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“She actually laughed and get this, she told me it was the club welcoming me in. She did nothing, but blamed me, and said it was my fault, so I left. I went to the hospital and they done a rape exam. I didn’t tell them I knew some of the people who raped me at the hospital. I knew if the club could rape and beat me they could easily put a bullet in my head. I was in so much pain and had to make sure that nothing was going to kill me, that I wasn't internally bleeding and get a morning after pill. The exam confirmed that five men had raped me maybe more but since most wore condoms the five who didn’t was the only DNA found. I was a virgin, Talon. I was saving myself foryou, but that was stolen too."

She put her head on my chest, embarrassed to look at me now that the whole truth of that night is finally out. My chest grows tight, my hands involuntarily make a fist and I’m angrier than I’ve ever been in my life. I loved Kelsey with everything in me and when she left I lost a part of my soul. How could my father have done this? How could my brothers look me in the face after what they did to the person I loved?”

"I’ll take it to church Kelsey, but no matter the vote, I'll help you get your justice. Your vengeance is my vengeance," I inform her as I wipe her tears away and kiss my girl's forehead.

Chapter15

Kelsey

18…Then

"Hey Sam, I need a number 14!" God, I hate this job, slinging fried food to people all night long. My feet are killing me and I'm ready to go home. My last customer of the night looks homeless and smells of rotten garbage. I have to hold my breath as I serve his food.

"Sir, we are closing in ten minutes," I say, as I start getting the napkin holders refilled.Just hurry the fuck up, mister. I think to myself. I walk to the back to grab my purse and when I come back to the front the dirty man is gone.

"All clear, Sam. Goodnight." I slip out the door and down the alleyway to my studio apartment. The night is cool, and it's dark. There’s a light thumping as if someone is walking behind me, but try to ignore them.It's just my imagination.I keep telling myself over and over.

Involuntarily, I speed up. My steps quickening as I come to the end of the alley. This isn’t my usual route home. How did I get so turned around? In my near panic, a hand reaches out from the darkness and grabs me. I try to scream, but I can't. Whoever pulled me into the shadows covers my mouth.

The blood is pumping so fast in my veins I can hear it rushing in my ears. I'm anxious, but I know that I'm going to have to defend myself and run. The guy turns me facing him, hands holding mine to my side. I headbutt him as hard as I can. There’s a crunch and a warm shower spray on my face. I’ve busted his nose. I kick him in the groin, causing him to groan and double over. Taking the opportunity, I run as fast as I can away from the guy.

The feet pound against the pavement and my side burns from exertion, but I am too slow. I’m pulled down to the ground. He grabs me again, and I fight, scratch, and kick him, but he only tightens his grasp. A whimper escapes my throat as I struggle. My muscles are burning from the losing battle against this stranger. Something stabs my leg in the struggle though, and I remember my switchblade. I pull it out of my pocket and slice his forearm. He stumbles back. His eyes are wide in shock as he looks down at the nasty cut I gave him. This is my chance. I jut to my feet and jab the knife into his neck. Blood squirts from his jugular, splashing my neck and chest. It’s warm like standing under a hot shower.

I’m paralyzed as I look down at the man who thought he could snatch me up. It’s the guy from the restaurant. Crimson that looks black in the night, spurts from his mouth as he chokes on his own blood. When the light in his eyes dies and his mouth is stuck in a frozen cry for help, I scream for help, but of course no one comes. I'm all alone.

My thighs and lungs burn as I run the rest of the way to my apartment. There is blood all over me that’s now dry and itchy. As soon as I jolt through the door, I sling my stained shirt into the trash and race to the shower to scrub the remaining gore off of me.

My fingerprints are all over the knife. I have to go back. I have to get that knife or they’ll put me in jail. I pull at the roots of my hair.Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. I dry myself off and grab some fresh clothes to throw on.

The night is still young as I rush back to the alley where I’d stabbed my attacker, but he’s gone, disappeared. There is no blood, and no body. Did my anxiety riddled mind make it up? At least, I didn't murder him. I'm not a killer,yet.

Chapter16

Storm

Banging on the door wakes me up from a dreamless sleep. "Boss, are you okay in there?" The deep voice of Chyna on the other side jerks me to life as I remember the night before. I must’ve cried myself to sleep, sitting on Talon's lap. While he held me.Oh shit!

"Yeah, Chyna girl, I'm up,” I yell, lifting my head off the couch.

“Just making sure you are okay!” She bellows. Her steps grow more distant the further she walks off down the hallway.

I scan around the room. Talon's room. Wait, I’m not in his office anymore. He must’ve carried me to his bed after I fell asleep.

The bedroom is plain with no details of any personality at all. Just basic necessities. The bathroom just has men’s toiletries, and no decorations on the walls or anything showing Talon's individuality. I open his closet to find jeans, tee shirts, and a few pairs of boots. That's all that is in there.Maybe he has another place where he lives, there's no way he stays here all the time.

One of my girls must’ve brought my bags in for me. I take an old crumpled up picture of Talon and me and stick it up on his dresser mirror. It’s of happier times. I’m wondering what Talon will do when he sees it though. The fact that I’ve kept it this whole time has to mean something.

After the long ride here, my skin feels as if there’s a layer of dust covering it. I should take a well-deserved hot shower to wash off the road dirt and the shame of having to relive my past.

I put on a pair of black tight jeans and a lacey red bra and black tank top. My hair is long now so I run a comb through it and tie it in a messy bun on top of my head. I apply some cherry chapstick. This is my go to look these days, nothing sexy or hot. Just me. I check my phone and send a text to Bear and Quinn to check on things before heading downstairs to find Talon.

As I make my way through the main room of the clubhouse to the kitchen, I pause at the room to the right, the billiard room. My stomach flip flops as a wave of nausea hits me. Nope, never ever stepping foot in there. I shiver, holding my arms over my chest and mosey on to the dining area where Siren and Trinity are eating with Talon and a few other guys.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, eyeing Siren as she takes a bite of toast.

"I asked them to eat breakfast." Talon pops up from his chair and remarks, “I let you sleep in and the big girl..."

"Chyna," I correct.

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