Last Mile (Vicious Cycle #3) - Katie Ashley Page 0,80
a fever pitch. I was pretty sure the last thing the residents wanted at eight in the morning was a bunch of noisy Harleys. After winding around a few streets, we came to a stop outside a small frame house with a well-kept yard.
Bishop eased down his kickstand and then cut the engine. Slowly I took off my helmet as I eyed Bishop’s back. In a low voice, I asked, “Are you guys about to do a hit on some unknowing biker?”
Whirling around, Bishop stared wide-eyed at me. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
With a bark of a laugh, Bishop replied, “No, Sam, we’re not here to kill anyone. For fuck’s sake, I told you we were going legitimate. I’m not sure how a club could be legitimate one minute and then killing someone the next.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t know what all these other guys were up to.”
“I can promise you it isn’t murder.”
“Then what is really going on?”
“You’ll see,” he once again replied.
I grunted in frustration as I hopped off the bike. Rev motioned for us to follow him. He led us over to a walkway where some of the other men and women were forming a line. I wondered if it was some high-ranking biker we were waiting on, or the leader of a gang. It was obviously someone who garnered a lot of respect.
When the front door creaked open, I stood up on my tiptoes to get a good look at who was coming out. A young girl with flowing blond hair appeared in the doorway. Her black-and-white Converse sneakers carried her out onto the porch. When she raised her head to see all of us, she bit down on her lip and nervously tugged at her black-and-white-checked dress. When her parents appeared at her side, I looked from her to Bishop. “Okay, just what the hell is going on here?”
Before he could answer, Rev placed a hand on my shoulder. “The little girl’s name is Ansley. She has to be in court this morning to testify against the man who raped her.”
I widened my eyes in horror. “She can’t be more than seven or eight.”
“She’s eight,” Rev said.
“But she’s just a baby to have been through something so horrible!”
“I agree. That’s why we’re all here. The men and women here belong to BACA, or Bikers Against Child Abuse. We come to lend moral support and physical strength to children who have suffered physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. Sometimes they need someone to walk them home from school, and other times they need someone to go along with them to court. That’s why we’re here today.”
“That’s . . . amazing.” It was all I could murmur in response. After all, how could you put into words what these people were doing? It humbled me greatly just standing there with them.
“Well, a lot of us have experienced abuse in our past, and we want to somehow make it easier.”
Staring intently into Rev’s eyes, I couldn’t help wondering what kind of abuse he had endured. It made me wonder if Bishop had suffered the same fate, and that was why he had also gotten involved. As if he could hear my internal thoughts, Rev lowered his voice and said, “I was raped when I was eleven by a member of my father’s church.”
I brought my hand to my mouth as I gasped in horror. “Oh, Rev . . . I’m so, so sorry. Did you have to testify against him in court like Ansley?”
Rev and Bishop exchanged a look before Rev shook his head. “He never went to court.”
“You mean he got away with it.”
A cold, unfeeling look entered Rev’s usually friendly eyes. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Then what . . .” I clamped my lips shut as realization of what had happened struck me. Rev’s rapist had never stepped foot inside court because someone had killed him. I couldn’t help wondering whether it was their father. Although I wasn’t a parent, I could only imagine how agonizingly devastating it would be to see your child hurt like that. I would be tempted to put the person six feet under as well. Then it hit me. I had wondered what had driven Preacher Man from his church and back to a life as an outlaw biker. Now I knew the answer.
“Your father killed him. Didn’t he?” I questioned in a low voice.
“Yeah. He did.”
Staring Rev straight in the eye, I said, “Good for him.”