Page 9 of Shared By the Bikers

We park in the underground parking lot and then get the lift to reception. We have big bags with our equipment but have left the guns in the car, except the ones that we carry personally. You can never be too sure when you’ll need them.

Stepping into reception we hear some shouting. But it’s the voice that stops us short.

“Is that Meg?” Ramsey asks as we both move forward quickly. Rounding the corner into the reception area we are surprised to see Meg standing in some dude’s clothes, soaking wet and crying.

“Meg?”

When she turns, I see fear on her face. Until she sees me and Ramsey. Then she rushes towards us and jumps into my arms. Ramsey drops the bags and stands behind her hugging her as well. This is how we work. We don’t care that our brother is touching us as long as we’re both touching our woman.

“You came? I thought you’d forgotten about me.” Her sobs are killing me.

“Rams, can you check us in and get the key, we need to get her into a bath and quick.” Ramsey nods and moves to the reception area.

“Meg, are you okay? We’ve been so worried about you. How the fuck did you end up here?”

She’s shivering. “Don’t talk now sweetheart, let’s get you warm and then you can sleep before you talk to us.”

She nods her head and holds on to me tighter. Ramsey comes back and nods his head to follow him into the lift. When we get in he drops the bags and stands behind her again. “Sweetheart, we were so worried. We’re here now, no one is going to hurt you. We promise.”

She nods, and I can feel her body getting heavier. “Meg, don’t fall asleep we need to get you warm first. Rams, as soon as we are in the room will you run the bath for her. I’ll undress her and bring her in.”

“No. I don’t want you to see.” She’s shaking her head vigorously.

“Sweetheart, we just want to warm you up and I’m not putting you in the bath with your clothes on.”

Ramsey opens the door to the room as soon as we exit the elevator. He drops the bags and goes straight into the bathroom and runs the bath. Meanwhile I sit on the bed with Meg attached to me like a spider monkey.

I move her slightly so I can see her face. She looks thinner. They haven’t been feeding her well, apparently. She looks tired, dirty and I’m sure I can see some blood on her too.

I stand her up and slowly take off her jumper and tracksuit bottoms. They clearly belong to a guy, but I don’t question her. That can come when she’s rested.

She looks at the floor the whole time. This is not the same woman we know. They’ve broken her. My anger boils and I want to punch my fist against the wall, but I know that it won’t help her right now.

When she’s naked, I ignore the bruises and marks on her body, I can’t look at them right now. I reach out and grab her, and she climbs me like a tree, hugging my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I walk her into the bathroom and can’t help but see Ramsey’s face when he looks at her back. Fuck! It must be worse than I thought. I turn her and sit her on the work surface so that I can get a look at her back. It’s horrendous, I can see welt lines where she’s clearly been beaten by something sharp. I have to rein in the anger, because I don’t want to scare her. Ramsey steps forward and lifts her. Her arms going around his neck and it’s only then I notice he’s down to his boxer shorts. He steps into the bath and takes her with him. Slowly lowering her to avoid the burn of the heat on her injuries.

He looks at me and I know that he feels the same way as me. We can talk later. Our first concern is Meghan. It’s always Meghan.

After she’s got used to the water, Ramsey washes her hair gently and I strip down to my boxers and step in front of her. I take a sponge and wash her body, gently. We can see all of her injuries and they look horrific, some of them will scar. She won’t look at us.

“Sweetheart, you need to look at me.”

“No. You’ll see I’m ugly. Look what he’s done to me.” Her voice is getting higher, the more agitated she becomes.

“You will never be ugly, sweetheart. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. We’ve ever met. You are also the bravest women we’ve met. I don’t know how you got out of there, but you did. You did that all on your own. We will make sure you don’t see him again.”

When she’s clean I step out and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I give one to Ramsey and then hold out a large bath sheet to her when she stands in the bath. I wrap it around her then lift her up. Ramsey uses one to dry her hair and then I carry her to the bed. Laying her down she curls into a ball. Like she is protecting herself from something.

“Are you hungry? Do you want some food? I can arrange some room service.” Ramsey picks up the menu to look through it.

“Can I just go to sleep for a while? I’m tired. I didn’t really sleep much because I didn’t know when he going to come and get me.” She can’t look us in the face. This tells us so much more about what happened to her.

Clearly, he didn’t just beat her. He abused her and I am going to torture him when I find him.

“Of course you can sweetheart. You sleep there in the middle of the bed. We have some things we need to do.”

“Don’t leave me!” She sits up and tears well in her face. Gone is our independent, sassy woman and in her place is a victim. I hate it.

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