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to the police?” I ask.
Rachel turns to look out the side window.
“Because they wouldn’t have done a damn thing,” she says. “And because when you find them, and you will, Sammy, I want to look all three men in the eyes when they take their last breath.”
What the fuck did she say?
“Did you say, three men?” I ask quietly.
Rachel finally turns back to face me with a small smile on her face. A smile of pure ultimate satisfaction.
“I know their names, Sammy,” she whispers, ignoring my question. “The idiot told me all of their names. And I made sure I didn’t forget.”
I know Rachel will always remember how she felt when she was attacked. I know that she’ll have nightmares for many years to come. I know that she’ll always have that small fear of it happening again.
But my woman is strong as fuck. She won’t let this break her. She’s going to be the reason I break the fuckers who attacked her. And she knows it.
“That’s my girl,” I say, smiling. “So fucking strong. It makes me love you even more.”
I start the car and pull out of the lot. But not before I watched Rachel’s eyes widen, her face blush and her smile deepen.
Yeah, my woman won’t let this break her.
Chapter Thirteen
Rachel
I’m angry.
No, I’m beyond angry. I’m infuriated. Freaking livid.
I’m murderously seething with rage.
I don’t like the feelings running through my body but at the same time, it’s helping me cope.
All I can think about is revenge.
Antonio, Frankie, and Roman.
Antonio, Frankie, and Roman.
Antonio, Frankie, and Roman.
I’m not sure if it was Frankie or Antonio who raped me, but it doesn’t matter. And, as strange as it sounds, I feel most of my anger towards the first man. Roman.
“I want more than anything to hear what you’re thinking about, baby,” Sammy says after ten minutes of driving silently. “But only when you’re ready.”
“Is there a shower and hot water at your clubhouse?” I ask.
Sammy nods his head.
“The first thing I want to do is shower and scrub my body until I feel as clean as I can,” I admit. “Then I’m going to need your help, Sammy.”
“Anything, love,” he says. “Absolutely anything.”
“I’ll go through the details of what happened with you and your brothers,” I say. “I’ll tell you every single thing that was said to me. Then I want you to promise me that you will find these men and that you will give me the revenge that I so desperately crave.”
Sammy is quiet as he pulls into a parking lot full of bikes. He shuts off the car and turns towards me.
“You have my word that these fuckers will pay for what they did.”
That’s not exactly what I asked but looking into his eyes I see a rage matching my own looking back at me.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Sammy brings his hand to my face and cups my chin.
“I love you, baby. I hope to god you know that.”
Tears fall from my eyes for an entirely different reason.
“I love you, too, Sammy,” I admit. “I have for a very long time.”
Sammy gently smiles before releasing my face and exiting the car. He opens my door seconds later, unbuckles me, and picks me up as if I weigh nothing.
“Wolf and Trigger will be here soon with your chair,” he says, walking towards a large building. “Should be here by the time you get out of the shower.”
My only thought at the moment is that shower. I don’t care about anything else.
“You most likely don’t have a shower chair, do you?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Believe it or not, we do,” a new voice says.
I turn my head to see a hulking man with a large beard walking towards us.
“Prez,” Sammy greets. “Trig and Wolf should be here soon.”
“I know,” he answers. This must be Bear. “My wife was attacked a couple of years back and her leg was broken,” he says, looking at me. “Every now and again, it acts up on her and she has a hard time standing. So, we have a shower chair here and at home for when she needs them. You’re more than welcome to use it anytime you need to.”
I smile at the kind man before tucking my face against Sammy’s chest.
“Please take me to a shower,” I whisper desperately.
I tune out anything else said as I focus on Sammy’s warmth and scent. The need to shower is all-consuming. I feel dirty. Beyond dirty. I can’t think of a way to explain