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Chapter Twelve

Blade

This shit is going to get tricky.  I need to spend time talking to Tori without anyone else, but I need my sister to stay the fuck away from my guys.  Right now Switch and Trap are the only guys in the house, but that shit always changes as the guys tend to roll in here late at night.  How the fuck am I going to manage this one?

I motion for Switch to meet me outside and he follows my lead instantly.  "Piper, Tori took the upstairs shower if you want to grab one in the back bedroom.  The room isn't finished yet, but the bathroom is ready."  It's one of those renovations I need to rush now.  I can make that my room and give the girls the upstairs floor if we have to make this a long term thing.  It won’t take long for the crew to finish it up, they were just waiting on me to make the final decisions on color and shit I don't have time for.  Hell, that's something I'll make the girls do.

"You have the place to yourself right now, but the guys will start rolling in before long."  Pulling the door closed, I stand before Trap and Switch outside, already pulling out a cigarette to light.

"I need some time with Tori tonight.  She has some shit from her past that is possibly a reason that this shit happened tonight.  I need to know what she knows and she's not going to talk with all of us around.  And I love my fucking sister, but she won’t let Tori talk, or should I say, Tori doesn't seem to be talking around Piper.  Piper has told us what she knows, but it's not enough to get any real details of what we're looking for.  I'm hoping Tori can give me something."

"You gonna share what you know so far with us?"  Switch looks at me with a curious look.

"I will in the morning.  Call church in the chapel with the officers first thing.  Maybe by then Beast will have something, or fuck.... maybe we'll be able to rub two god damned sticks together to get one fucking clue of who I get to kill."

"Which two of our guys went down tonight?"  Trap hasn't been in on the loop, so I let Switch tell him as my mind starts to think about every detail.  There were too many guys there for this to simply be an attack on Tori.  What do they want with her and how does she remember more men that night?  I'm starting to blame myself for not taking care of it all back then, but I had no idea and it's not like she was talking at the age of six.  Hell, I'm not even sure she said one word to me that night.

I've always felt like I've had different stages of my life.  The life where I fought to keep my sister safe, the night that I replay often for many reasons, and now my role here at the club.  Tonight, every bit of that collided and now I'm twisted the fuck up combining it all.  

"I’m going to see if Tori is ready to talk before Beast gets back.  Keep my sister out of trouble until I'm done, if ya don't mind."  I leave the two of them once Switch nods.  I know I need to talk to him about her soon, but I know shit is safe for the time being.  Switch is a ride ‘til the death kind of guy.  He won't let pussy get in the way of what he has with the club and he knows how I feel on the topic.  But I also know my sister can be very persuasive and a major pain in the ass when she wants something, which is why that conversation will need to happen.

I slide the door open at the top of the stairs and try to listen for the sound of water.  I don't hear anything so I walk to the door of the bedroom.  Knocking just slightly opens the door enough for me to see her.  She's sitting in my chair with her legs tucked into her chest.  God damnit, I shouldn't have left her alone, even though it's only been a few minutes since she walked up here.  I know better than anyone that a few minutes can be like an eternity and that much time in her thoughts has probably been hell after the shit that went on tonight.

I step in and slowly close the door behind me.  I want to approach her in a way that she’ll talk to me, but not be too demanding of information.  I'm hoping she’ll just start spilling what she knows and this will be an easy flowing conversation, but very few things have been easy in my life.  She's still wearing the same clothes and her hair is dry, so I can only assume that she hasn't showered yet.

"You saved my life back then you know."  She lifts her head to look at me as I get close to the bed.  "Just like you did again tonight."

"I'll do it again tomorrow if that's what needs to happen to keep you safe."  She drops her feet to the floor and stands to face me.  I'm standing before her looking for signs of where she's at mentally and I'm not seeing anything that's alarming me.  That's fuckin good.  I'm not that good at all this consoling shit.

"I've dreamt about you for years.  You always manage to get the bad guys."

"I’ll get these too."

"I hope so."

"I know so.  It's what I do."

"What exactly is it that you do?"  

"I do a lot of things."  She turns away from me, walking across the room to look out the window. She stands still while I decide what to tell her if she presses for more information.  I did uproot her from her fucking house and force her to move in with me, so she has a right to ask a few questions.  That doesn't mean I'll answer.  What the fuck am I supposed to say? That I kill people. That I fucking torture assholes that deserve to die. That I do what the fuck I want and practically make up my own laws. That I'm not beneath smuggling drugs and weapons to make the money my club needs. That I've fucked more women than I can even count, not a single one of them meaning a fucking thing to me. What exactly should I fucking tell her?

"You know if you want me to talk to you and tell you my life story, I only think it's fair that you share some of yours."  Her words are soft, almost unsure of what my reaction will be.  I don't blame her. 

"Fair enough. But there is not much to tell. I need to know what you remember first so I have a chance of finding those fuckers."  She doesn't turn to face me, but continues to look out the window. I can see the look of her tormented face through the reflection and fight the urge to walk over and wrap my arms around her. 

"We were at the grocery store."  She looks down and pauses, taking a deep breath before she begins.

"Mom was so happy because Dad would finally be home for dinner. We were going to make him his favorite that night. We started to put the grocery bags in the back of the car when a black SUV pulled up and grabbed us. I remember seeing five of them; most of them were young, I would say early twenties. They shoved our faces into the floorboard and drove us to some industrial looking building. I remember looking around, hoping to see someone and the only people I could see were the people I wanted to get away from. There were more guys there when we arrived."  She swipes her finger across her cheek, trying to wipe the tears that begin to fall. I keep my distance, hoping she will continue.

"They started being horrible to Mom and she begged for them to let me go first. She told them she’d do anything they wanted if they'd just let me go." She turns to sit on the floor against the wall, tucking herself up again.

"They took me to a little room and locked the door. I could hear her screaming the whole time and her cries still haunt me to this day. Finally, one of the guys unlocked the door and told me they were going to take me home to my dad.  I heard him tell one of the other guys to make sure I made it safe and that they were going to use me the next time."  I move closer, sitting beside her against the wall and wait patiently as she finishes her story.

"He didn't take me home to my dad."  She swallows hard. "He took me to the alley you found me in."

"What exactly did he do to you?"  

"He was just getting started when you got there."  She begins to tremble. Her breaths come as sharp inhales and slow exhales.

"He said he hoped I tasted like my mom.  I remember not knowing what that meant."  She begins to shake uncontrollably and I can't take another second of it so I pull her against my chest and hold her tight.  The fucking rage inside me is scratching to get out and be released on some mother fuckers.  Trying to tone that shit down is hard as I feel her physically and emotionally breaking.

"He put his dick in my mouth.  I was so confused.  He kept shoving it into my face.  I kept fighting him until you arrived."  I clench my fist at her back.  I'm so fucking glad I had no mercy on that mother fucker that night.  I'd kill him all over again if given the chance. 

"I wanted him to die.  I hated him.  Then you came along and made it happen."  My heart is pounding in my chest as I think about the look on her face so many years ago.  I knew he would've killed her that night if I hadn't shown up.  I had just hoped he didn't succeed in killing her inside before I saved her.

"My mom never came home. Everything became chaotic after the press started unraveling everything and I spent weeks in counseling after spending weeks with investigators trying to remember the details about who took my mom."

"Did they ever find her?"  

"They found her remains when I was eight."  

"Did they ever find the other guys?"  

"No."  

Her reply sounds so definite and final. My heart is hurting with a murderous desire to find the people who did this.

"What was your mom's name?"  

"Annie Douglas."  The name Douglas strikes a memory with me.  I remember my grandmother saying it that night helping me find where to take her.  

"So you see, you were the only good thing to happen that night. Meeting you changed my fate."  She sits up and looks down at her hands, sliding her fingers between each other.  

"So now that I've told you what happened that night, you need to tell me what brought you to that alley so many years ago."  

Chapter Thirteen

Six

I can see everything flashing through my memory as I tell Blade everything that happened that night.  I've never talked about it as an adult with anyone except Piper.  It's just too hard, plus I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me.  Yeah it was tragic and I lost my mom that night, but dwelling on it won't bring her back; believe me, I tried that for years.

I wait on him to share part of his life with me. It's only fair. From one private person to another still doesn't make it any easier. I just have a feeling his secrets go so much deeper than mine, I guess that's why I feel safe telling him everything.

I silently wait and listen to his breathing quicken as he struggles to find the words. He shifts onto his knees to lift the window before sitting back down and lighting a cigarette.  He inhales slowly before exhaling, blowing it toward the open window.

"Shit. I don't ever talk about my past because that's what it is.  It’s the past."  He's closed off.  I bet he doesn't tell anyone everything.  I guarantee he doesn't have a person.  It makes me appreciate Piper even more.  I start to move to get up and finally take my shower, but his words stop me.

"That was the last night I saw Piper.  She was screaming for me to help her, but I had no control of what was happening and everything I tried didn't work. They wouldn't let me have my little sister because I was too young myself."  He takes a draw from his cigarette again not talking as he does, visibly appreciating it as he waits to begin again.

"I’d just been released from jail because I had beaten the shit out of my dad."  I slide my hand over his on the ground beside us while we both sit in the silence for a few more minutes before he speaks again.  He's struggling with words and I completely get it.

"You saved my life that night too, ya know.  I was numb ‘til I saw you in that alley.  Seeing what that asshole was doing to you pulled out a deeper hatred and allowed me to find my place in this world.  I met Tex that night.  When I came back to clean up the scum from the alley, Tex caught me.  I thought I was busted, but he helped me get rid of the body that night and then took me under his wing, giving me a place to stay.  Over the years he taught me what it meant to have a real family."  I keep listening while he talks about the few things he actually shares.  His blue eyes pull me in and I catch myself watching his beard a few times.  The side of his head is buzzed very short, yet the hair on top is longer.  Right now it's messy and I fight the urge to run my fingers through it to fix it while he continues to talk.  Does he have any idea how fucking sexy he is?  

I work to distract my thoughts of his sexiness and listen to him intently.

"My mom left us when we were young, so it was just the three of us.  My dad would beat the shit out of me growing up, but really never touched Piper until I started fighting him back.  Guess he decided he liked hitting innocent people who don't have a chance at fighting back.  I stopped him that night and the police took her to live somewhere else.  My whole reason for staying was gone, so I had no trouble leaving with Tex to make a new life for myself."

"Tex sounds like a great guy."

"Yeah, he’s a great old man.  He handed me the club a few months ago.  He treats me like his son, so I treat him like a real father should be treated."  He stops talking and an awkward silence quickly surrounds us.  I think he’s reached his limit of sharing.  Either that or his cigarette ended.  

"You still want that shower?"

"Yes, I think it'll make me feel better.  The thought of those disgusting guys on me makes me want to scrub my skin."  

"Towels and everything should be in the cabinet.  Sorry, I don't have the frilly soap."

"I brought my stuff.  Thanks, though."  We both stand.  The cool from the night air sends a chill over my arms.  I start shivering as I stand there and watch him watch me.  He's so intense with his look and I have no idea what he's thinking. 

He holds his arms open so I step against him, allowing him to hold me.  Closing my eyes, I let him make me feel safe for a few seconds, knowing it will quickly change soon.  It always does.  Feeling safe never lasts in my world.  If I'm not in danger in my real life, I always tend to be in my nightmares as I relive the tragedy over and over.

"Six.  I hate that this happened to you again tonight.  I promise to take care of this for you.  Soon, you'll never have to worry about those guys.  I'll spend all of my resources in this MC making sure of it if I have to."  His tight squeeze on me is meant as reassuring, but I can't help but still have worry in the back of my mind.  Too many people are now involved and I just really don't want to see anyone else get hurt.

"Do you remember any details on any of the guys back then?"  I wish I could tell him yes.  I wish I could give him something unique that will be a dead giveaway of who is behind all of this, but I can't.

"I really only got to see the one guy who talked to me.  He had strawberry blonde hair and a clean cut face.  I don't remember anything else.  I've tried so hard to remember something else, but never could."

"We'll find them.  I have really good guys in my club.  The amount of security and with our reach in the community, we should be able to figure this out."  I take his words with me as I move for the shower.  I need this shower more than I've ever needed one in my life. 

I turn on the water to the hottest setting possible.  I need to scorch my skin to hopefully feel even the slightest bit cleaner.  How can I wash off the vile feeling of those men touching and forcing themselves on me?  I've yet to figure this out and it's been fifteen years.

Steam fills the room quickly and I remember that I left my bag on his bed.  Opening the door, I slip out and pick it up.  He turns to look at me from the window just as I do.  Glancing his way, I try to send him a small smile.  He's tortured too.  He's in hell with me and I hate it.

"I'm going to take that hot shower and try to wash the nastiness off of me.  You gonna be alright?"  He nods and I close the door, sliding my shirt over my head and my jeans down my legs just before the door opens.

"What are you doing?"  I don't even try to cover myself, he's seen everything anyway.  He reaches over his head, behind his back and lifts his shirt over his head, uncovering his perfect torso.  My eyes are drawn to his ink and his hand as he brushes it over his chest, pausing when he passes over his nipple piercings. 

He runs his hands over my shoulders, lacing his fingers through my bra straps as he slides them down my arms.  The sensation of his touch slides down my skin with him and has me reaching for his belt. 

"I'm going to help you erase their touch."  He leans forward and kisses my neck, moving toward my ear before his deep voice rumbles over it.  "Because I'm going to touch every single inch of your body so that I'm the last man to touch you in any spot you can possibly point at."  His hands move lower as he fills his hands with my ass, squeezing firmly. 

Oh shit.  I'll take it.  I can think of worse ways to try to erase bad memories.  It may not help remove them completely, but I can definitely see new memories helping to ease them.

He pulls his belt loose, dropping his jeans to the floor with mine.  He's commando.  Damn that's sexy.  My eyes are caught by his 'Forever Greatful' tattoo across his chest.  I remember thinking how conceited he must be to permanently ink something so vain on his chest.  Then tonight I felt like shit when I opened the book on his dresser.  Piper was so young.  It melted me tremendously to see that he put her words on his chest.  It shows he's not worried about what people think and that he stays true to himself and the people he loves unconditionally.

I brush my lips across the ink on his chest, letting my tongue slide across his salty skin until I've licked both of his nipple piercings.  Never has a man tasted so good to me.  Maybe it's because I don't have my guard up with him.  I know he won’t hurt me physically, so I can get lost in the moment with him. 

His hands continue to slide over my body.  Slowly.  Torturously slow as I find myself aching to feel him inside me so quickly.  He lifts me into his arms and walks us both into the shower.  He sets my back against the wall, freeing his hands to begin unraveling me once again.  His beard tickles my chest and I just hold my hands against the wall and let him explore. 

My nipples harden when he pours the soap over my chest.  He uses his hands to spread the soap over me, covering me with a layer of lather while the water runs beside us.  I watch his hands move, burning this into my head, knowing this is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. 

His hands slide down to where we both meet.  Between my legs and around his waist.  He moves them up his stomach and over his chest, just as slowly as he did across mine.  I lift my eyes to his and find him watching my face. 

The steam begins to make my hair damp and I can feel it sticking to my face.  He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and I lose all control.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself against him.  I dive in for a kiss so rough that I can hardly comprehend anything else.  He lifts me around him further, then slides me down onto his thick erection, pulling his face away from mine as he does.

"Watch me."  He thrusts forward, filling me deeply.

"Watch me love you."  He turns so that I'm back against the wall and places his arms on the wall next to my face, leaning in closer.  His mouth is right in front of mine.

"Watch me fuck you."  He looks so deep into my eyes and I swear my heart skips a thousand beats.

"Watch me make you forget everything else."  He rolls his hips forward, sending me clutching on to reality in an instant.  I lean my head back and close my eyes, feeling him deeper this time.

"Watch me, Six."  I open my eyes to look into his once again.

"Remember this when you sleep at night."  Then he leans in to kiss me with so much passion and strength.  Feeling him so deep inside me while he begins kissing my face, then my neck, chest, and shoulders is about to undo me.  I'm trying so hard to stick with him and enjoy every slide of his tongue, but shit if this isn't so damn hot.

I let my hands glide down his back, feeling the muscles ripple the whole way down.  I love strong shoulders and a gorgeous back on a man.  I can tell his is perfection by just feeling it under the soap I'm spreading around.

He thrusts harder, smashing me tighter against the wall.  He has me completely at his mercy and I have no intentions of stopping him any time soon.  Turning us so that we're under the water once again, never slowing his kiss, he slides his arms under my thighs, lifting me and lowering me onto him over and over.  With each drop against his body, I can feel myself getting closer to an orgasm. 

A moan slips from my mouth and he begins to move me faster until I can't hold back another second.  I can't stop the loud cries as I lose it in his arms.  It takes minutes of me trembling until I'm pulled back into the reality of him fucking me still. 

"Fuckkkk, Blade."

"You feel so good like this.  That sweet pussy wrapped around my dick, clenching it each time I pull back.  I could fuck you all night."  I'm not going to argue.  Please do.  Please fuck me just like this all night.  His plan is working, because right now I'm not thinking of one fucking thing, except his dick.  His dick inside me.  Rendering me at a loss for words.