get rid of her, yada, yada, yada. They were meant for each other, it had only been a matter of time before Meg realized it.
I heard sirens in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God.
“Ambulance is almost here,” King said, slamming back into the house, shoving his phone into his back pocket.
“Yay.’ I sighed in relief. I never thought I would be happy about an ambulance ride. ‘I hope they have the good drugs on board.”
“What about the baby?” Meg asked.
I didn’t want to think about the baby. I knew he didn’t make it. I was only a month along, there was no way he made it after the twenty plus kicks Nick had landed to my stomach.
“There is no baby anymore, Meg. Nick made sure of that.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. I lightly rubbed my stomach, saying goodbye to my baby. The same baby that hours ago I wasn’t sure about, but I knew I wanted, now gone.
“You don’t know that, Cyn,” Meg whispered.
Fuck, I loved her. She was the best friend I had ever had. “Ok, Meg. I’ll ask the doctor.” I knew he was gone, but she was right, I needed to be checked out.
“Ambulance is here,” some guy yelled through the screen door.
“Who was that?” I asked as I swung my legs off the couch. The room spun, making me drop my chin to my chest, willing the dizziness to go away.
“Gambler,” King said. I opened my eyes and saw King walking toward me.
“Half the clubhouse came to make sure you were ok. They’re all outside,” Meg replied as King lifted me again and we headed to the door.
“I can probably walk,” I told him as he turned sideways out the door and down the porch steps.
“Just because you can don't mean you have to,” King stated.
“Whatever, Stud Muffin. I’m just going to enjoy my time in your arms.’ Meg was walking behind us and giggled. ‘I should probably stop flirting with you. You love my best friend.”
We had reached the ambulance, and the two paramedics were scrambling to get the back doors open. “I’ll let you borrow him,” Meg chimed in.
“I think I’m out of commission for a while,” I said, then saw Meg and King’s face drop. Fuck. There’s that pity again.
King set me on the gurney inside, and I winced. Pretty sure Nick must have broken a couple of ribs too. “You want me to ride with you?” Meg asked, hopeful.
“No, honey, I’m good.” I wanted to be alone. I know it was shitty of me pushing her away, but I needed to close my eyes and not think.
“You sure?’ She asked. I nodded my head, feeling the darkness coming closer again. Getting the shit beat out of you really takes it out of you. ‘Ok, Lo and I will be right behind you. We’ll meet you there.” I smiled at Meg, which was more of a wince, as the paramedic helped me lay down. I closed my eyes and heard the back doors slam shut.
“We’ll be there in ten minutes.” The paramedic said.
“I’m pregnant,’ I told him. ‘Or at least, I was.” I felt the tears threatening again and prayed for the darkness to take me away again.
“Ok, we’ll take care of you.” I could hear compassion in his voice and it made me want to cry even more.
He started examining me, lifting my shirt, poking and prodding. “Anything else we should know?” The paramedic asked.
“He took my baby away,” I whispered, realizing my baby was gone. I closed my eyes and felt the darkness seeping in. It was close, I needed it.
“Stay with me. No sleeping yet,” The paramedic ordered. Except I didn’t listen, I let the darkness take me. I didn’t want to feel anything. I was done.
Gone.
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Chapter 2
Rigid
“What’s his name, Meg?” I demanded as soon as the ambulance doors slammed. Meg was wrapped up in King’s arms, tears streaming down her face.
“Nick. I don’t remember his last name. I didn’t like him. I never really hung out with her when she was with him,’ She quaked, ‘I should have gone with her tonight.”
“You couldn’t have known this was going to happen,” King murmured into her hair, soothing her.
I didn’t have time for this shit. The longer this piece of shit was out there, the further he got away. “I need his last name. Find it out,” I demanded.
“Chill the fuck out, Rigid. How the fuck is she supposed to figure out his last name? She told you she barely knew the guy,” Lo barked.
“I can call Troy. He might remember it.” Meg pulled her phone out, hands shaking.
“Give me the phone, babe, I’ll call him.” King grabbed the phone out of her hand and led her over to the front steps, depositing her on them and started barking into the phone.
I didn’t care who the fuck gave me the fucker’s last name, I just wanted it.
All that I could see was Cyn laying on the floor, motionless. The second I saw her, I thought she was dead. My whole world stopped at that moment. The only thing that snapped me out of it was King yelling she was breathing. I had to touch her, make sure for myself that she was ok. When her eyes snapped open, my world stopped again. She was alive.
When I saw her pants were open, I fucking lost it. Hearing that she had been able to fight him off was the only thing that had kept me from punching a hole in the god damn wall. Her words were meant to hurt and shock me. All they did was start a fire that burned deep in my stomach. A fire that I knew the only way it would be put out was to have the fucker in the ground and Cyn in my arms. Forever.
“Kratter. Nick Kratter. Troy said he lives out on Crosstown Rd. He’s headed out here right now, said he’ll show us which house,” Lo hollered across the yard.
“How long will that fucking be? The longer we let this fucker go, the further he gets away from us.” I fumed at King as I ran my hands through my Mohawk. “This is fucking bullshit!”
“Chill the fuck out, Rigid. You going off half-cocked isn’t going to help. Troy will be here in ten minutes, not even,” King ordered.
Chill out? Fuck, I wasn’t going to be able to chill till I put this fucker behind bars or in the fucking ground. If I had my way, it would definitely be the fucking ground.
“I need to go to the hospital. I have to be there,” Meg trembled from the steps. She was a fucking wreck, I really did need to chill out because yelling at Meg and King wasn’t helping.
“I’ll have Gravel drive you to the hospital, babe, and he’ll stay with you till we get there. Rigid and I can drive with Troy. Hopefully, we won’t be too long,” King said.
“Be careful, Lo, you too, Rigid. I don’t really know this guy, but from what I just saw of Cyn, he seems a little out of control,” Meg said, rising up from the steps and walking into King’s arms.
“Just take care of Cyn for me until I get there, Meg, don’t worry about us,” I said.
“What happens when you get there?” Meg trembled.
“Not a fucking clue. I was giving Cyn room, waiting for her to come to me. That’s over. This changed everything.” I stated as I looked down the road and saw headlights headed our way.
“I think you�
�ll be good for Cyn, Rigid, just be careful. None of us knows how this will affect her. I can’t imagine what she is thinking or feeling right now.” Meg started crying again and buried her face in King’s neck.
King crooned comforting words in Meg’s hair, and I turned away. All I wanted was to hold Cyn right now and I couldn’t. She was lying in an ambulance, broken, and I didn’t know how I was going to fix her.
I watched a late model sports car approaching, hoping it was Troy, but it passed by slowly, the driver openly staring at all the bikes and bikers scattered around Cyn’s lawn. Fucking rubber necker.
I heard another car approaching, clearly hauling ass down the road. A jacked up Ford truck careened into the driveway, spraying gravel in its wake.
Time to take the fucking garbage out.
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Cyn
I couldn’t move. My arms felt like they weighed a hundred pounds and my chest felt like an anchor was sitting on it. The room was quiet except for insistent beeping from the machine I was hooked up to and a low rumble of what I was pretty sure was snoring.
I opened my eyes and groaned as the room tilted. I slammed my eyes shut, trying to will my rolling stomach to cease, and groaned. Ugh, fuck me. This was horrible.
“You awake, beautiful?”
My eyes snapped open, and I whipped my head to the right at the sound of Rigid’s voice. I instantly regretted it when another wave of nausea hit me. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to throw up.
I heard a chair scrape across the floor, slamming into the wall, and Rigid was next to me instantly. “Talk to me, Cyn, what’s wrong?” He asked concern laced in his gravelly voice from just waking up.
I still felt like I was going to throw up and couldn’t speak. Rigid’s hand brushed my hair out of my face, caressing my cheek. “Say something please, Cyn,” he pleaded.
Weird, Rigid not his usual cocky self. The last time I had talked to him, he had demanded I come over to a bonfire Meg was having. After Nick’s bullshit, I really didn’t deal well with demands. “Why are you here?” I croaked out. I barely recognized my own voice. It sounded like I had been gargling gravel.
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