“I hate bein’ in the dark on this one,” I say, blowing out a breath.
“Same here,” he replies.
I sit, trying to enjoy the brothers’ company, but it’s been an hour that I’ve been waiting on them to come out of that room, and as the time goes on, disappointment and fury are two of the many emotions I’m dealing with. Being left in the dark, when it’s my girl they’re discussing, is beginning to cause my nerves to wear thin. I’m fixing to start fucking this room up if someone doesn’t get me some answers here soon.
I see the door open and Tic sticks his head out, “Meetin’, everyone, get your asses in here,” he says, while walking back inside. Fucking finally! I jump up from my chair and haul ass in the room, pushing people out of my way as I go. I rush and sit in my seat at the table, ready to get this shit out in the open so I know what’s going on.
Rainey
I was finally accepted in the forum I asked to join. The stories in there put what I’ve gone through to shame. I’m both flabbergasted and saddened by what some of them have to say. I wouldn’t wish the experience I’ve gone through on my worst enemy, but some of these people have lost loved ones due to bullying, or have attempted suicide themselves. I’m glad that I never let my emotions get that far, to where I felt ending my life was the only solution, but I can understand how it happens. I begin chatting with some of them, I share my story and feel like I have a comradery with some of them, and I know that I’ve just made some lifelong friends. I don’t give out my phone number, but I do begin several private messages with a couple of them. They, like me, want to make a difference and make the laws more severe for offenders of this magnitude.
As I’m speaking with some of these women, I’m happy that my story helps them out in whatever way it does. I help guide one teenager, who didn’t want to tell her parents about what she was going through at her high school. I talked her into telling them about what’s happening to her, and the feelings she’s experiencing, she needs solidarity, and the only people who are always, one hundred percent on your side, no matter what, are parents. When life looks gloomy and there’s no break in sight, reach out, trust in those who love you and believe in you. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that. I wish I’d reached out sooner than I did.
Closing the lid on my laptop, I feel like I’ve accomplished something. I go to my room and take a shower, I call my sisters and tell them all about the site and share some of the stories I heard. I never disclose any names, I’d never do that to someone who entrusted me to keep their secrets. We decide to start a campaign, with the thoughts of getting enough signatures, we may be able to turn some heads and get the issue of bullying more attention and hopefully make some waves with the government. By the time I get off the phone, I crawl into bed, find a movie and fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Crash.
Boom.
Shatter.
Those are the noises that wake me. I don’t know what they are, but the house is dark, so I know the guys haven’t made it home yet. I get up to investigate, but first I grab my Louisville slugger that we keep behind the bedroom door. I sneak out the door, then remember I may need my phone, so I go back into the bedroom and grab it off the charger. It’s dark and creepy and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end, making me wonder if I’m in the house alone, or if someone has managed to breach the security my home provides me. I hold the bat over my shoulder and put my cellphone in my waistband of my sleep shorts. I don’t want to use the flashlight app in case there is an intruder in my home, not wanting to let them have the advantage of seeing me coming. I tiptoe, being more graceful than I’ve ever been in my life, attempting to be as quiet as humanly possible.
When I make it into the living room, I swear I see shadows, but as quickly as they appear, they’re gone, leaving me squinting, trying to see in the dark, a quality I’ve never had, but am wishing desperately that I did. Not thinking about the noises that woke me, I didn’t compute the fact that I should’ve probably put shoes on, but the second I step on something sharp, I instantly regret that decision. “Damnit,” I call out, not realizing that at this moment, I should be quiet. I drop the bat, so I can grab my poor injured foot. I can feel the crimson blood flowing freely between my toes, letting me know it’s as bad as it hurts.
“Fuck!” I holler out, bending over to see if I can tell how bad it is. Something closes over my head, and I immediately reach up to see what the object is. Something, or someone grabs a hold of my hands, I fight as hard as I can manage to, but there’s more than one, and I know at least one of them is a woman since her fingernails are digging into my wrist. “What do you want?” I scream out, “Get your hands off me!” I try to struggle and free myself, but then I’m tackled to the ground and my hands are bound behind me. Then I can hear duct tape being pulled apart, then my feet are bound as well. My attackers never say a word, not giving me any hint as to who they are, or why they’re coming after me. I’ve never done anything to anyone to warrant this type of abuse.
I wish they’d talk, something, the quiet is almost worse than the cloth that is currently over my head. I begin to hyperventilate, before I have the opportunity for an anxiety attack to take place, I feel the first hit. I know that it’s my own baseball bat being used against me. Hit after hit, I feel the damage that is being inflicted upon my body, I know that I have at least one rib broken, I’m having a hard time catching my breath from the severity of the pain. Still, my attackers say nothing, and without the use of my hands and feet, I have no way of protecting myself. The blows travel up and down my body, the tears are flowing and I’m begging them to stop.
“Please, I’ll give you whatever you want, I don’t carry cash here at the house, but I have credit cards in my wallet, my purse is in my room, take whatever you want, just please stop!” I’ve never begged for anything before in my life, but I’m all but doing that now. Then there’s a blow to my head, and everything goes dark. My last thought before the lights go out is, I hope my men are okay and will survive and move on and not wither away from life with grief of me no longer being alive. Because for some reason, I just know this is the last day I’ll live. Whoever these people are, they’ve taken my life away from me.
Unknown
“You think she’s dead?” I ask my coconspirator.
“If she’s not, she will be soon. Let’s trash the place and get out of here before the guys get home. They had a meeting tonight and will be awhile.”
“We need to hurry, they’ll kill us if they catch us,” I say.
“Then stop running your mouth and let’s get busy, the others can only cover for us for so long.”
We spend the next twenty minutes trashing as much of the place as we can. We pull drawers out and empty the contents, we pull clothes out of dressers and the closet. We throw plates from the cabinets and make sure to shatter each one of her precious coffee mugs. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate her, she should’ve listened to us. We tried to scare her away from our men, but she didn’t take us seriously. A lesson that will be the last one ever taught to her.
We sneak out the broken back door, and I look back as we hide in the shadows, leaving the house. Good riddance, don’t worry bitch, we’ll take very good care of Levi and Carson. They were meant to be ours anyways.
Sayonara.
Audios.
Sleep tight.
Rot in hell!
Chapter 9
Levi
When I fall asleep at night, I am thanking my lucky stars
instead of counting sheep…
“What did you just say? Please repeat yourself,” I say to Bomber, not believing for a second my ears heard what I think they did. I must have imagined what he informed us of because there’s no way in hell the culprit can actually be who he is implying it is. It’s just not motherfucking possible!
“Chrissy and Talley Lawson, your exes from back in the day, while y’all were still in high school. They are actually Belle and Beaut
y—two of the newest club Babes. They’ve drastically changed their appearances, so there’s no way either one of you would’ve ever recognized either one of them.” We should know them on site, we were together for over two fuckin years!
“I’m experiencin’ a feeling of déjà vu,” Wasps says, “haven’t we had this type of thing happen before?”
“No, not with any club Babes,” Tic replies.
“You probably saw it in one of those sappy movies Ashton forces you watch,” Travler says, but no one laughs at his intended joke.
“So you’re tellin’ me,” Carson interrupts, “that our woman is being harassed, because of some high school bitches that don’t know how to let go?” I can immediately tell that he’s fixing to lose control. Something needs to happen here, and quickly. My brother doesn’t lose his temper often, but when he does he makes Hitler look like a saint.
“Gather them up and bring them in here, Justice and Ghost,” Wasp orders the duo. “I think we have enough evidence to prove them guilty of their crimes. Today, we are their judge, jury, and executioners. They will stand trial in the Rage Ryders’ court of law,” Wasp says, angrily banging his fist on the table.
I hold my head in my hands, feeling defeated from choices I made during my teenage years. Who would’ve thought that stupid decisions could follow you in the way that they have Carson and me? “Just kicking them outta the club isn’t goin to teach them any lessons,” I mutter.
Justice comes running into the room saying, “We can’t find them! Ghost is searching’ all of the grounds, but they aren’t inside the club.”
“Everyone spread out and let’s track these bitches down!” Wasp says, slamming his hand on the table. We all rush out of our chairs and haul ass out of the room. I run through the women’s section and question every single one of them I happen to come across. None of them claim to have seen the two women in several hours. I run into my brother and state, “Crissy and Talley are dead women walkin’, I don’t give a fuck what the club decides.”
“Agreed,” he says to me. “I’ve been tryin’ to get ahold of Rainey and she’s not answerin’ her phone.”
This statement has me on edge. “One of us needs to go and check on her,” I tell him.
“I’ll go,” he replies. “Let the others know, if you find them, wait on me before dolin’ out their punishments,” he says, hauling ass out of the clubhouse. I join some of the others out back where they’re checking out the perimeter around the club. I spot Wasp and let him know that Carson has gone to check on Rainey since she isn’t responding to him.
“I wanna know the second you hear from him,” Wasp tells me as he and Tic walk away. Their heads are together, which means they’re planning something and it isn’t going to be pretty for the recipient.
Carson
I continually try to get ahold of Rainey using my Bluetooth device, and there still isn’t an answer. I have a sinking feeling in my gut, because even though she sleeps hard, she always hears the phone and answers it, especially if it’s one of us, or her family. I’m worried with the girls missing, and Rainey not answer the phone, it could be a recipe for disaster. I push my bike to the limit and race through the backroads until I pull up to our house. It’s dark, but I can still see the shattered window with the street lights shining on it. I barely get my bike on its stand before I’m running for the front door. I try to open it, but it’s still locked, instead of going through the broken window, I use my key, not wanting to tamper with any evidence. I pull my piece from the back of my jeans and slowly make my way into the house.
I sweep the living room and kitchen, then begin my trek down the hallway, and that’s when I see it. A figure, laying motionless. No! No it can’t be her! I run to the lifeless body and check for a pulse, there’s one there strong and steady, but she still isn’t moving. I notice a burlap bag over her head and her arms and legs are bound. Not wanting to move her too much to prevent from hurting her further, I take my pocket knife and begin cutting away the material from her wrists and ankles, then slice straight up the center of the sack. “Please be okay,” I chant over and over again. “I can’t lose you,” I cry, not doing anything to stop the tears, because my heart feels like it’s been ripped in two. I nearly beg God to take me, to let her survive this brutal attack. I’m not sure how severe her injuries are, I’m no doctor, but I know she doesn’t look good, and the fact that her heart is still beating is the only thing keeping me from losing my shit. “C’mon, baby, open those beautiful eyes.” I need to see them, some type of indication that she isn’t brain dead. She has deep gashes on top of her head and along her face. She’s nearly head to toe covered in bruises. “Whoever they are, I’m gonna kill ‘em!” I vow to her and myself. Once I have her head uncovered, I rest it on my lap and send Dillon a 9-1-1 text telling him to get here immediately, then I pick up the phone and call Levi.
“You find her?”
“Brother,” I sob out, barely able to catch my breath to tell him what I found.
“What! What’s wrong, calm down and talk to me, brother.”
“Need you here now.”
“I’m on my way,” he says, before the line goes dead. I rock her back and forth, praying, begging, whatever it takes I promise everything to whoever is listening. My phone dings and it’s Dillon letting me know he’s on his way over. I reply telling him to make sure he has his medical bag, then set the phone next to me. I should’ve probably called an ambulance, but my mind isn’t firing on all cylinders. As soon as the thought hits my mind, I call the emergency number so that I can get her some help.
“911, What’s your emergency?”
“I need someone at my address, I came home and found my girlfriend beaten. She’s not waking up, someone broke in, the front window is shattered,” I respond, everything coming out fast with barely a pause between my words.
“Calm down, sir, is she breathing?”
“Yes, and her pulse is strong, but she won’t wake the fuck up!”
“I understand, sir, please settle down so I can help you.” If she’s expecting an apology she isn’t getting one, I won’t say sorry for being brash. I need help, yesterday. “How long until an ambulance arrives?”
“Five minutes out, sir, who am I speaking with?”
“My name is Carson James, and my girlfriend’s name is Rainey Masters,” I inform her, might as well get it all out now.
“How old is the victim?”
“What the fuck does that matter? And don’t call her a victim! She’s not now or ever has been one.”
“Mr. James, I won’t ask you again to calm down. Everything I’m asking you is important.”
“I don’t see how her age is significant at this time, how long now?”
“Help is enroute, please stay on the phone with me until they arrive.” I stroke her hair lovingly and take in all the wounds I can catalogue. The bruises are darkening before my eyes, blood is dripping from her head. I put the phone on speaker and set it down next to me. I take my shirt off and apply pressure to her head, to help stem the flow. I can hear the operator talking, but I’m no longer paying attention to anything she says or asks. It’s all ridiculous as far as I’m concerned. The door slams open and I see Levi, Wasp and Tic run inside, the lights flicker on, momentarily blinding me.
“No! Fuck no!” Levi says, as he runs to us and lands next to us on his knees. He takes his hand and it hovers over her, I can see the fear in his eyes, and know they must mirror my own. “Is she…is she breathing?”
“Yes,” is all I say as I look back down at her. The next twenty-minutes are full of activity. Paramedics arrive and stabilize her, they put a neck guard on and move her to a backboard. She still doesn’t respond. Dillon rushes in and assists the paramedics, good thing they know him from his days at the hospital and don’t stop him from doing what he deems necessary. The cops are questioning everyone, only Levi and I are focused on our girl and only her. As we leave to follow the ambulance, an officer tries to stop us.
“Sir, we need a statement,” the dick says.
“You want my statement, you follow me to the hospital or I’ll come down to the station once I know my girl is stable.” I don’t give him time to respond before I’m out the door and straddling my bike. Levi is next to me and Tic and Wasp wave us on letting us know they’ll take care of the 5-0. We follow the ambulance, the entire ride is no more than fifteen minutes, but it feels like it’s taking us an hour instead. I watch as they pull into the bay, and Levi and I go on to the parking lot and park the bikes. We both hop off and haul ass to the emergency room doors. Going up to the reception desk we ask for Rainey and are told to sit until they’ve had a chance to triage and assess her.
“She’s gonna be alright,” Levi says as we pace the waiting room floor.
“All I got to say is she better be, because if not, I’m goin’ to rain down hell on every one of those bitches until I find out who’s responsible for this!”
“We know who it is, it’s too much of a coincidence that they were missin’ while our woman was being hurt. Don’t worry, brother, they’ll get what’s comin’ to them.” His reassurances mean nothing to me until I get to feel my own hands wrapped around their necks. The anger and betrayal I am experiencing is unlike anything I’ve ever felt or experienced before. I’ve never really wanted to feel someone’s life leave their body, but with these two women, I want them gone! Dead, six feet under…I want them to never breathe the same air as me or my girl. I need to fuck something up, I need to release some of this pent-up anger flowing throughout my body, but there’s no way in fuck I’m leaving my girl’s side…at least until I know she’s going to be alright. So I walk the floors, I give deathly glares to anyone who comes within the same vicinity as I am. My mind is running through all scenarios.
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