Page 38 of Loki
“I’m ready.”
The doctor nodded. “Where you raped?”
Shit, he definitely didn’t waste any time.
I took another breath and released it. “He only stuck his fingers inside me.” A tear slipped from my eye, and I quickly wiped it away. I was so tired of crying. “No other penetration happened.”
“Who?” Joshua asked, his voice devoid of any emotion.
I looked at him and while I heard no emotion in his voice, the pure rage reflected in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He was out for blood.
“Owen Decker. Did you get him?”
He shook his head. “No but when I do, he’s fucking dead.”
Was it wrong for me to want that to happen? Was it wrong for me to want him to suffer just as much as he made us suffer?
I was so scared that Decker had too much power to leave it up to the police to handle. Some very high-ranking police officers had to be on in his payroll because there was no way something this sinister happened and no one in law enforcement knew about it.
Maybe Joshua taking care of it is the best way to handle him. But what will the fallout be for him?
“Are you sure that’s all that happened?” the doctor asked. I tore my gaze away from Joshua and focused back on the doctor. “I would like to get you the necessary prescriptions to stop pregnancy as well as treatment for possible STD’S. We can do a rape kit…”
“No, only his fingers,” I said, my voice trembling as I interrupted his statement.
Joshua’s thumb brushed back and forth across my knuckles providing me some comfort.
“And the bruises on your neck?”
With my other hand, I reached up and gently ran my fingers along the rough, bruised skin. Memories came rushing back to me, causing me to drop my hand.
“Umm…he strangled me.”
“And I assume the marks on your wrists and ankles are from being restrained at some point,” the doctor said. “Am I right?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “When I woke up after I tried to escape, I was tied to a bed, and he got pissed off at something I said.”
“What about the marks on your hands?” the doctor asked.
I looked at Joshua. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this question. Did I tell them I killed someone? It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, but would that get me into any kind of trouble?
“You can tell Doc anything, Nikki, no matter how bad it is. It won’t leave the clubhouse.”
I looked to the doctor, and he nodded. “I promise it will stay between us, Ms. Honoré,” the doctor said.
I inhaled deeply, feeling the tension build as I prepared to confess the crime I had committed. Did I feel bad about it? No, I didn’t and if I had to do it again, I would.
“I killed someone when I tried to escape the second time. I’m not sorry I did it either. That’s how I got the gashes on my hand. I stab him with a shard of the lamp base I used to hit him with.”
“Do you know who he was?” Joshua asked.
I feel like such an idiot for falling for the shit Dylan or Milo pulled. I should have been smarter about keeping my mouth shut about the story I had been working on. It was too important.
“He was the man who took me from the parking lot of the motel. I knew him as Dylan. We kind of had a thing. Nothing serious. But Decker called him Milo.”
Joshua nodded then focused back on the doctor.
“Did Decker do the bite mark too?” the doctor asked.
