Page 37 of Stranger Gifts

“I’m gone too, Killer. You’ve gone too far,” said another man.

Within minutes, they were all gone. He was left sitting by himself inside a crumbling clubhouse for a biker club with no bikes. They had no money. No drugs. No women and he damn sure couldn’t get all of that by himself.

Ferdinand would be there in only a few days. If he didn’t have something for him, he was a dead man. He’d been in worse situations. He couldn’t remember any at the moment but he definitely had been in them.

He’d find someone to help him and when he did, he’d make sure that the whole damn world knew he was back with vengeance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Kari and Kat stared at the woman seated across from them, shocked by her admission and addition to the case.

“So, there was a witness who saw it all but doesn’t want to come forward?” asked Kari.

“Yes. She says she doesn’t have to because she has a relationship with the man and his son that did this to me. It’s her son as well.”

“Who is this woman?” asked Kat.

“She is a nun at the convent.” You could have knocked them both over with a feather. Staring at Jenna, Kari leaned back and shook her head.

“Jenna, why wouldn’t you have told us this? This is important. She’s withheld evidence and tried to manipulate the trial by manipulating you.”

“I know. I mean, I thought I knew but I thought I was doing what was right. She was raped as well, by the head of the biker gang. The man that beat me, raped me, the one that died in prison was her son.”

“Jesus,” muttered Kat. “Are you alright, Jenna?”

“I’m fine. I mean, I don’t know. I’m angry at her. I’m angry that she asked this of me, I’m angry that she didn’t help me. I guess I’m just angry.”

“Rightfully so, honey. That woman should have helped you. The fact that she didn’t says an awful lot about her. Plus, I think she may be struggling with some psychiatric issues if she honestly believes that she should, or could, have a relationship with this man.”

“I thought so, too but I’m not an expert in these things.”

“You don’t have to be an expert to know when something is wrong, honey. We no longer have to worry about Weaver, but we obviously have to worry about his father, and potentially his biological mother. That worries me,” said Kari.

“Maybe I should leave,” she whispered.

“No. No, you cannot leave,” said Kat. “Listen to us, Jenna. If you attempt to leave here he will find you and it will end worse than before. Do not expose yourself to this man.”

They sat quietly in the late afternoon breezes of the grove. Others walked around them, but didn’t listen to their conversation. Then they all turned at the very loud disruption.

“Stay away from me!” said Samantha.

“Sam, Samantha, honey, you have to listen to me. He’ll kill us both if we don’t help him,” said her father.

“You’re sick! You make me sick!” she yelled. “Go. You go and see what happens to you. He doesn’t give a damn about you and neither do I. You would sell your own daughter. Again! To a maniac rapist psychopath. You know what? You guys make a great team. Go. But leave me the hell alone.”

Samantha walked swiftly past the grove and toward the offices. When Sam tried to follow his daughter, four men stopped him in his tracks.

“I believe the lady said to leave her alone,” said Gabe.

“She’s my daughter!”

“You damn sure never treated her like one,” said Antoine. “I don’t think you deserve a girl like that. You’re so caught up in your own greed you’re willing to sell her again to that maniac.”

“None of you understand what this is going to turn into. You don’t get it.”

“Then enlighten us,” said Angel. “Tell us what we’re not seeing. After all, you called Clayton to generously offer your help.”

He jerked his head upward, staring at the faces around him.

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