Page 34 of True Me

“I’m on the outskirts of town where the old huntin’ cabins are. It’s the first one after you turn onto the dirt road. I’m listenin’ to him scream at Rebel right now but I can’t see what’s goin’ on because the window is boarded up. I don’t know how much damage has been done to her but she’s not respondin’ to him,” I inform him as I listen to Eagle flipping his shit in the background and realize why he’s having such a horrible reaction right now.

“I’ve got Hawk here and he’s listenin’ to where you are. He’s pullin’ up the blueprints of the place now. Once he has them, we’ll head out to you. Don’t move and don’t go inside on your own. The only thing that’s gonna happen is you’ll end up puttin’ Rebel at risk. Is Fawn there?” Reaper questions me, his voice getting softer as I listen to him move through the clubhouse.

“I haven’t heard her yet. For now, I’m gonna keep listenin’ and figure out what he’s doin’ to her. I’ll see you guys when you get here,” I tell Reaper before hanging up the phone and going back to listening to what’s going on inside the cabin.

I listen back at the window and hear Chad still going off on Rebel. It’s all about signing the paperwork and turning her money over to him. Then, I hear Fawn’s voice and she starts yelling and screaming at Rebel right along with Chad. The two of them don’t last long before they’re beating on Rebel once again. My girl doesn’t scream out in pain as she takes the beating from them. I want to bust in there and save her, but I know Reaper’s right and I can’t go in all on my own. Not when I can’t be sure it’s just the two of them in the cabin. All the cabin windows are boarded up and I know there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to fucking get the boards off without alerting them inside to my presence. This shit is worse than not being able to do anything as my fists start clenching and unclenching at my side while my entire body shakes with rage and my heart races faster than ever before. My entire chest is tight and hurts more than I’ve ever experienced.

“Hold the fucking paper and I’ll make her sign it,” Fawn screeches and I can’t believe Eagle ever hired her for Entice to begin with. She has trouble written all over her.

“If you force her or make her sign it by holding her hand, the signature won’t look like hers and the paperwork won’t go through. Fawn, we have to think about this shit,” Chad says, trying to reason with Fawn despite her not listening to him.

“Explain to them that she’s got a broken wrist and that’s why her signature is off,” Fawn states as if that’s a good enough reason.

“Fawn! That’s not gonna work. At that point, they’ll want to see her in person. If you didn’t break her fucking wrist, we wouldn’t be in this situation at all. That’s why I left her hands the fuck alone. You had to take out your anger and need for your next fix on her instead of going to get high,” Chad says, his voice cold as fuck as I try to find another way to see in the cabin.

“Shut the fuck up, Chad. Let’s get this done,” she tries again as I hear their voices start to fade and I have a feeling they’re moving in the cabin away from Rebel. Still, I won’t chance them learning I’m out here.

Moving around the cabin again, I find Chad and Fawn on the opposite side of the small structure. They’re still arguing and screaming at one another about Rebel signing the paperwork. The longer they go back and forth with one another, the less likely they’ll be to go back to Rebel and hurt her even more. For now, I’ll be staying back here and listen to them so I can keep an eye on them to ensure neither one of them gets any closer to Rebel again. That’s my job for now and I’m more than happy to do it.

Chapter Nineteen

Rebel

STILL SITTING IN thefucking chair, my body is on fire. I’m no longer in pain like I was as every inch of my skin hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. My eyes are now swollen shut and I have no clue how much time has passed since I was able to actually see anything around me. I’ve had to rely on my other senses and that’s hard with the amount of pain I’m in. My world seems to be fuzzy and hazy while Fawn makes it all worse when she’s in here screeching like a fucking banshee. Her voice grates on my nerves and The last thing I want to do is listen to her more than any other time I’ve had the displeasure of interacting with her. At least for now Fawn and Chad aren’t in here with me. They’re off somewhere else arguing with one another because they want to force me to sign the damn papers and turn all of my money over to the dumb fuck.

Chad let it slip that he's dealing with a loan shark and owes money to them he hasn’t been able to pay for a while. He’s run out of time to pay the amount off or they’re gonna go after his parents before coming for him. The selfish prick is more worried about himself than he is about his parents and what could possibly happen to them. I have heard stories about the kind of people these guys are and what they’ll do. They won’t simply take Chad’s mom and hold her for ransom to get their money back. They’ll beat, rape, and torture her until he cracks and ends up coming up with the money. If his mother lives through it, she’ll never be the same again. They want to ruin his father’s career and they’ll ensure it happens. If he’s as horrible as I believe he is, they’ll have a ton of dirt on him. However they choose to use that information is up to them, but they don’t ever let people borrow money unless they have plenty of dirt on everyone in their lives to ensure they get paid back again. Fawn will be the next one they threaten.

Fawn is the one who broke my hand. It’s her fault I can’t sign the papers they’re dying for me to sign over to them. She came in after work in a fit of rage and beat the hell out of me even more. There are a ton of cuts and bruises on my body and I can feel dried blood. I’ve been dreaming of taking a shower and washing all of this grime and filth off of me. To have my skin feel as if it’s not stretched thin or as if it’s coated in my blood. Hell, I know I won’t be able to take a shower anytime soon with the amount of wounds I have on my body and how damaged I truly am right now. Still, it doesn’t hurt to dream when I’m not thinking of Eagle and Cash.

When it comes to the two of them, I dream of the life I will have with them. Of us building our futures together and making a million and one memories. There is no way in hell I can believe that I won’t get out of here and live my life with them. They’re going to come for me as soon as they figure out where the hell I am. This is hurting my men and I know that deep down in my soul. When I think of the two of them, I want to break down and cry. Right now, tears are the last things I need to have because my eyes and face hurt so damn much and they only make it even worse. So, I try to force my thoughts away from the guys and how they make me feel and how I see our lives going in the future.

I let my body relax as much as possible because when I hold myself tight and coiled with tension, it makes the pain even more intense. So, when those two aren’t in the room with me, I relax and try to stay out of my head as much as possible so I don’t remain tense at all times. This is the kind of shit I have to consciously think about because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to relax at all. The only thing I refuse to do is fall asleep because that’s when the really horrible things happen. I made that mistake once and it’s the day Fawn cut me even more before breaking my wrist. I wasn’t out of my sleep enough as she came in fueled by her rage to protect myself in any capacity since my wrists are still released from whatever was tying me to the chair. Since then, I haven’t let myself go to sleep for any reason.

Exhaustion is making me shake as my stomach growls to the lack of food and water I’ve been given since I’ve been here. It could be hours or days since Chad originally beat the fuck out of me and brought me here. I think that might actually be the hardest part about this entire thing—not having the slightest clue how long I’ve been away from my men. The knowledge that they’re gonna beat the hell out of themselves until I’m back with them.

With my hearing even better than normal, it sounds as if someone is outside the boarded up window behind me. Straining to hear any kind of noise again, all I hear are Fawn and Chad coming even closer to me than before. She’s still screaming and yelling at him while I hear a third set of footsteps added to theirs and a cold chill runs through me. What the fuck is going on here and why the hell is someone else here with them?

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