Page 43 of The Biker's Second Chance
JAYNE
It takes me a second to realize the truck has come to a stop in front of the clubhouse. I’m deep in my own mind trying to erase what happened back at that party.
It’s not the fact that Spike had to bed me in front of those creeps. In fact I’m pretty sure I’d like Spike to do that to me over and over again.
It’s the evilness I felt coming from them. The disgusting words. If Spike didn’t do everything in his power to keep me focused on him I’m not sure I would’ve made it through.
Thankfully though I did.
I’m safe now back at the clubhouse. Safe with my family.
I take a deep breath and open the door so I can get out. The minute my feet touch the ground, a group of women surround me.
“Is it true? Really. Were they really going to sell us to be sex slaves. They were going to torture us?” A twenty something year old woman stops me.
“Yes, it’s true. That is least of it. Some of the women are brutal disfigured before they are sent to their final destination. Becoming a sex slave would have been the least of your worries.”
The woman’s face drops and I watch as the reality of what she just escaped dawned on her.
Rumble comes up beside me and grabs hold of the woman and another to take them into the clubhouse. “We’ve got them, you get some rest.” Rumble nods one and I swear I see something like respect in his eyes. Is it possible he already knows what has happened back at that party.
No, it can’t be. Not yet.
I push the thought out of my head as I look around one last time at the girls who are now being attended to. It’s true everything that happened back at that party is going to stay with me forever but at least I know we won this round. Xavier and the Burning Souls got exactly what was coming to them. A loss.
***
It’s been hours since we’ve gotten back from that party, it’s nearly four in the morning but no matter how many ways I tried to close my eyes. I just cant seem to go to sleep.
It doesn’t take me long to figure out why I’m so on edge. It’s simply because I know Spike is still at odds with what’s happen.
I hate that this has effected him so much and the longer I lay here and think about it the more I know that I have to help him. The same way he helped me through what should’ve been one of the worst moments of my life. He was strong for me. Now I need to be strong for him.
I grab my robe and drape it over my body, tying the rope around my waist before I open the door to my room and look out into the main area. None of the women from the party are out there but I do see Rumble and Lash out in the main area talking with one of the girls who I know stays around to run the bar. A sweetbutt. I never really cared for the women who like tolink themselves to the club in that way but I’m not here to judge. Rumble and Lash spy me sneaking out of my room but none of them say anything to me. In fact they both turn there backs on me as if to say they don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Like it’s my place in Spike’s room.
I don’t bother to knock on the door. If Spike’s feeling even a little of what I felt earlier than I know he’s not going to be able to sleep either.
I push open his door and just like I suspected he’s sitting up in his bed, his shirt off and his boots tossed on the floor. A bottle of bourbon, half gone between his legs.
“Jayne, what are you doing up? You should be getting some rest.” His voice is is clear. At least I know he’s not drunk.
“I can’t get any rest. Too much…” I start and I realize what I’m admitting to. That what happened today was enough to scar me.
He winces and I rush over to him. Instead of allowing me to get close to him he scoots over to the other edge of the bed.
“Spike don’t shut me out.” I reach over to touch him and he moves away again.
“Don’t do that. I know you don’t want me near you. I’m just giving you the space you deserve.”
“I never asked for space.” I get closer to him.
“You didn’t have to ask, Jayne. I mean… how could… I assaulted you.” He whispered in a gritty voice.
“Spike listen to me.” Instead of turning in my direction he turns away. “Spike.” I grab hold of his face and force him to look at me. I can see the pain in his eyes. It’s consuming him.
“You didn’t assault me.” I smile at him as tenderly as I can.
“Jayne, you’re not just going to let me get away with what I did,” once again he tries to pull away.
