Chapter 25 –Pearl
It has been a little over a week since the appointment and us seeing our little peanut. The joy that I saw in Markus’s face when he first saw the baby on the screen is something that I will never forget. He grabbed for my hand as soon as he heard the heartbeat and didn’t let go until it was time for me to get off the table and get dressed. When the tech was going through the measurements that she needed to take and explaining to us what everything was and such she slowly rolled the ultrasound wand over my belly yet again, stopping on an angle that left no doubt about the gender of the baby growing within me.
“Markus, Pearl, do you want to know the baby’s sex because I have a great view right now and can tell you if you’d like to know.”
Without skipping a beat, Markus answers her quickly, “Yes Ma’am, we would like to know, please tell us if it’s a girl or a boy. We are dying to know.”
Squeezing my hand we wait for her to give us the information that we have been waiting on.
“Well, if you look right there at the ultrasound screen you can see the little guy’s equipment, so congratulations mommy and daddy your gonna be having a little boy.”
Leaving the doctor’s office shortly after the appointment we are both ecstatic to be able to be bringing the news of a little brother home to the girls. The rest of day with the girls flies by and Markus is packed up ready to head out for the week. The week passes by slowly as I wait for another weekend in Chicago with Markus.
I am heading home with the girls late Sunday night after spending the weekend with him. Tick, the prospect who Markus beat to a pulp for laying his hands on me is following behind me, only watching us on the drive home. I am not sure why Markus decided that he should be the one to follow me home, but I don’t have to talk to him so there is that at least.Doc and Trip made their way up to Milwaukee earlier in the day and will be watching over us for the days that Markus does not come up this week. This is the last week before spring break and I am really looking forward to having some time off.
As I am exiting off of the highway in Milwaukee I remember that I am out of milk at the house so, I quickly pull into the Pick-n-Save to run in and grab some. I pull into a parking spot and glance behind me noticing that both of the girls are sound asleep. I decide quickly that I will just run into the store and grab the milk, after all the prospect should be near and I can lock and restart the car to make sure the girls are safe and the heat is on before I run in.
Quickly making my way through the store I am headed out the front door within three minutes of my entrance, only the sight before me is something out of my worst fears. My truck is no longer in the parking spot where I left it; it is nowhere to be seen in this empty parking lot. Falling to my knees I reach for my phone calling Markus.
The phone rings only once before I hear his voice, “Pearl, did you make it home safe? I have not heard from Tick, Trip, or Doc yet and should have by now.”
“Markus. They are fucking gone.”
“What are you saying Pearl, what the fuck is going on?”
“I ran into the store to get some milk on my way home and when I came out they were gone, the truck and the girls were gone. Where’s Tick, Markus? Why wasn’t he here to watch over them? You said that you would let nothing happen to us, Markus. Where the fuck are my girls?”
“I don’t know but I will sure as fuck find out.” A small pause occurs as I hear his voice talking to someone else for a few moments quietly. “Stay put Pearl, Doc and Trip will be right there to get you and look for anything that could help us find the girls. I am already in my vehicle and will be there as soon as possible.”
In between sobs I am able to get out, “Markus where are my girls? Should I call the police? What the fuck is going on?”
“No cops, Pearl. I am not sure what is happening, but as soon as I get up there we will figure it out and find the girls. Just let Trip and Doc take you home, one will sit with you while the other one starts to head out looking for the truck, the girls, and Tick.”
Turning my head I notice headlights pulling into the parking lot of the store. I realize instantly that it is the truck that Doc usually has in Milwaukee. I get up off the ground still holding my phone to my ear. “They are here Markus, Doc and Trip just pulled into the parking lot.”
“Ok, Sweetling, I will be there as soon as I can and we will find the girls, I promise you that.” With that he hangs up the phone and as I am putting my phone away I am scooped up into Doc’s arms and carried swiftly over to the waiting vehicle. That is when the reality of what is going on hits me like a ton of bricks. The flood gates open and I am left a crying mess.
Doc places me gently into the back seat of the truck and slides in next to me. Trip rapidly throws it in gear and has us making our way home in short order. As I try to get a grip on my emotions and climb out of the back of the truck Doc is grabbing me and hoisting me up to carry me into the house. Cooing into my ear, “Shh Pearl, we will figure out what is going on and where the girls are, shh.”
The crying consumes me again as we walk into the house, and Doc lays me down on the couch grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch to place over me. The sobbing doesn’t quiet down for a long time, but Doc doesn’t leave my side. As time passes slowly I see Trip passing around the kitchen speaking on the phone in hushed tones.
Seeing lights coming through the window I know in an instant that Markus has arrived. As the door to the house opens and Markus enters he instantly meets my eyes and rushes towards me pulling me close to him. Doc backs away from the couch and makes his way into the kitchen with Trip. The two men briefly talk before coming into the room to get Markus’s attention.
“Sweetling, try to sleep, it has been a long few hours for you and we need to figure some shit out. I will get the girls back and the people that took them will be punished. Don’t doubt that for one second. Rest, Sweetling”
I struggle with tears as I think about my girls. I need to be involved in this, I need to be able to help in some way, or at least feel like I am helping in some way. I get up off of the couch and walk towards the voices coming from the dining room. Standing outside of the doorway I listen for a brief few seconds before making my way through the threshold and into the room.
“I want to help.”
“Pearl, just go rest, let us deal with this. You don’t need to stress out the babe anymore than he already is.” Markus says standing from the table and turning towards me.
“Fuck you, Markus. Those are my fucking children don’t you dare tell me to go fucking sit down. I need to do something, so let me fucking help, somehow.” I say standing my ground as he approaches me taking up my personal space.
“Sweetling, watch it. I know that you are concerned, and rightfully so, but do not confuse my compassion with weakness. You will stop swearing at me right fucking now. That is not how my old lady acts, do you understand me?” Tugging at my hair he raises my eyes to his and continues, “If you want to help go make a pot of strong coffee and fix some food for us because it is gonna be one hell of a long night. We have about 10 brothers on their way up here right now so make enough to feed them all.” Kissing me gently on the forehead he releases my hair and turns back toward the table.
As I spin on my heel headed towards the kitchen I hear Doc quietly say, “Prez, she is not gonna like this shit. You cannot keep this fucking shit from her she deserves to know what you did,” With that I stop in my tracks taking a deep breath to calm myself as I keep listening. “That you had a bug and tracker in her SUV and put one in Tick’s vehicle as well because you suspected him working with Layla. You have no idea what is going on in her head right now and keeping this from her is going to”
“What the fuck?” is all that comes out of my mouth as I spin back towards them. Stepping back through the doorway I make short work of reaching Markus and slap him hard across the face. “You had my truck bugged and had trackers put in it. What the fuck is wrong with you? I am done with this shit.
Go and get my girls what are you waiting for? I am done with you and this fucking situation as soon as you get them back here with me.”
Making a quick escape from the living room, I throw the collar that has not left my neck for longer than the duration of a shower the last month off, and toss it across the room. Heading straight for my bedroom I turn to shut the door but am promptly stopped by Markus.
“If we were not in this situation I would take you over my knee right fucking now, but we don’t have time for that. Pet, you are working up one fucking hell of a punishment. I understand that you are distressed and also that you are irritated with me, but your behavior in front of Doc and Trip is something that will not be tolerated. You will fucking respect me, no matter what, the decisions I made have been to make sure Layla and those fucks pay for what they took from you, from us. I didn’t want to use you and the girls, but this was the only way we could get to them.”
“We are leaving to go and get the girls as soon as the other brothers get here, which should be in the next thirty minutes or so.”
Looking toward Markus and reaching his eyes for the first time I ask, “Do you know where they are?”
“Yes, I know where they are and also know that they are fine, we heard Tick talking about some ideas for this a few days ago. We didn’t think he would actually have the balls to try and pull it off though. They are at a house about twenty-five minutes north of here. We will go up there and get the girls and take the stupid fucks to deal with.”
“I am coming, Markus. I need to make sure the girls are safe and I need to have a few words with that stupid cunt Layla as well.”
“Sweetling, those are not good ideas. Doc will take care of the girls and I will make sure that Layla, her brother, and Tick are brought to appropriate ends.”
“If you don’t want me to walk away as soon as I get them back, I suggest you let me have this Markus. That stupid cunt took so much from me I need to see to her.”
“NO.”
“Then as soon as you bring them back, I am done.”
“NO. We are not done, we will never be done, and I told you that. You are mine and threatening to leave is just something that will make your punishment for this behavior worse.”
“Why won’t you let me deal with her, Markus? I am the one that she took so much from. I am the one that should get to talk with her.”
“Talk? You think that we are going to talk to them. That right there is why you are not going to be the one dealing with anything. You are too good to have your hands mixed up with any of this shit. Just go make the food and coffee and let us worry about getting the girls back and those pieces of shit that took them.”
Chapter 26 – Tank
As I cross the border into Illinois on I-55, I look at the fuel gage and know that I will need to fill up before reaching home, which should take about four and half hours from here. I drive for three hours before pulling over to fill up the bike and grab a coffee to warm up a little. Late March is touch and go in the Midwest and although it could be colder, I am glad as fuck I am only a short drive away from home.
As I finish filling the tank I slowly walk inside the station and pour myself a cup of coffee. Taking my riding gloves off to warm my hands on the cup I reach into my pocket and take out my cell turning it on for the first time in four plus months. The screen fires up and I notice the number of missed text messages and calls, not taking time to run through any of them I pull up my dad’s number and dial.
“Tank, Abraham? Is that you son?”
“Yeah, it’s me dad. Sorry it’s so late, I have been riding through the last few days and am about three hours into Illinois, I’m headed home. I was just calling to let you and mom know so that you wouldn’t be surprised when I show up in a few hours. I am not sure how Blaze will handle the situation so I will stop over at the house first before heading into the Clubhouse to check in with him.”
“No, Abraham you can’t come here. You need to go to Pearl. The girls have been taken and most of brothers are heading up to go get them back from Layla.”
“Why the fuck would I do that, Dad? Pearl is the one who choose to fuck those fucking pieces of shit; I am done with that slut.”
Running a hand over my outgrown hair and beard I add, “Wait, and why the fuck would Layla do anything to Rose and Iris? What the fuck has been going on up there, Dad?”
“Abraham, it wasn’t like that at all that night. You did not walk in on Pearl fucking those guys for some kind of retribution towards you. She had been drugged and was getting raped by those two mother fuckers. You walked in on her getting fucking tortured and raped, Son.”
The phone drops to the ground along with the coffee cup in my hands as the words my father has just spoken register with me. As I scurry to pick up the phone off the ground I can hear my dad asking where I went.
“Dad, what do you mean, Pearl was raped that night? I thought that she was just getting even with me for Layla. I don’t fucking understand, she sent me text messages saying as much.”
“That was all Layla, boy. She had drugged Pearl’s drink earlier and then when her brother took Pearl, she took the phone and decided to text you a few messages to help with her plot to rid you of Pearl.”
Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out I continue to listen to my father explain the worst night of my life back to me in a totally new light. “I knew that you could not have done that to Pearl, Boy. From what I heard she had to have stitches in a few places and it took almost two weeks for her face to heal enough for her to go back to work. It even took a few days for Blaze to sort through the videos and figure out what the fuck had happened, because Pearl wasn’t talking much at that point.”
“So, Blaze thought that I did that to Pearl? He thought I could beat and rape her because I was what? A fucking monster? I was going to ask her to fucking marry me Dad, I loved her, I couldn’t do that to her.” Inhaling yet another deep breath to try and steady myself, I go on “Pearl thinks that I left her to be raped and beaten by those men? She thinks that I was cruel enough to walk in on that and just walk away without doing anything to stop it. Is that what she fucking thinks, Dad?”
“Son, I don’t really know what Pearl is thinking. I have only seen her a few times at the Clubhouse over the past few months, but she shies away from your mother and myself as much as she can. Mostly choosing to stay at Blaze’s side most of the time, if not there then with Trip or Doc mainly.”
“Why has she been at the Clubhouse at all? What the fuck has been going on up there since I have been gone? Fuck, never mind I’m heading there now. I will be at her house in about two and a half hours. Call the brothers and tell them I am coming.”
“Tank, there is something else that you should know,” is all I hear before I hang up on him. Bending over to pick up the dropped coffee cup and towel up the spilled coffee I make quick work of it before I head back out to my bike. Slipping my riding gloves and helmet back on I kick the bike into gear and peal out of there wanting nothing more than to reach Pearl.
Chapter 27 –Blaze
The brothers have made it up here in record time. We have the location of the girls and believe that Layla, her brother, Tick, and that other little fuck are all held up in the house together. It has only been four short hours since the girls have been taken so I am praying and hoping to all fuck that they are not injured. I will not be able to look Pearl in the eye if this plan to get these fuckwits backfires.
I am not sure what the fuck Tick was thinking but putting him in the ground will be one of my greatest pleasures in a long while. Not to mention Layla and the joy I will get out of gutting that fucking bitch and her brother as well.
Doc is going to bring the girls back to Pearl as soon as we get them and then head over to the house and help with the preparations. The two prospects, Country and Bull will watch Pearl, Iris, and Rose while we deal with these fuckers.
We would normally deal with this sort of situation in Chicago, but I refuse to
take extra time getting to the retaliation that needs to occur. Bull and Country are staying with Pearl while we go to get the girls. I sent Trip and another brother to our house on the Drive to get the basement ready to host our visitors.
As I walk towards Pearl before we leave I notice that she has not returned my collar to her neck. Turning sharply to go into the kitchen and retrieve the collar I grab it and again approach Pearl.
“Pearl, put this back on, NOW.”
“Markus, I just “
“No, Pearl. Turn around and put it on then say goodbye to me.”
As she turns and I reach around her to put the necklace on her I go on, “I am not sure how long this will take, but Doc will bring our girls to you as soon as we get them back. It might take us some time for us to work out the issues we need to with Tick, Layla, and the other fucks so I am not sure when I will be able to be back. Country and Bull will sit with you until I can come back to you.”
Sliding my hands down her shoulders I spin her slowly around and take her mouth with mine. Pulling away I look down into her eyes “I love you Pearl, and there is nothing that I would not do to keep you and our family safe. Please know that I don’t want you to question this thing that we have or me. I will get our girls back and then we will talk, I really don’t fucking know how you could so quickly throw away what we share.”
Looking through her I see shame and guilt over her quick dismissal of us, “I love you for fucks sake, and I know that you love me in return. I cannot help who I am and how I deal with the fucking situations that come up, it is just the way it is, and you will learn to deal with it over time. Now, sit tight as we go and deal with these fuckers.”
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