Chapter 4

Greer

The anxiety I was facing in that room clogged my throat. I needed to get out of that room. The only ones who seemed to feel my dilemma were Poison and Banshee. Thankfully, when they reached my side, the tension slightly released knowing they had my back.

When it’s all said and done, I’m still unable to face my father without hatred burning in my veins. I’ve never been a vindictive person not even as a child seeking refuge with my father. He’s always had a blind spot when it came to my mother. She was able to bend words until the other person felt stupid and quit trying.

Seeing the hurt in his eyes didn’t even simmer the rage and loathing I felt. Even looking at Nate’s pitiful expression didn’t lighten the anger. Here are two men that should’ve had my back so long ago and all they can do now is offer apologies that don’t do shit for what I’ve experienced. It’s like trying to put a Band-Aid on a slit throat and calling it fixed.

Their appearance here today has done nothing, but bring back every vulnerable moment I’ve endured. My hands won’t quit shaking and I can’t catch my breath. I’m on the verge of having a panic attack and I can’t get a grip on it.

I walk out to the main room of the clubhouse looking for either Poison or Banshee. I spot both of them at the bar surrounded by Chaotic’s.

As I approach them, Nate walks through the backdoor with Spook, the man I met a few weeks ago. Poison spots me first and immediately stands, flipping over the bar stool in the process. He meets me halfway and his hand curls around my upper arm spinning me around and heading in the direction of his room with Banshee behind us.

The curious looks we get from the Chaotic’s don’t even faze me, because my mind’s consumed with the need for relief.

***

Spook

Walking back in, I’m on edge. My ex, Randie, left me a couple of years ago for a Rioting Devil. I thought she was my ‘numero uno.’ Randie and I had danced around each other for years and then when I thought she’d proved to be perfect ol’ lady material, she decided to tell me that she already had that title with a Devil. She moved out of my house that same day and I haven’t heard or seen from her since, so coming into their territory has me looking over my shoulder waiting to see her with her ol’ man.

Trigger and I have just crossed over the threshold to see Greer being dragged off by Poison with Banshee following closely behind.

Before I can get a grip on Trigger, he takes off in the same direction. Reaching him, he’s standing outside the room I can assume the three just went into.

The first snap of a belt can be heard along with Poison or Banshee’s voice.

“How was that, Gee?”

“Harder.” She moans.

Trigger’s ready to break the door down, but I halt him.

“Man, walk away.” I mutter quietly.

“That’s my sister, Spook.” He growls.

“Just let them be. If you open that door, you may never be able to get past what you see.” I know the sound of a belt being used when it’s not in a reprimanding way.

“I can’t.” He shakes his head. “I can’t leave her like this.”

“You’re not leaving her. Let’s go to the office and talk to your dad and Brute.” He stares at me for a few long seconds before he nods and stomps in the direction of Brute’s office.

Once there, he barges in like hell’s hounds are on his feet. He points at Brute. “I thought you said you protected my sister.” Brute’s chin lifts. “Then why the fuck is she a club whore. I watched two of your brothers drag her off to a room where they are beating her.” Trigger all but yells.

Brute shakes his head irritated at Trigger’s assumption. “Sit down, boy.” Trigger takes a seat. “They are not beating her and she’s more protected here than anywhere. Your sister has certain stipulations and there are particular ways she deals with them.”

“What the fuck does that mean, Brute?” Rudy shouts.

“Rudy, I don’t know everything that happen to Greer, but I do know that when she came back from your club, she was lost. She wouldn’t eat, sleep and Mitz fought with her to take a shower. Then, a few days later, it was like nothing had every happen. She was back to her spirited self. When her triggers are set off, the only way she’s found to deal with them are through pain.” Brute looks pointedly at Rudy.

Rudy nods. “I understand. But those two know what their doing, right?”

“Yes, they’re the ones who figured it out. Give them some time with her and you’ll see for yourself.”

So, Greer’s a pain junkie. I’m sure it’s not of her choosing, but it could be a lot worse than getting her ass spanked. She could’ve resorted to cutting or she could’ve never found a solution and lost herself to depression which could’ve resulted in her wanting to take her life.

“Fine.” Trigger huffs. “If she isn’t out in that main room in ten minutes, I’m breaking the fucking door down.”