don’t give a shit about what he’s saying. This is the shit that pisses me off about these women. They believe because they’re fucking all the single men of the club they’re better than anyone else here. Even when they’re told the ol’ ladies outrank them in regard to the hierarchy of the Phantom Bastards.
“Did you bitches not fuckin’ hear Killer?” Slim bellows out. “Get the fuck outta here now. Or you can leave permanently. Killer is an officer of this club and he will be respected. Gwen will also be respected as his ol’ lady. You don’t want to follow this; you don’t belong here. Period.”
That’s all it takes for the skanks to stand up and scurry away. They look back and glare at me before leaving the room. I don’t give a shit about what they feel when it comes to me. Or anything I’m going through. These bitches are out for themselves and trying to take our spot from the men we’re with. None of them will ever make an ol’ lady but they don’t let it stop them from trying to become one.
Once everyone is cleared out, Fox comes in and sets everything up so the tapes can be watched. He gives me a look to make sure I’m ready before he hits play on the first one. Within seconds, the screen fills with me as a young girl. I’m standing in the room where my father made me stay and getting undressed. Bile immediately threatens to spew forward as I watch myself get undressed before putting my pajamas on. I never once thought they’d put cameras in my room to watch me. Shortly after I climb into bed, the tape switches to another scene. This one is of me in the bathroom getting in the shower.
“Take it out!” I practically shout out.
Fox immediately removes the tape and tosses it to the floor. He picks up another one and puts it in. This tape is different. It showcases the beatings I suffered at the hands of my father’s henchmen. I’m strapped to a table this time with three men beating on me. My eyes close and heat immediately engulfs me. Killer’s scent fills my senses and comforts me as the sounds of my abuse penetrate the deafening silence of the common room.
Once again the tape is taken out and another one put in. This process is repeated several times. It showcases several different types of abuse I’ve suffered at the hands of my father and the men in his employment. All things I never wanted to relieve in my life. These are all the things I need to know though in case someone has made copies of them. If they ever surface I’ll be prepared for any outlash or pain that will surface as a result.
“Killer, I’m done. I can’t watch, or hear anymore of this. Please, I need to go upstairs and process this,” I beg with him while my head is buried in his chest.
“Alright Sparrow,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. “Fox, she’s done. Shut it down and get rid of that shit. All of it. Stryker, you wanna fill the rest of the guys in on the situation from earlier? And check with Robbie at the gate about what Torres told us?”
“On it,” Stryker responds, kissing my cheek as Killer stands in front of him with me in his arms.
The second we’re upstairs, Killer lays me in bed and covers me up. Instead of going back downstairs, he strips down and crawls into bed with me. I turn the TV on simply for background noise and nestle into Killer’s body. He holds me tight to him and murmurs into my ear. One of his hands rests on my still flat stomach where our babies rest. He wants these babies as much as I do without saying a word. Every chance he gets, Killer is either kissing my belly or resting one of his hands there. He wants to be close to our children in the only way he can at the moment.
“So proud of you baby,” he tells me. “You’re stronger than you’ll ever know. We’ll beat this shit and get rid of all of your demons.”
“I know you will,” I answer him, putting all of my faith and trust into the man who’s captured my heart.
Today’s events have taken a toll on me. Sleep soon claims me as I soak up as much of Killer as I can. Sleep