Page 6 of Reign
Yeah, I knew I would like it. My blood feels like ice in my veins at that sick fuckers name. Prick is pure fucking evil.
“Sam dug a little more and said our Vegas chapter was also hunting him. So, it might be worth reaching out to Maddog and asking if they have seen Raven.”
It's a good idea, I pull my phone from inside my cut and step outside to make the call I am dreading.
“Hello” he answers after a few rings
“Maddog, Its Reign from Memphis”
“Now then brother, how's life?”
“Not so good. I am hoping you can help me?”
“If I can you know we will,” something in his voice tells me he knows why I might be calling
“We are trying to reach Tyre's sister Raven. She’s a bounty hunter who we think might be in your area chasing a skip. Can you see if anyone has seen her or keep an eye out? It is life or death we reach her”
“Life or Death?”
“Her dad has been taken ill; it is not good Maddog. She needs to be here to say goodbye”
“Fuck, okay I will pass the message on”
“You know where she is?” Fuck!
“Prez to Prez. Yeah, I know where she is but have been asked not to say. I will pass the urgent message on but brother, I will not break her confidence.”
“I can understand that. I don’t like it but I understand it. I appreciate you passing the message along”
“Talk soon”
The line drops and I know whatever is happening I am going to lose my shit over it. I can feel it in my bones. Shit will be coming at us from both sides.
Four - Raven
The dochas patched me up and told me to rest. Maddog has let me stay in a room at the clubhouse and has promised not to tell anyone I am here. No, he wasn’t happy about it. We came to the compromise that if anyone asked, he would say he knew where I was and would pass a message on but wouldn’t give details. I could live with that.
My injuries are not as bad as I first thought. The ones on the outside anyway. My neck is bruised and sore. Talking and swallowing hurts but the ice chips Manic got me are working a treat. My ribs are bruised but nothing is broken, same for my face.
I am battered and bruised but whole. Inside is a different matter. No, technically he didn’t rape me but he touched me in a private place without my consent. That to me is still rape. I did not give him permission to put his hand or fingers anywhere near my pussy. He took that from me.
I’ve had several showers now, trying to wash the feel of his hands on my skin. My breasts have finger marks on them so I keep myself covered up, then I don’t have to look at them. I tried to sleep earlier but woke from a nightmare of reliving it again. Manic heard me and came to check on me.
He was so sweet and offered to stay with me so I felt safe. I won’t tell anyone how sweet he is as I don't want to ruin his badass image or street creed. But I did feel safer knowing he was in the room with me and managed to sleep.
It's been a whole 24 hours since it happened and I am starting to feel a little better about it. I can’t hide here forever. Tyler is in custody and can’t hurt anyone anymore. I need to learn the valuable lessons this has taught me. Once I am home, I need to get back in the gym and brush up on my fighting skills.
More self-defense classes and training harder. Women shouldn’t need to train like this but it is now a fact of life while low-life scum such as Tyler think they own women and can take whatever they want, just because they are men and have money.
A knock on the door comes and I call out for whoever to come in.
Maddog comes in and finds me curled up in the middle of the bed, flicking through the channels on the TV.
“You, okay?” He asks, perching himself on the side of the bed.
“I'm getting there,” I answer honestly
“Glad to hear it girly. You know if you need anything, ask?”
