Page 1 of Signed For Him

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Gray - 3 weeks earlier

"Have you checked on Charlie tonight? She's going to that party at the Clubhouse, isn't she?" I ask as he walks ahead of me. I hate that I could only watch her from a distance. At least he gets to see her, even if he does have to keep his distance. Not as though it seems he is doing a very good job at it.

This whole thing is the most fucked up situation I've ever found myself in, and I've been in some very fucking precarious situations before now, so that is seriously saying something.

"Yeah, she's got Crow and the shithead with her," he tells me.

He doesn't like Victor. I'm not exactly too keen on him myself. We knew Crow was an O'banian. Hell, I was the one that had helped him get into the Cobras to start the investigation into the club for his family so the whole merging shit could move on a bit quicker. Not as though anyone besides me and the fucker next to me knows that. Well, Crow, too, of course.

But Victor - he is a whole other issue. I don't know enough about him and I don't like that. I don't like that someone is around my sister that I haven't had the chance to fuck around with a bit to see his true colours first. I mean, I am not exactly thrilled about anyone being with my baby sister, but at least I trust Crow. I know he would do anything to protect her. It had started as an assignment, but even I saw the way they looked at each other before I left. It was the only reason I could leave and trust that she would be ok. I sigh at the thought.

Yeah, and look how that turned out, you idiot. Look at where you are now.

"What room did he say they'd be in?" I ask as we continue walking through the hallway towards the main rooms.

"197. They got a new girl in tonight. I dread to fucking think what they're doing to her. Apparently this one's into pain though, so they'll probably be ripping her up," he mutters as his face distorts in disgust.

Matt and his wannabe Danny class themselves as 'Doms'. From what I am aware of, that includes respect, consent, rules, and a safe word. None of those things are included in Matt and Danny's sex life. It is rape. Simple as that. No matter how willing girls are to come back with them, they are no longer interested when they realise they'll likely end up in hospital or - like too many of the girls I've seen carted out of here - dead. They meet girls on dating sites, claiming to be things they aren't, and then drug and drag them back to this slice of hell to ruin and rape them.

"Has Dad figured out that they're crossing him yet? Shit, even just their attitude should get them kicked out, shouldn't it?" I wonder aloud. My dad gives people too many chances. Like way too many chances.

He is a man so loyal to some stupid MC code that he doesn't even see what is right in front of him.

He had this vision of me taking over the MC after Liam is done, but I can’t think of anything worse. I don’t know exactly what I want to do or where I want to be in life, but running the Club and the Cobras is not it. I know that much. But then again, maybe now that I have seen this darkness I would have a better chance of taking charge and knowing a fucked up person when I meet them. There are definitely plenty of them here.

Matt and Danny had been planted into the Cobras before I left. At different times so as not to gain too much interest or query. I had no idea they were anything but your typical Class A fucking bastards until I got trapped here and he started telling me more than he should have.

Matt and Danny are lunatics. Legitimate psychopaths with no care or consideration for the women they break. They seem to think that because they don't have STIs and wear condoms most of the time that it is fine. It isn't.

And if I say anything? Charlie. Charlie is always the threat. Every single person here knows they only have to mention her name and I'll do anything they ask, and I fucking hate it.

I don't think I'd ever wished to be an only child. Even when Charlie was pissing me off as a kid or wanting to hang out with my friends when I didn't want her to, I never wished she wasn't there. But for the sake of my sanity and both of our freedoms, I wish I was an only child now, even if only so that they couldn't threaten me with her safety.

I have complete faith in Crow's ability to take care of her but then again, if you've got a bunch of twats planning and attempting to get to someone, there's only so much that one man can do.

I look to my right and find he's slowed down to match my pace. He isn't any more keen on this than I am.

It isn't exactly a friendship me and this fucker have, but while we're both stuck in a scenario we don't want to be in, we definitely trust each other more than anyone else in this shithole.

"Nope. No one likes them, but you know what your dad's like. He thinks he has to have evidence of bad behaviour to kick them out. He won't just do it because they're twats," He huffs out as we round the corner.

My head shakes of its own accord, mad at my dad for being too trusting. Mad at myself for landing myself here. Mad at Charlie for being vulnerable and someone I care so highly for. Worst bit is, I knew my mum was in with some bad people. I knew there was a chance they'd get to me before I got to them, but what I didn't expect was to be carted off by a whole other fucking band of bastards while I was busy worrying about my mother’s men.

"I swear to god, if I have to act happy when I walk in and see them carving up some poor girl again, I'm gonna lose my mind." The minute I show even an ounce of disgust at what the animals in this place do to women is the same moment they use Charlie's freedom against me. They know she is my weakness and I can’t fucking stand it, but if being a prisoner here means that she is safe then I'll survive it for as long as I have to.

"Just smile and wave. They'll be going to see the boss and then we can get the girl to the doctor. Problem solved." He says it like it's so simple. I've been taught my whole life to protect women, to love and care for them.

He's so used to seeing screwed up and messed up shit that I don't think it phases him anymore. Well, no, that's a lie. It does. I know it does. I can see it in the twitch of his eye that he tries to hide every time we walk in on something gruesome or every time he's tortured and hurt as punishment for caring for Charlie, but he handles it a lot better than I do. Maybe if I'd grown up the way he had then I would too.

I'd asked him once how he managed to see the women be treated so badly and do nothing about it. He told me that you can respect women all you like but that doesn't mean that everyone else will too.

I might be gay and so the whole holding the woman and loving her thing doesn't apply, but that doesn't change the fact that I still respect fuck out of the women around me - whether I know them or not. I hate the fucked up things the men here did to the girls they take, but I can't do a thing about it without more threats to Charlie's life.

You go out on a mission to find your mother and you end up held hostage and threatened. I know how to land myself in the furnace of fuck ups, that's for sure.

"Here we go, this one," he says as he taps my back, gives me a fake smile and encourages me to do the same before opening the door and motions for me to enter first.

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