Maniac shook his head. “Now that would be a match up I would pay to see happen. Wrecker is one of the biggest assholes I know, who doesn’t take shit from anyone. I have a feeling if he were to try and get with Alice, it would be like a bear dating a unicorn.”
“She does like unicorns,” I muttered.
“You never know what is going to come out of her mouth, that is for sure.”
I laughed and took a sip of my third glass of wine. I was skating dangerously on the line between tipsy and drunk. “Trust me, when you went to the bathroom, she was talking like crazy.”
“‘Bout what?”
“You.” My eyes bugged out, and I gulped. Damn wine!
“Alice was talking about me? Now you gotta tell me what the hell she was saying.” Maniac leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. “It’s only right.”
“It wasn’t all just about you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Who else was she talking about?”
“You know what? I think I need a refill, and maybe I should check what’s on TV.” Anything to get me out of this conversation. I made it halfway up standing before I froze.
Maniac leveled his gaze on me and shook his head. How did just one look from this man stop me in my tracks? “Sit your ass down, woman.”
I slowly sunk back on the swing. “It was nothing, Maniac.” Nothing I wanted to talk about with him.
“If it was nothing, then tell me.”
I rolled my eyes and took another sip of wine.
Wine.
The damn thing that had gotten me into this predicament. Just keep drinking, Wren. That was a brilliant idea.
I zipped my lips and shook my head.
“Five… four… three…”
What in the hell was he counting down to? “What are you doing?” I demanded.
“You’ll find out when I get to one. Or maybe you don’t want to find out.” He scooted forward more in his chair. “Two…o—”
“Oh, for pete’s sake! She told me I needed to open up to you, pull my head out of my ass, let you help heal me, and I was a bitch.”
Maniac whistled. “I think we need to go over each of those separately.”
“I’d prefer not to. All you said was you wanted to know what she said. I never agreed to discuss those things with you.”
“Let’s start in reverse.”
It was like the man didn’t even hear a word I had just said. “No.”
“Why did she call you a bitch?” The disbelief in his voice was kind of nice. Even though the kind of bitch he was thinking was not what Alice had meant, it was nice to know he didn’t think I was an actual bitch.
“She said I was a badass bitch.”
Maniac tilted his head to the side. “Darlin’. This just cements the fact Alice is crazy. How the hell did you two get to talking about the fact you are a badass bitch?”
I waved my hand flippantly. “You know, the things that happened.”
He sat back in his chair and studied me. “We’ll come back to that in a second. I need to help you heal?”
Gah. This sucked. Maniac and I were having a good time. Talking about things that didn’t matter, and now we were about to delve into my messed up mind. “She was talking like you were the thing that was going to make me better. Although you weren’t going to be the thing to heal me. Just the person to be there to help me.”
He nodded. “I think that is the first smart thing I have ever heard come out of Alice’s mouth.”
“Hey, be nice. I like Alice.”
“I also agree with her saying you need to pull your head out of your ass. I don’t think you need to explain that.”
“Is that you trying to help me?”
He shrugged. “In a way. Now I think we can get to where you open up to me, which I think intertwines with the things that made you a badass bitch.”
I pushed off on the porch and sent the swing into motion. “I don’t know what you mean by open up to you.”
“I’ll help you out. You remember how we did twenty questions before?” I nodded. “Well, this time, I’m going to be the one asking questions and you’ve got to answer them.”
“I don’t want to do this, Maniac.” I would rather have a root canal done than do this.
“It gets to be too much, just let me know and we’ll stop. You gotta try though, darlin’.”
“You’re the one who said the therapy I was going to was bullshit. So your solution is to now play therapist yourself?”
He held his hands out in front of him. “What have you got to lose?”
I chugged the rest of my wine and set the empty glass on the porch. “Hit me with it, Maniac.” I didn’t know how many questions I would be able to answer, but he wasn’t going to let this go unless I tried.
“What’s your middle name?”
I blinked slowly. “That is one of your twenty questions?”
He smirked and nodded. “Yup. Don’t wanna scare you off with the first question.”
“Elizabeth.” If this was going to be how all of the questions were going to be, I had nothing to worry about.
“How did you and Cora become friends?”
Again, an easy question. “I moved to River Valley my sophomore year. Cora took pity on me and was nice to me. She was about the only one who was nice to me.” Cora was a lifesaver.
“I knew she was good people, even if her brother is a tool.”
“Jenkins is an ass. I don’t know how Cora can stick around the clubhouse and not want to kick him in the nuts all of the time.”
“The Weston Chapter of the Lords feels the same as you, darlin’. The guy only thinks of one thing and one thing only.”
“Money,” I muttered. I had seen Jenkins choose money time and time again over Cora and everyone else.
“How did you get tangled in with the Hell Captains?”
And here came the hard questions. The ones I didn’t want to answer because then he would realize what an idiot I was. “I met Rack while I was working.”
“Where did you work?”
“A bar. I was a waitress.”
“Can’t see you being a waitress.”
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “And just what exactly do you see me doing?”
“Kindergarten teacher? Maybe a secretary.”
“All things that need more than a high school diploma. Waitress falls into my skill level.” I barely managed to make it through high school. College was something that just wasn’t in the cards for me.
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not selling myself short. It’s knowing what you are capable of. Next question.”
“You didn’t answer my last question fully. I asked how you got tangled up with the Captains. All you told me was you met Rack at a bar, working.”
“I was your typical dumb girl falling for the bad boy. You know, thinking I could be the one to change him.” I blew my hair out of face and sighed. “I got tangled up with the Captains because I was dumb.”
“You’re not dumb, darlin’.”
That was hard to believe. Looking back on hooking up with Rack, all I wanted to do was go back in time and yell at myself to never even look at the man. “Next question.”
“Tell me what happened.”
Four simple words were going to be the undoing of me.
Tell him what happened, Wren. If I told him, would it make a difference? Would he look at me in a different way?
I pushed off the deck again and lifted my legs. I pulled my knees to my chest and rested my chin on my knees. “It didn’t start off bad. He was rough around the edges, but it seemed like he cared about me.” It really was good when I first started seeing him. Late night dinner after I got off work, rides on his bike on the weekends, and just hanging out. It was like the start of any relationship. We were getting to know one another.
“What changed?” Maniac asked quietly.
“The first time he took m
e to the clubhouse, something felt off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I just knew deep down something bad was going to happen.”
“But you stayed.”
I looked over at Maniac and smiled sadly. “I stayed, because I was going to be the girl to change the alpha asshole.”
“How long were you with him?”
I laughed and shook my head. “I was with him for three weeks before it all changed. We went to the clubhouse. It was like the fourth time we had been there together. Before we had just gone to his room, messed around, and then we left. This time, we went when there was a party going on.”
“Jesus,” Maniac said under his breath. None of this was probably going to be a surprise to him. He lived the club life. He knew what went on during the parties. I was the one who was shocked that first night.
“Everything was fine, until Rack started playing cards. He had me sit on his lap, and I could feel every other player’s eyes on me the whole time. Rack was losing. He was really losing. I tried to get him to stop and convince him to go back to his room with me, but it was too late.” I closed my eyes and could still see the man I thought I knew change before my eyes. “Don’t fucking tell me what to do, woman.”
Maniac grunted, and I turned my head at his voice. “He put you for the bet, didn’t he?”
“You saw it coming, but even in that moment, I didn’t know I meant that little to him. That I could easily be used in a game to repay a debt. He ran out of money, and I was the next best thing to put up for the next hand.” I cleared my throat. “He lost, and I wasn’t his anymore.”
“You never were his, darlin’. He wasn’t worthy of the ground you walked on.” Words I needed to hear months ago before I fell for the deceiving charm of Rack.
“That night, after I was shoved off of Rack’s lap, it became a game to win me, and then put me up to bet again. But while whoever won me waited to lose me, they took whatever they wanted from me. I couldn’t fight it. I couldn’t run. If I didn’t let them do what they wanted, my cheek was met with the palm of their hand and the harsh side of their tongue.”
Maniac let out a guttural noise, and his nostrils flared.
“I was raped twice that night.” The words were out of my mouth before I even had a chance to process them and shove them back down my throat. No one knew except for the men who forced themselves on me. “I’m okay.” I felt the need to say that out loud because I was okay. For the most part. At least, I thought I was.
“That it?” he growled.
That was hardly it. That was the tip of the iceberg of assholes who thought they could take whatever they wanted from me. “It was weird,” I continued. “While I wasn’t Rack’s girlfriend anymore, he was my keeper, of sorts. I stayed in his room. He slept with me when he wasn’t out sleeping with some other girl, and he kept me fed. It was like a pet that got the minimal care given.”
“You’re not a pet,” Maniac growled again. “Please tell me that was it.”
I shrugged. “Sure.” There was more of the same. “Instead of having to be won in a game of poker, I was just free game to whoever wanted me. The word no meant nothing coming from a woman in their club. I wasn’t the only one who was a pet of the club.”
Maniac ran his fingers through his hair. “Wrecker said you heard things you shouldn’t have. That why the Captains are after you?”
“Rack was dumb and did drugs. A lot of drugs. When he would go on a bender, he’d get whacked in the head and just start telling me everything. Most of it, I didn’t understand because it didn’t make sense. It was like he was giving me info, but it was only good info if I knew the details surrounding it.”
“Fucking idiot.”
“Yeah, I really didn’t pick a good one, did I?” And this is where Maniac should start looking at me differently. I couldn’t even see what an asshole and loser Rack was until it was too late.
“Him being a loser and not realizing what he was has nothing to do with you, darlin’. None of this says anything bad about you. You saw the best in him, and he took advantage of that.”
I leaned my head to the side and rested it against the back of the swing. “Yeah, but what does it say about the fact I didn’t leave that night? Why didn’t I climb out of his lap when he offered me up?”
“You think those guys would have let you go, Wren? Those men raped and abused you. You really think they wouldn’t have kept you from leaving? You said when you showed a slight sign of protest, they hit you. You did what you did to stay alive.”
Tears stung my eyes. “You make me sound so much better than I actually was. I wasn’t strong enough to leave. I stayed and let them use me because I was absolutely terrified.” I closed my eyes and cried. How could Alice sit there and call me a badass? Did a badass let men use them and silently cry through the night, wishing for someone to save them, or even death?
Strong arms lifted me from the swing, and my eyes popped open. “Hush, darlin’,” Maniac whispered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he situated me onto his lap as he sat back down on the swing. “What are you doing?” I whimpered.
“Was too far away from you over there,” he explained.
“Maniac, let me go. You shouldn’t want to touch me.” I struggled against his hold, but he held me tighter and ran his hand up and down my back.
“Wren, no one tells me what to do. If I didn’t want you in my arms, I wouldn’t have planted your ass in my fucking lap.”
“You and the F word,” I mumbled. If this was what he wanted, then who was I to argue with him?
“You know it’s my favorite word,” he muttered.
I hummed and rest my head on his shoulder. “None of this is real.”
“What do you mean?”
“You. Me. Here. Once the Captains get tired of looking for me, you’ll go back to Weston, and I guess I’ll go back to River Valley.” This was a false sense of reality. I was pushed onto Maniac. In real life, he never would have given me a second glance.
“Not sure why the hell you think that.”
Because good things like Maniac didn’t happen to me. “Are you really going to make me spell it out?”
“Apparently, because I ain’t got a fucking clue what you are talking about.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’m not your type, Maniac. The only reason you’re here now is because you have to be here. I’m just another check on your list of things you have to do for the club.”
“Fuck, you got a lot of bullshit swirling around in your head.”
I looked up at him. “It’s not bullshit. I saw the way you looked at me when you told me you were going to keep an eye on me. You didn’t want to do it.”
“I’m gonna clue you in on something.” He pushed off the deck and sent the swing into motion. “I didn’t want to be the one assigned to you.”
“See!” I shouted.
He hushed me and shook his head. “That was, until I saw you.”
“Wait, huh?” What in the hell did that mean?
“None of us in the club like to be told what to do. Especially when that thing is babysitting.”
“I don’t see how this explanation is supposed to make me feel better. Telling me I was a babysitting job makes me feel so much better, Maniac.”
“Lord. That bullshit swirling around in your head makes it really hard for you to see the things that are right in front of your nose, darlin’.”
“What’s right in front of my nose is a butthead.”
“A butthead?” he laughed. “Can’t say I’ve ever been called that before.”
Well, that was exactly what he was. A handsome butthead, but a butthead nonetheless. “Well, you should get used to it if you continue to call my thoughts bullshit.”
He shook his head and brushed my hair behind my ear. “There is a difference between the bullshit in your head and your thoughts. The bullshit was put there by that asshole, Rack, and his shithole club. You need to stop letting shit consume you.”
/> Easier said than done.
“Give me everything they did to you. That shit is something you don’t need to live with.”
“You don’t want to know, Maniac. If I told you everything and every man who took a part of me, you’ll never look at me again.”
His hand cupped my jaw, and he tilted my head back. “I’m looking at you right now, Wren, and I swear to God, nothing you ever tell me could make me think of you differently.”
“I can’t even tell you how many men I slept with when I was in the clubhouse.” He wasn’t understanding what I was trying to say.
“I can’t even count how many women I’ve been with,” he countered.
“They were all there willingly, though.”
He nodded. “They sure as shit were. All I gotta hear is the N in no and I’m off like a dirty shirt.”
“So it’s not the same.”
“No, it’s not. Every one of those guys who hurt you deserves to die, and I know for a fact each and every one will meet their fate eventually.” His voice was low and menacing. “What they took from you, I’ll take from them ten-fold. There aren’t many rules for the Fallen Lords, but one of them is you never hurt a woman. Ever.”
“They’re not Lords, Maniac. You can’t sit here and say you’re going to hurt them all.” I had just told him I didn’t even know how many men I had been with, let alone remember their faces. There was only one face I remembered through all of this. Rack’s.
“I can, and I will, Wren. This isn’t something you need to worry yourself about.”
Not worry about it? The man had basically just sworn vengeance on the whole Hell Captains club. That was a pretty damn big deal. “Maniac, this is crazy.” I was sprawled out in the man’s lap, enjoying the feel of his body beneath me, while he told me he was going to kill everyone who ever touched me. This was not real life.
“I don’t want you to worry about them, Wren.”
I pursed my lips. “I’m not worried about them, I’m worried about you.”
“The Hell Captains don’t have anything on me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not what I meant. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Trouble. You really don’t know what the Fallen Lords are capable of, darlin’.” His thumb stroked my cheek, and I closed my eyes.
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