Page 34 of Pedal to the Metal
“Come on in, babygirl. We need to talk,” Prez tells her. She hesitates briefly before closing the door and moving to the chair next to Sketch.
“Sooo . . . what’s going on?” she asks.
“Why don’t you tell us what the fuck happened with your ex?” Sketch shoots out at her. Prez gives him a look that shuts him up. I move over to Minx and crouch down by her chair.
“Kitty, tell us what happened. We all just want to keep you safe,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. She drops her head and sighs.
“I told them about the text, Savi,” Buster says. “They need to know everything.”
Minx takes a deep breath and the starts talking. “About two years ago, I started dating this guy name Brody. The first year was good. It was pretty normal, or as normal as it can be outside the club. Buster and Shade weren’t his biggest fans, but I chalked it up to them just being protective. Shortly after Brody and I celebrated our one year anniversary, things began to change.”
She pauses, taking another deep breath.
“It started out with him getting jealous of me spending time with Buster and the guys, and some verbal abuse. I would just brush it off. If he was really that insecure about me hanging out with them, then I figured he’d just break up with me. Then he started trying to control everything I did, who I hung out with. That caused an argument and he smacked me, so I left. I told him it was over. He tried to apologize and get me back for maybe two weeks before his whole attitude changed. He started threatening and stalking me. Buster and Shade made sure one of them was with me at all times. Making sure I stayed safe.”
My hand starts to ache from clenching my fist so tight. The thought of this fucker laying a hand on Minx pisses me the fuck off. She continues her story.
“Fast forward to January, I left work to run a quick errand, thinking I’d be quick enough, I’d be okay.”
I roll my head from side to side, cracking my neck. Tears are forming in her eyes. Nothing could prepare me for what she tells us next.
“I got to one of our sister stores to pick up a few parts. I got out of my car and four guys I had never seen before grabbed me and dragged me to the nearest alley. They started beating me. Hitting and kicking me as hard as they could. They beat me within inches of my life.”
Her tears are falling at this point. My blood is boiling and I’m up pacing the room, barely able to contain my anger. I want to find these mother fuckers and make them suffer.
“The last thing I remember before blacking out is hearing Brody call me a biker whore. When I woke up, I was in the hospital surrounded by Rivet, Buster, and the guys.”
“I received an anonymous call at the shop telling me where I could find her,” Buster adds, anger lacing his voice. “I called the guys. Told Clutch to go get Rivet, and had Diesel and Shade meet me where I was told I could find Minx. When we got to her, her breathing was so shallow I didn’t think she was breathing. We got her to the hospital and she didn’t wake up for three days. Rivet, Shade, and I never left her side,” Buster tells us.
“What happened after that? What happened to your ex?” Sketch peppers Minx with questions. I’m too afraid to talk right now. If I try to talk, I know I’ll lose my cool.
“I stayed in the hospital until March. I have no idea what happened to Brody,” she tells us.
“I had my guys, Maverick and Drifter, try to track him down. They couldn’t find him. It was as if he just fell off the face of the earth.” Buster clenches and unclenches his fists. “When she was released from the hospital, we took her and Rivet to Drifter’s cousin’s house in Midland. They stayed there until they came back here.”
I’m not sure how Prez is staying so calm during all this. I’m going to need to hit the gym or something to work off some of this anger. Minx is hiding her face in her hands, still crying. I move over to her and sit on the floor in front of her chair. I pull her into my lap and just hold her.
“Buster, do you think you could give Brody’s info to Tech so he can work his magic to find this fucker?” Prez asks Buster.
“Yes, sir,” he responds.
I start gently rocking Minx from side to side.
“It’s going to be okay, Kitty. That son of a bitch won’t come near you ever again,” I whisper to her and kiss her forehead.
