by Claire Shaw
Chapter Four
Joker
Reck has been home a few days now; he seems to be settling in okay. The boys had been partying pretty hard. We were all sitting in the lounge room when Reck comes in.
“Off to see my girls,” he chuckles as he's heading for the door.
My eyes instantly find Prez.
“Reck; I want a word before you go,” Prez demands as he gets up and heads for church.
“Bull, Joker, join us,” he finishes.
Taking a deep breath, I get up and follow them down the corridor to church. Once in the room I close the door as I'm last in.
I chose to stay standing near the door. Reck is looking from Prez to Bull and back again.
“What’s going on?”
He asks with a slight hardness to his voice, like he knows something us up.
Prez starts “Brother I know you requested to know nothing about what happened on the outside while you were inside. We respected that wish. Your old lady didn’t handle you being sent down well and spiralled.”
Reck's face grows hard, wiping his hand down his face he says “Fuck, I knew she wouldn’t. She hated this life and was a useless old lady.”
I grunt in agreeance but otherwise keep quiet.
“Not long after you went inside, she found out she was expecting again. You have a son Reck,” Prez continues, “Your son is the prospect, Johnny.”
The shock on Reck's face fades to the biggest, genuine smile a guy can have
“I have a son and he’s club?” Reck confirms.
Prez nods, letting have this moment before they break the bad news.
“There’s more brother. Your old lady couldn’t cope. Turned to drink and drugs. Carrie did what she could but fuck she was a stubborn strong girl and hid a lot of what was happening.”
Taking a breath Prez breaks it down, “Child Protective Services got involved and took the kids. We found Johnny and looked after him. But fuck brother I’m sorry we haven’t found Carrie yet. We’re looking and we won't stop,” Prez promises.
Reck has gone white and is shaking with so much rage. His hands fisted on the table and he visibly shook.
Rising from his chair, fists still on the table, he ground out.
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know where my girl is?”
Prez never wavered, looking Reck straight in the eye, “CPS took them before we could step in and they were sent to separate foster homes. Johnny stayed local but Carrie didn't. We have been searching for her ever since they took her. We have every resource on this and we will find her,” Prez promises.
Reck takes a deep breath and turns to me. Clearing me throat, I confirm, “I will find our girl and I will bring her home.” Hoping the conviction, I feel comes across in my voice.
After a moment he nods his head and comes to me. Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and leaning close he growls.
“I want in and our girl is coming home. Can see you love her son, going to need that story soon.”
Moving out of his way, he leaves church heading for his bike. I move to follow but Prez stops me.
“Leave him son. Give him the wind to sort his head out. Heavy news we just laid on him.”
Lowering my head, I leave church and head to find Johnny. Best to warn him Reck knows he's his son. Finding Johnny in the garage, working on his bike, l ask him to join me outside. Taking a seat on the top of the picnic table, he sits next to me.
“Prez just told Reck about Carrie and also that your his son,” I warned.
Johnny looks down and says, “That why he took off like his ass was on fire few moments ago?”
I put my hand on his shoulder as reassurance.
“Nothing to do with you Johnny. Fuck you should have seen the smile on his face when he found out you was his son. Him leaving had everything to do with Carrie,” I assure him.
“Back in the day your sister was a daddy's girl and your dad worshipped her. It's a man's job to protect his family and Reck is going to feel like he failed.” I gave him a moment for it to sink in. “He’s going to need us to make sure he knows he hasn’t failed. He was inside protecting his brothers, his other family. Hard spot to be put in.”
As Johnny is still a prospect, I can’t share too much club business with him but it is his dad and sister so I give him what I can. Making my way across the lot back to the club house I need to speak with Wire. Wire is our resident computer genius. If he doesn't know it then it's not worth knowing. Catching up to him, I fling my arm round his shoulders.
“Any luck finding my girl?” I ask, praying he has something.
“Sorry Joker, I’ll keep looking but her files from our CPS will have been transferred to the new area but not knowing when or where makes it harder to look for.”
He says, sounding as deflated as I feel.
“I recently heard of a new hacker on the scene with mad skills. Had a few run ins with them. Might reach out and see if they can help. Worth an ask.”
Now this sounds more hopefully. Smacking him on the back, I tell him, “Fuck yeah, anything is worth a shot.”
Heading for the bar, I grab a beer. Feeling a hand on my arm I know it’s a club girl.
“Hey baby,” she purrs in my ear.
Turning I see Nikki standing next to me, wearing hardly any clothes so her fake as fuck tits nearly falling out her top.
“Nikki,” I say trying sound as bored as possible, hoping she gets the hint.
“Fancy some fun big boy?” She giggles.
Do women really think this shit is a turn on? Removing her hand from my shoulder I tell her.
“Not tonight Nikki, go please another brother.”
Stepping away from her I make my way over to the table Tank, Bull and few brothers are sat at shooting the shit.
Sitting down, Bull turns to me.
“Seems Reck took it better than I thought he would.”
Bull is named as he is as moody as a Bull and can smell bullshit from a mile off.
“Yeah, still kills me,” I grunt.
Bull just nods his head
“She means a lot to all of us son. She’s family, our princess, here is where she belongs and we will get her back.”
I really hope he's right.
Half way through the night we end up outside with a bonfire, Reck’s returned and seemed a little calm. He's currently sitting round the bonfire with a girl on his knee and his head between her tits. Our club girls are the best around, not whores but just fun girls who needed a home, a place to belong like all of us and happen to like sex. Only bad one out the bunch is Nikki. She's never really fit in with the others and you can tell the other girls don’t like her. They steer clear of her drama.
Feeling like I’m done for the night I start to head back to the clubhouse. As I pass Reck he grabs my arms, slurring his words a little, he tries to say, “You find my girl, promise me.”
Patting him on the back I reply, “I promise.”
With that he goes back to the girl on his knee and I head to bed and dream of having Carrie in my arms again.
Chapter Five
Carrie
Feeling a little hand on my arm brings me out of my sleep. I try to move my head but the pain is too much and I groan.
“Keep still mom, it’s okay,” Beau reassures me.
God. It was bad this time. I take a moment to take stock of my injuries; my whole body feels bruised but nothing broken. I attempted to get up slowly and make my way into the bathroom. The walk from the bed to the bathroom was pure agony. Holding onto the sink for support I slowly raise my head to look in the mirror.
What greets me makes me suck a breath in. It looks like someone has tried to murder me. But then again that's not too far from the truth. My left eye is swollen shut and my right cheek is bruised, my lip is split and dried blood is on my lower lip. Lifting my tank top, I can see I have bruising on the ribs, marks have been left on
my arms and breasts where he's grabbed me. I honestly do not want to check the rest of me.
Slowly using the toilet; this is not a surprise when it’s painful. He clearly got a few good shots to my kidneys which would explain why my back hurts. Stripping out of the tank top and shorts I reach in and switch the shower on, once it’s at temperature I slowly step in and let the water wash it all away. Curling up in a ball I let my tears fall. I would never cry in front of him.
He would see it as weakness and feed off it. Well fuck him. I am not weak. Crying is not weak. I am the motherfucking Sons Of Havoc Princess and I will claim myself back. I was raised by badass men who know how to treat a woman. I will bide my time and once I'm able to get Beau and me clear I will.
Pulling myself together I clean up and get out. I don't like leaving Beau alone for too long. Drying and dressing in a clean tank and shorts I head back into the bedroom; otherwise known as our prison. He only lets us out when he wants to, for his own pleasure.
Snuggling down on the bed I hold my son close to me. I must have dozed off as I’m awoken by Agnes bringing us food. Agnes is an angel but also a prisoner here but she’s been here so long that she’s allowed a little more freedom than me. Sitting up I accept the tray from her which has two bowls of soup and some crackers plus some fruit. I give her a weak smile as I can see the concern etched into her face. She's so kind hearted and deserves so much better than this life, how she ended up here is her story to tell.
Getting Beau to sit up, we both eat our soup in quiet. He doesn’t like noise so we keep as quiet as possible at all times. How I wish Beau could be a normal little boy. He would love to run in the grass, play ball and just run free like any 10-year-old should. He doesn't allow him to go to school so I home school him as much as I can with books Agnes gets for me. He’s such an intelligent boy.
He knows who his dad his and how much we loved each other. His dad Jason is my world and my true love. I often think of what he’s doing now. Is he thinking of me or has he moved on? I have one photo of Jason and me when we were teens. It's like looking at another lifetime. But I’m determined to make my way back, even if it's just for Beau’s sake as he should know who his dad is.
We hear the front door slam shut and Agnes jumps.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’ll take this and keep him appeased so you can rest,” she whispers.
Kissing the top of my head and kissing Beau’s she shuffles out the room with tray and pots. I listen to her make her way back downstairs. God, I hope he's had his fill today and leaves us all alone for the rest of the night.
I strained to hear her downstairs to check what mood he was in. All seemed to be quiet so I relaxed but not fully. In this house you can never fully relax and let my guard down. Holding Beau closer to me, we both drift off to sleep.
Waking the next morning, I feel slightly better. Popping some Advil, I get ready for the day. Letting Beau sleep a little longer as his little body needs it. Watching him sleep from the doorway I can't believe my boy will be 10 soon.
It kills me that he's not going to have a birthday party to celebrate. No cake, no games, no presents, and no friends round. He should be enjoying his childhood and having these experiences most children take for granted. Stroking his hair, I make a promise that I’m going to get us out of this.
Slowly waking him, “Morning buddy, time to get up,” I say softly while stroking his head.
“Five more minutes,” he grumbles while rolling over and hiding his head under the cover. This makes me chuckle as Jason was always the same with getting up.
“Come on Beau, you know it’s time to get up. I’ve already let you sleep ten minutes longer.”
With a groan he flips the covers back and body rolls out the bed dramatically, making me laugh. Just as I'm laughing a banging starts on the door and his nasty voice shouts.
“Clearly you two have done all your chores if you have time to be laughing. Get your lazy fucking arses up and get shit moving.”
His outburst causes us to jump into action. Rushing to finish getting ready, we make our way downstairs. Heading straight for the kitchen, I start his breakfast while Beau heads for the living room to clear up his mess from last night. I’m sure the room is covered in empty beer bottles as usual.
Once his breakfast is on the table, he comes in and sits down. After a few mouthfuls he declares, “This is shit. Call this food? Why can’t you do anything right!”
Gripping the edge of the plate he flings it in my direction and I just manage to duck as the plate catches my forehead. He's up like a shot, grabbing me by my hair and dragging me out the kitchen towards the basement. I try to stop him by grabbing onto whatever I can but he just laughs. Still dragging me by my hair, he walks into the basement, locking the door behind him.
Flinging me onto the metal bed in the middle of the room, he goes to the restraints attached to the headboard. Forcing my wrists into the restraints and then my ankles, leaving me spread on the bed. His eyes rake over me, making me skin crawl and my stomach revolt.
Licking his lips, he says “You will learn your place bitch. You dirty little whore.”
Taking the pocket knife out, he cuts my clothes away from body. I refuse to turn my head and keep my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I will not show him weakness. Hearing the denim of my jeans ripping I try to go to my happy place. He removes the jeans and I feel the air on my skin. He makes his way to my tank top and removes that also, leaving me laid there in my bra and panties.
I can see the evil in this eyes and his heavy breathing as he’s getting off on seeing me laid there, at his mercy. With a chuckle he trails his finger slowly down my face and neck, between my breast and down my stomach. As he starts to reach the edge of my panties, I can hear his breathing change to small pants as it excites him more. Still refusing to close my eyes, I focus on the ceiling and try to think of happy thoughts.
“You will know who owns you pet,” his fingers continue down the edge of my panties and across my thighs.
“Maybe you need to learn who is in control.”
He steps away from me and makes his way to the chest of draws that sits again the wall. He removes a few objects from the draws and makes his way back over to me. He places a blind fold over my eyes and secures it behind my head. Darkness engulfs me. I start to panic a little at not being able to see where he is. I flinch as I feel him near my ear; he places earplugs into my ears. The panic is getting worse and breathing is becoming erratic. Being unable to see or hear anything, I can't tell what he is going to do next.
I lay there waiting for his next move. But nothing! I waited and waited but nothing. I’m not sure how long I had been laying there. I know I needed the toilet, couple that with no being able to see or hear was torture. He was showing me I needed him and he could make me do anything he wanted. However, the only point he had proven was that I did need to find my inner badass and show him whose daughter I was.
After what felt like an eternity, I suddenly felt a hand on my chin, gripping hard. The blind fold was removed and I blinked to adjust to light now shining. He was grinning down at me with his evil malic smile. He removed my earplugs while not being gentle at all.
“How is my little pet now?” He runs his hands along my sides.
“I will break you and I’ll enjoy watching you shatter,” the look in his eyes scares me down to my bones.
He truly is pure evil!
Chapter Six
Joker
Reck had taken the hunt for Carrie seriously. He had tried contacting Child protective Services to see if they would be willing to give him any information on where she was fostered to. Fuckers were not helpful and couldn’t care less that a man missed his daughter.
Wire was doing all he could. He had contacted this new hacker whizz guy called Webbie, what a dumbass name. Wire had explained the situation and was hoping this guy had a heart and would agree to help us.
I made my way to Wire’s room to check on ho
w he was doing. Knocking on the door, he shouts to come in.
“Brother It could've been anyone at the door.” He points to a screen off to the side of the full wall of computer screens he’s starring at. I can see a camera pointed at the door. Clever fucker! Taking a closer look at the screens I can see a few are different views from around the clubhouse and surrounding area like the access road and a few of the woods around us. A few of the screen are feeds from around town; the road in and road out, Main Street and then club businesses. Each screen is labelled with where it’s showing. Brother is smart and glad he’s head of our security. Seems he thinks of everything including the screens that show our Officer’s houses, mainly the outside as we still respect their privacy.
I roll my eyes, “Any news?”
He keeps typing at his keyboard, fingers flying quickly over the keys.
“Webbie agreed to help in return for a marker.”
Rubbing my hands over my face I let out a breath.
“Need to take that to church brother.”
“Already called Prez and he’s calling church shortly.”
Clearly Wire is a few steps ahead of me.
“Great, hopefully brothers will agree to this Webbie’s marker.”
He grunts in agreement, not taking his eyes off the screens.
“Can’t see it being a problem; It’s for Carrie.”
Hoping he's right, I leave him to whatever he’s working on. Knocking on Prez’s door, he tells me to enter. Looking up from his desk
“Wondered how long it would take.”
Sitting down on the sofa I rest my head in my hands. This is all getting to me; I just want my girl back. Prez gives me a moment before he speaks “I know son, I would feel the same as you if anything happened to Pip. Woman is my life. But trust in your brothers and trust in your club to do everything they can to get your girl back.”
“Remember she’s not only your girl but Reck’s daughter and our princess. We look after our own, we’re family.”