Rewriting Destiny

by Shelly Morgan

  “Let’s go into the chapel.” He doesn’t even wait for me to answer before he is up and heading towards the room where we hold church. They must have more information to help us figure out what to do about our problem with the Rebels. We have to be very careful in a situation like this. Not knowing exactly why they are here means we can’t make the first move, so we have just been waiting and watching.

  Following Mack into the chapel, I take a seat and set the bottle of Jack and two glasses down on the table. I don’t miss that it’s just him and me here, but maybe he’s already briefed the rest of the brothers while I was with Dani. Or maybe this has nothing to do with the Rebels and it’s about me transferring here. Has Dani told him she doesn’t want me here? “What’s going on?” I ask, wanting to get whatever it is he wants to tell me over with. I’m tired of all the guessing.

  “Look, I know it ain’t none of my business, but I know what happened between you and Dani all those years ago.” Not sure where he’s going with this, I take a drink and nod for him to continue. Doesn’t matter who he heard it from or what was said, Mack is the type of man to always give the benefit of the doubt if you are worthy, and I haven’t given him anything to cause him not to trust me or my word.

  “Have you talked to her about how she has gotten over what happened or the struggle she went through?” What is he getting at? Of course I’ve talked to her about it. That night he made us go back into his office we talked about it. Or wait, did we actually go over any of that? Now that I think about it, I don’t think we did. She mentioned that the person I knew all those years ago is gone, but she never mentioned why or how. And I never asked what she went through in the years after what happened to her; I just told her what I was going through and that I was here now, and I wasn’t going to let her go. Shit, I can’t believe we never talked about any of that.

  Mack must have gotten his answer from the look on my face because he just nods his head and continues. “I’m not going to tell you everything because that’s her story to tell, but I will say this.” He pauses for a couple seconds and lets out a long sigh. “She wasn’t as bad as you would think in the way of being jumpy and afraid of men after what happened to her. Instead, I saw a spark in her the first time I met her. It’s what told me that I wanted to be there for her any way she needed. She picked up the pieces herself and didn’t ask for help or pity, just for us to stand behind her. Some may think that we’ve held her up and showed her the way, but the truth is, she did that all on her own.”

  He stands up and walks to the door, but turns around before walking out. “Maybe that will help you understand a little bit about who she is now.” Without saying anything else, he walks out.

  Staring at the wall, I replay what Mack told me and run it against what I knew about Dani when we were younger and what I’ve seen since I’ve been back in her life. I can see what he means because I’ve seen that spark of strength, but I mistook it for arrogance and thinking she is invincible because she has the club. But that’s not it at all. No, it’s having knowledge that she can take care of herself and will be ok.

  I stand up and rush out of the chapel. I race back to the shop, hoping I didn’t miss her. I want to tell her that I’m sorry, not just for years ago, but for not understanding.

  A block away from the shop, I can see that it’s dark, so she must have closed already. I drive past the shop so I can turn around to head to her house, but what I see stops me in my tracks.

  The first thing I notice is her truck sitting on the side of the street. As I slow down further, I take in the scene in front on the shop door. Jumping off my bike, I race over and see Dani’s keys and a cash box lying haphazardly on the sidewalk. Knowing the person who jumped her wasn’t interested her, not the money makes my blood run cold. But the thing that really chills me to the bone and has me so pissed I see red is fresh blood splattered on the sidewalk.

  Someone took Dani. Someone took my baby girl and made her bleed.

  I pull out my phone and call Mack to fill him in on what I just found. Then take her keys to check around inside the shop for any clues as to who took her.

  By the time Mack and the rest of my brother’s show up, I still have nothing to go on. The only thing I know for sure is that this was personal. It has nothing to do with the club, but everything to do with Dani. I don’t know why or who, but when I find out, heads are going to fucking roll. I can promise you that much.

  I walk back outside to talk to Mack and see if he has any ideas who would have done this to her, if anyone over the years has ever had a problem with her for any reason. When I’m out on the sidewalk again, I take a breath and look around for anything I can use.

  Hearing people shout and laugh down the street, I look toward them to see if it would be any use trying to talk to them to see if they saw anything when it occurs to me who might have done this, who would have had a personal vendetta against her. He’s probably watched her for a while, checked out her routine and when she was alone, he struck. Fucker is going to pay.

  Not even caring who I run into I charge down the sidewalk to the Double Down. I make it there without being called out, which is good for them because I would kill any motherfucker for keeping me from finding Dani.

  Once inside, I see the same group of guys that were here that night Dani and I were here. Walking over to the guy talking, I grab him by his shirt collar and pull him up so he is standing in front of me. “Where the fuck is he?” I growl.

  The piece of shit tries to swing around and take a shot at me, but I don’t give him that chance before I’m slamming his head onto the bar. “I said, where the fuck is he?” If he doesn’t start giving me answers, I’m just going to knock him out and move on to the next. I hope it won’t come to that, not because I don’t want to hurt this fucker, but because I need to find out where the fuck Dani is before it’s too late.

  Groaning, he tries to break my grip, but I hold onto the back of his shirt to keep him within my grasp. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about man!” he practically whimpers. Fucking pussy. “Wrong answer,” I simply say and slam his head into the bar again, watching him slide to the floor.

  Without checking to make sure fuckwit number one is out, I move on to the next closest guy. I use the force of pulling him towards me to work in my favor and lift my leg while pulling his body down onto it, knocking the wind out of him. “I’m only going to ask you once – where the fuck is he.” He gasps for air and I give him a couple of seconds to recover so he can talk. This requires more patience than I feel, but I know he’s going to answer me. I can see it in his eyes; he doesn’t want to end up like his friend on the floor.

  “He’s got a cabin a couple miles outta town.” Still trying to get air into his lungs, he stands up to face me. Stepping up to him, I see him flinch, which has me laughing inside. These fuckers act like they are tough shit, but when faced with someone who uses force to get what he wants, they turn into scared little bitches.

  I reach around him to grab a napkin and steal a pen from a waitress walking by. I hand it to him without saying a word. He scrawls an address and I grab the paper from his hand.

  Walking out the door, I don’t even call Mack to let him know what is going on. I’m going to take care of this fucker myself and take great pleasure in it. I just hope I’m not too late to save Dani…Again.

  ***

  Dani

  As I come to, the first thing I notice is that my head is pounding so hard I feel it could pop a blood vessel. The second thing I notice is that I’m lying down and cold. I go to move my hands so I can reach for the covers, wondering why I’m so cold and my head hurts, but my hands won’t move. What the hell? I can’t move them because they are tied above my head.

  When I open my eyes, the light shines so bright it hurts. I have to close my eyes again for a second and slowly open them to adjust to the light. I look around the room I’m in. I have no idea where I am. Looking down, I notice my clothes have been taken off; the
only thing left on my body is my underwear and bra. It’s a small victory, and I’m thankful for it. But the fact that I have been knocked unconscious and tied half naked to a bed tells me that whoever took me is not done, not by a long shot. As I lie there trying to think about the last thing I remember so I can begin to figure out a way out of this, I’m interrupted by the door opening. The guy has a mask over his head so I can’t tell what he looks like, but there’s something about him that seems familiar.

  “What do you want?” I whisper, trying to buy time to come up with a plan to get myself out of this mess. I’m sure no one else will be coming. Zane is done with me and no one else would even be looking for me. At least not until tomorrow or even for a couple of days. They will probably think I’m just pissed off with Zane and ignoring everyone. Fuck, why do I have to be a bitch to him and everyone around me? Why couldn’t I just let Zane in and let him care for me?

  The man comes closer and stops beside the bed I’m tied to. He pulls a chair around and sits close to me on the bed. Reaching his hand, he runs his finger down my cheek towards my breasts. Oh my God, please don’t let this happen to me again. Fuck, I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back if it happens again. “Please… j-just tell me what y-you w-w-want.” I’ve completely lost it. Knowing what is about to come, I can’t take it.

  He starts to laugh at how weak I am as his finger from travels further down. He slowly runs it over one breast, up the other one before coming back down again between them. When he gets to my belly button, he pulls his hand back. I almost sigh in relief but then he reaches up to take the mask off. I know I’ve seen him before, but I just can’t place him for the life of me. Maybe it was the knock on the head, but I don’t know where I’ve seen him.

  “There’s no reason to cry doll. You’re going to like everything I do to you because you’re nothing but a whore.” He sneers at me. Suddenly, it all comes back to me, where I’ve seen him and what happened the last time I was in his company.

  The guy from the bar. The one who grabbed me when I was walking out behind Zane. The guy whose ass I beat for touching me and calling me a whore. The guy who probably broke into my shop and wrote ‘whore’ on my wall.

  Instantly, my fight comes back and I stare him straight in the eye. “You’re a fucking dead man. I’m going to take great pleasure in torturing you until you take your last vile breath.” He stands up, begins to laugh but cuts it off abruptly.

  Reaching down, he tears off my bra, then reaches for my panties. Once I’m completely naked, he stands up and leers at me. “You’re going to take great pleasure in me shoving my dick so far up that pussy of yours that it will come out of your mouth. And you know why you’re going to do that? Because you’re nothing but a fucking whore.” He ends his rant by spitting in my face like I did that night I left him on the floor of the bar.

  He reaches down and starts to unbuckle his pants. I don’t turn away or shed another tear. If this is going to happen, I won’t give him the thrill of hearing me cry or scream. And when it’s all done, I’ll pick myself up again and make him pay.

  Suddenly, the door flies open and Zane is standing in the doorway. He came for me. Even after everything I’ve said to him, he still came. I’m so happy I can’t help the grin that takes over my face.

  It takes only seconds for Zane to have the bar guy on the floor. He stands over him with a gun, ready to end his life for me. “Wait,” I say, looking at him with pleading eyes. Zane must see something on my face, because he puts his gun away. He ties the guy’s hands and feet with zip ties. Where did he get those? Then he comes over to me to make sure I’m ok.

  Untying me, he runs his hands over every inch of my skin. “Are you hurt baby girl?” I reach up and take his face in my hands. “I’m fine Zane, I’m fine. Thanks to you.” I lean in and give him a kiss. I catch a brief look of surprise before he clears his face of all emotion. I know that is his way of putting everything aside so he can get the job done. “Here, put this on.” He gets up, takes his shirt off and hands it to me. Thank God because I don’t want to have to kill this guy while I’m naked. He doesn’t deserve a show before going to hell.

  Once I have his shirt on, I walk up to Zane, who is standing in front of the bar guy. If looks could kill, the guy would already be dead, but luckily for me, they don’t because I want to be the one to make him pay.

  I reach for Zane’s gun, but his hand stops me. I don’t argue or even pull my hand back, I just look into his eyes and let him see how much I need this. Zane finally releases my hand and allows me to take the gun.

  Not taking any time to think about what I’m going to do, I turn towards the sick fuck cowering on the floor. I aim at his left leg and shoot without hesitation. He screams, and it is music to my ears.

  I move to the other leg and shoot. Then I point the gun at his dick. I let him think about where I’m going to shoot him next and it doesn’t take him long before he’s a blubbering mess, begging me to let him go. But I do to him as was done to me – once by the college guy four years ago and now with this guy, I don’t take mercy on him. I shoot, then turn around to head out the door. “Let him bleed out.”

  Zane doesn’t argue. He closes the door and makes sure the guy can’t get away. We must be somewhere secluded, but he still doesn’t take any chances.

  He makes a call to have someone come by to clean up the mess and walks over to me, taking my hand. With a soft kiss to my lips, he pulls me toward his bike. “Let’s get you home baby girl.”

  When I walk into my house, I’m still wearing nothing but Zane’s shirt. It was a little awkward riding on his bike with no panties, but I managed.

  I strip and head right into the bathroom. I need to wash this day off my skin so I can just be done with it all.

  I try not to think of the events from the last couple of hours, but when I’m under the spray, they hit me with full force. First the guy from the bar walking in and running his hands over my body, then Nick from years ago holding me down and forcing himself inside me. Then it goes back to the bar guy calling me a whore, then to Nick saying that I wanted what he did to me – that I asked for what he did. That I liked it.

  My head starts to spin from all the memories. I drop to the floor of the shower, pull my knees up to my chest and start rocking back and forth. I need to get these thoughts out of my head, build up my walls again so I don’t have to relive those moments. I feel weak right now and I can’t let that happen – I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am. Weak girls get hurt because they can’t handle what destiny throws at them. I need to be strong, powerful and unbreakable. Destiny can kiss my ass – I’m taking over writing my own story.

  Suddenly the shower curtain is pushed aside and before I can even blink, Zane is sitting behind me, holding me close to him. He didn’t even take his clothes off before getting in with me. “Shh, it’s ok baby girl. I got you. I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” I instantly break, I can’t hold on any longer. Tears from years of being too strong and hurting release and mix with the water of the shower. “Let it out, I’m right here. I’ll never leave you again baby girl. I love you.”

  I don’t know how long we stay like that – him holding me while I cry years’ worth of tears – until he stands me up and tenderly washes my hair and body. There is nothing sexual about it; I’ve never had anyone take care of me this way.

  We step out of the shower and he wordlessly dries me off, then carries me to my room, lays me on the bed and pulls the covers over me. Then, he quickly takes off his wet clothes, dries himself off and slides in beside me. We just stare at each other, not saying anything, but speaking with our eyes. I’m telling him that I love him and showing him what it means that he was there for me when I needed him. He’s telling me that he’s here to stay, that he loves me and will do anything to protect me. I think this is the most important conversation in my life, and there are no words spoken.

  Leaning over, he kisses me softly, just brushing his l
ips against mine. Before long, I deepen the kiss which has him rolling us over so that he is cradled between my legs. Without breaking the kiss, he enters me slowly. He’s now showing me what he feels for me by making sweet, slow love to me.

  Arching into him, I break the kiss, tipping my head back on a moan. It feels so good to have him inside me again, like he was made for me. Speeding up only slightly, he kisses down my neck to my breasts. I can feel my orgasm coming up fast and there is nothing I can do to slow it down. “Oh fuck Zane, I’m gonna come,” I groan.

  Releasing my nipple, he kisses his way back up to my lips. He looks into my eyes while he continues thrusting in and out of my pussy, bringing me right to the edge. “I love you baby girl… forever,” he whispers, and that’s all it takes to make me fall over the edge and scream out his name.

  Zane silences my screams with his mouth, thrusting faster and comes inside me after four more thrusts. Feeling his hot come hitting my cervix causes another mini-orgasm to tear through me. Feeling my pussy milking his cock with the aftershocks of my orgasm, he moans into my mouth.

  He pulls out of me, walks into the bathroom and returns with a warm wash cloth. After cleaning me up gently, he tosses it to the floor and slides back under the covers. Rolling us over so my back is to his front, he strokes my arm and holds me tight against him.

  I don’t know how long we lay like this, not talking, but just as I’m almost asleep, Zane whispers, “Will you tell me about what happened to you four years ago?” His question surprises me and has me quiet for so long he reaches up to my shoulder and turns me to face him.

  Looking in his eyes, I know this is something we need to talk about, it’s something he needs to know. Hopefully after I tell him, we can both move on and together we can help each other heal. “After I left that party you took me to, I drove to the dorm and tried to get ahold of you. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do. I don’t want to go into detail about what he did, but let’s just say that he hurt me in more ways than one. I think the things he said afterwards were almost the worst part of it all.” I look away, thinking back to that night.