Page 14 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
The card falls from my hand and I scoot as far away from the box and the hateful card as I can. I end up crouched under one of the small tables, trying to stay grounded. I’m fighting not to get lost in my own head. I should call for help. My phone is on the bar, next to the box. I’m frozen as the words from the card replay in my head.
Who could be doing this? What do they want?
Tucking my knees to my chest and retreating into the safety of my own world is all I can do. I know I should get up, get help. I feel like I did all those years ago.
Helpless.
His retreating footsteps give me no comfort. The damage is already done. He took a piece of me that I’ll never get back.
I should get up.
I should go find one of the boys.
Then I hear his threats.
“They won’t believe you. I’m their brother. You’re just the bitch that cleans up after us. Even if they did believe you, you really think they’ll get rid of me because of it? Say one word and I’ll fucking kill you.” His voice vibrated in my ear as his hand tightened its grip on my hair.
I can feel my skin ripping.
Even though he has walked away from me I know that I’ll never rid myself of him.
“What the fuck!” I jumped at the loud voice. “Tracie!”
I don’t move. I should call out to him.
“Find her!” His voice echoes off the walls.
He came back.
As he takes a step, his foot hits the card laying on the floor. He picks it up and as his eyes scan the words he lets out a roar.
I see other people moving around but I can’t take my eyes off him.
The man I want to rescue me.
The man who could also destroy everything I am.
His eyes meet mine, and in a second he rushes over to me. His hands grab my arms as he pulls me against his chest.
“I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t here.”
I don’t answer him.
I’m used to being alone.
Chapter Nine
Torch
When I walked into the club and saw that box of fucked up shit I didn’t know what to think. I was instantly filled with fear that something had happened to her. I didn’t follow her here right away because I needed time to get over the fact that she once again pushed me away.
If something happened to her it would be my fault, and I’d never forgive myself. Then my eyes met hers and seeing that she was here calmed me. Pulling her out from under that table, I held her to me trying to ease her nerves. She was shaking. The fear written all over her face gutted me. She shouldn’t have been here alone.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” She doesn’t answer me and hasn’t moved since I pulled her out from under there. I stand up taking her with me and walk over to one of the couches lining the wall. Once I put her down I can’t help the need to inspect her, and make sure she wasn’t hurt in any way. “What happened?”
She doesn’t speak, just stares straight past me.
“Trace, listen, I know that you’re scared but I need you to talk to me.” My hands brace the sides of her face.
