Filthy Bastard (Grim Bastards MC) (12 page)

Even though I promised myself that I would never speak, I know this time I’m going to have to break my vow. If not, he could hurt me worse. With pain already racing through my body, I’m not sure if I could walk out of here on my own if he laid another hand on me. In fact, my mind would probably shut down if he did.

“I don’t know why you think I was lying,” I say as I stand up, wincing with every shift of my body, and walk across the room to my discarded jeans. “I already told you. Trix and I were in Alabama. We needed a break from school.”

“Oh, Adyson. I’m so disappointed in you.” He lets out a chuckle, sounding nearly insane. “I already told you that was a lie. I checked out your credit cards and your savings account. They weren’t used the entire time you were away, there weren’t any withdrawals, and your phone was in Trenton, Tennessee the entire time.”

My heart skips a beat as I take in his words. He tracked me, tracked every fucking move I made. “I didn’t use my credit cards, only what cash I had on me. Trix paid for everything else, and we both left our phones in her car.”

“I checked your car while you were visiting with Alex, and you didn’t drive it to Alabama. If you had, there would be more miles on it,” he shouts angrily, sitting up in the bed. “Now, tell me the truth. You will tell me where you ran off to, or I’ll go home and give your sweet sister the same punishment I just gave you.”

My heart rate kicks up and sweat pops out on my forehead, as I realize that Alex and I are never going to get away from him. Fear fills me, making me forget my pain. The truth is on the tip of my tongue, but I push it back. There’s no way I’m telling him about Brew or the club, no damn way am I bringing them into this mess.

“Okay, fine,” I say, doing my best to come up with a lie that he will believe. “We went to Vegas, but Trix’s dad would kill her if he found out, so we left everything behind and had one of the club whores drop us off at the airport.”

His brow goes up, letting me know he’s not falling for my story. My mind starts to run, trying to think of what to say next. Only one thing comes to mind, the truth. Well, a hint of the truth. I hope like hell it will be enough to get him off my ass for a while.

“I had to get away for a little while,” I say, taking in a deep breath. “My life hasn’t been going as planned lately, so I needed a break. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do. It wasn’t fair to my family, letting them worry like I did. Still, I needed to get away.”

“I’m disappointed in you, Little Bit.” Blake looks at me and gives a slight shake to his head. “I’ll give you until next week, but I will have the truth one way or another, even if it means making your sister pay for your sins.”

Ignoring his threat, I grab my jeans and start to pull them on, not even worrying about the panties I’m leaving behind. I can’t hold back the moan of pain as I pull them up my bruised and bloodied thighs. It takes all my willpower to keep from running to the bathroom and washing his semen off of me right this moment.

Blake has never been rough like this. This time, if he wasn’t pinching and grabbing parts of my body, he was clawing at my skin until he drew blood. It’s like he wanted me to have a reminder from this day, as if the fact of being with him at all isn’t bad enough. I know there will be bruises on my breasts and thighs, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have finger marks on my neck. He had his hand so tight around my throat that, at one point, I almost passed out.

I finally get my pants pulled up and buttoned, so I slip on my shoes and turn around to look at him. I try to paste a smile on my face as I shake my head. When his eyes narrow, I hang my head and attempt to think of the words he wants to hear.

“I’m not lying,” I say, still trying to sound believable. “Do you think I would lie to you, after what you just did?”

His eyes narrow dangerously on me as he says, “I think you lie every time you open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Sometimes, I swear he knows every damn thing going on in my head. He’s never come right out and said he knows what Alex and I have planned, but something inside me thinks he knows. That something scares the hell out of me. Turning away from him, I walk toward the door. Not saying a word, I open it and start to walk out, hoping I can hold it together until I’m away from him. Blake’s voice has me looking back to the bed.

“Make sure to cover your bruises for graduation. If not, your sister will worry,” he says, sliding his hand up and down his limp dick. “I’ll still see you next week, bruises or not, and I’ll expect the truth or it will go a lot worse for you. I will not tolerate lying.”

I rush out of there as fast as my sore legs can take me. I can already tell this pain is gonna be worse tomorrow, if that’s even possible. I keep my eyes to the floor as I run down the hall and get into the elevator. There’s no stopping the tears that are running down my cheeks. When the elevator doors open, I head for the front door as quickly as I can, hoping to get out of the hotel with what dignity I have left.

Brew

AFTER MY
talk with Trix, I have to give it one more shot with Addy. She deserves it and so do I, but it isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. She isn’t answering her fucking phone, and she isn’t at the dorm. Instead, I happen to drive past her as she’s pulling into a hotel parking lot. The thought of what she’s doing there nearly causes me to crash my damn bike.

I circle around, pulling into the parking lot, as she walks inside. She never even looks back, doesn’t have a fucking clue I’ll be waiting when she comes out. Even after being kidnapped, she still doesn’t pay attention. We’re gonna have a little talk about being aware of her surroundings. I may hate her ass at this moment, but I don’t want her hurt.

It takes all the restraint I have to stay sitting on my bike instead of walking into the hotel and asking her what the hell is going on. Instead, I pull out a cigarette and take a drag. As the nicotine makes its way into my system, I try to figure out how the hell I’m gonna let her go. After this, after her going from my bed directly to someone else’s, I’ll have no choice but to say goodbye.

Then a thought pops into my mind; what if I’m wrong? What if I’m jumping to conclusions like one of the old ladies that throws a fit every time their man stays at the club after having a few too many beers? More than once, I’ve seen it happen to one of my brothers. The old lady will rush in the next morning, throwing insults and accusations at him, not even giving her man time to defend himself or even explain. What started out as a brother too drunk to drive, often turns into the end of a marriage. Could I be doing the same thing?

I push my bike into a parking spot, put down the kickstand, and wait for her. I want to follow her inside, but I also don’t want her to know I’m being a stalker. If she gets too far ahead of me, I would have no idea where she’s going anyways. A smart man would just leave, but for some reason when it comes to Addy, I go on impulse rather than thinking things through. I feel like a damn crazy person following her like this, and she would have a shit fit if she knew what I was doing. I tried to stay away, but I just couldn’t. I had to see her again.

I take another drag off my cigarette, trying to work the shit out in my brain. Sitting out here is bullshit. I should’ve just followed her ass and found out what was going on myself. Instead, I’m stuck out here waiting for her to answer my questions. If I know my Little Red as well as I think, the answers will not be forthcoming.

Seven cigarettes and an hour later, Addy finally walks out. Even from a distance, and the dim parking lot lights, I can see something is wrong. She’s walking like a woman that spent the night getting tag teamed, having to force each step. Her back is bowed, while she stares at the ground. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her center, as if she’s doing her best to hold herself together.

When she finally looks up, the light catches her face, allowing me to see tears streaming down her red cheeks. I jump from my bike and make a bee line toward Addy, knowing I’m gonna figure out what the hell is going on, even if I have to force her to tell me. Then, I’m gonna make someone pay for hurting my woman.

When I reach her, her eyes grow round as she takes a quick step back and winces with pain. “Brew, what are doing here?”

“What the fuck happened, Addy? Are you okay?” I ask, grabbing her arms. Not giving her a chance to answer, I add, “Who hurt you, Little Red?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she jerks away and rushes to the bushes at the side of the hotel. I run behind her and hold her hair as she purges whatever was in her stomach. Her body continues to heave and shutter long after the contents of her stomach are gone. When she’s finally done, she falls to her knees and sobs. The sound tears my heart to shreds.

“Addy, baby, are you okay?” I ask as I go to my knees beside her.

She doesn’t answer, so I rub slow circles over her back and hold in the howl of pain trying to force its way up my throat. Finally, she lifts her head and runs the back of her hand over her mouth. Then, she jerks away from me and pushes herself off the ground.

“Brew, why are you here?” she asks when she finally decides to look at me with her huge brown eyes. “You shouldn’t be here.”

As soon as she stops talking, she drops her eyes to her feet. I stand there quietly for a minute, waiting for her to look at me again, but she doesn’t. Her eyes stay firmly locked on the ground. Well, that’s not gonna work for me.

I reach out, taking her chin into my hand, and let her know she’s not gonna hide from me. “I want your eyes, Little Red.”

She does as I ask, giving me her eyes, but also gives me an order of her own. “You need to tell me what you’re doing here.”

“I could ask you the same thing, Red. What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell were you with in that hotel?” I ask in a near shout, momentarily forgetting the obvious pain she is in. “Were you meeting your man here?”

The flash of pain I see in her eyes causes a wave of shame to crash through me. “I know it isn’t any of my business, but fuck if I don’t feel like I deserve an answer anyway.”

“It was nobody. I was alone,” she lies, with tears still in her eyes, not even trying to come up with something believable.

I can’t stand to see her cry, so I let go of her chin and wrap her in my arms and hold her against my chest. Her body nearly convulses with sobs as she lets her anguish pour out all over my cut. With each tear, I swear I can feel something breaking deep down inside of me.

Listening to her cry, so many things are running through my brain. Was she hurt? Did someone force her to do something she didn’t want to? Then again, she came to the hotel on her own, so was this shit planned? Did it just go too far for her comfort? If so, would the fucker not stop when she said no? I have to fucking know.

“What is going on, Little Red? What happened to you in that hotel? Did someone force you to do something you didn’t want to?” I ask in a whisper, running my hand over her deep red waves.

“No one did anything to me that I didn’t give them permission to do,” she says as she pulls out of my arms. “Just go home. Go back to your club and be happy. Forget you ever met me.”

With that, she turns away and starts walking away. I’m so fucking shocked that I let her get halfway across the parking lot before I shout her name. “Addy!”

She doesn’t stop, so I start to shout. “You’re not an easy person to forget.”

Again, she doesn’t respond, just climbs in the car and starts the engine. I’m at her door before she can even put it in gear. “Open the fucking door!”

She shakes her head no, then puts it in reverse and starts to back up. Just before she drives away, she mouths the words,
“I’m Sorry.”

I just stand there like a fucking idiot and watch the woman I’m falling in love with speed out of the parking lot. My feet are frozen to the ground long after her car is gone. It takes a lifetime to get them working again. When I do turn around, I see a man in a suit walking out of the hotel with a sleazy ass smile on his face. Something about him sends a prickle of unease through me.

He looks toward me, staring at my cut with a sneer on his face. “Are you with the Satan’s Revenge motorcycle club?”

“No, I’m not.” I’m shocked as shit this suit is talking to me and even more shocked this fucker knows Hoss and his boys.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his lips in a tight line.

I place my hand on my chest and tap my patch. “Can’t you read?”

“Hmmm,” he mumbles, before turning away and walking toward a midnight blue Lexus. Just before he climbs in, he turns back and asks, “Do you happen to know Patricia Slade? I believe she’s known as Trix.”

I don’t know this motherfucker, so I’m not telling him shit. “Not sure why you think who I know is any of your fucking business.”

“Point taken,” he says as he climbs in the car and drives away.

As I watch his car pull onto the highway, I have to wonder if he’s the fucker Addy was meeting.

Addy

I DRIVE
back to my dorm room and find a parking spot. As soon as I cut off the engine, I lay my head on the steering wheel and let the tears fall. I only have myself to blame for the way my life is. No one forced me to make the choices that I’ve made. Even though I hate myself for what I’m forced to do, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have to protect Alex, and this is the only way I know how.

A group of students laughing draw my attention. Seeing them walking my way, I jump out of the car and rush to my dorm room. Once inside, I lock the door and head straight to the bathroom, where I start shedding my clothes. As soon as my panties hit the floor, I step inside the shower and turn the water on. The scalding stream covers me as I scrub Blake away. When I reach the tender spot between my legs, a sob makes its way up my throat. I let it out as I drop to the cold tile and cry.

Seeing Brew made my already shitty day even shittier. The look of pity on his face filled me with shame, not that I’m not accustomed to that feeling. In fact, it seems like that is all I feel anymore. Any fleeting moments of happiness or excitement is always shadowed by it, always stolen by the shame that constantly courses through my body.