Tessa
Past
“It’s gonna be killer tonight. The party is supposed to be off the hook,” Sienna says as we leave the mall. The sun is slowly setting in the west allowing the golden glow of the parking lot lights to illuminate the blacktop. The air is still warm even though it’s the beginning of fall, but that’s what we expect in New Mexico.
“Devin said he’ll cover for me, so I don’t have to have someone from the club following us.”
“You mean you.”
“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Whatever.”
“Is that why we don’t have a babysitter now?”
When we aren’t with her brothers, then someone from their MC is with us—except today. Protection, Devin Sr. says. It’s the only way he’ll allow his little girl to have somewhat of a life. Even at the age of twenty, she still has to have someone close by. I don’t pretend to know how it is to live as a daughter of an MC president. My mama has told me time and time again to keep my head down when I’m around the clubhouse or even the members. I’m surprised she’s allowed me to continue my friendship with Sienna all these years.
“Hey, chicas. Que pasa? What’s up?”
My eyes shoot up to a group of guys walking towards us. The lights shine above them, causing dark shadows to fall upon each of their faces. They’re all wearing black leather vests, which only means one thing in these parts—MC club. The hairs on the back of my neck raise, an uneasy feeling comes over me as they continue to get closer. From my peripheral vision, I see more guys surround us.
“Looks like they’re all by their lonesome,” the second guy says as he scans the area.
“Tsk, tsk tsk, where’s your Papi, little lady?” Another guy asks.
Sienna’s hand grabs my wrist. Her nails dig into my skin.
“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t cha?” Another guy steps closer, taking her hair between his fingers, bringing it to his face before he inhales. “Hmmm… No wonder the Prez has a thing for the Sinclair ladies. They are some fine ass bitches.” He tilts his head back and hoots into the air, making me jump.
“What do you want?” Sienna snaps while I stand there, silent. My heart is pounding within my chest, my blood rushing through my ears.
“Well, that’s a damn good question.” The one who still has Sienna’s hair in his hands answers. He eyes her up and down, licking his lips. Without warning, he tugs on her hair, pulling her body to his. Her back hits his chest, making her yelp. “Now, now, little lady. Let’s keep this little exchange quiet, shall we?” he speaks in her ear, while he stares at me. Slowly I watch as his hand comes up and squeezes her breast. Tears instantly form in her eyes before they roll down her cheeks.
“You aren’t a Sinclair, are you?” The voice coming from the left asks me.
Turning my head, a man stands next to me. His eyes are crazed as he takes in my body. I start to shudder in fear as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. Sienna’s cries are muffled. I shake my head no.
“He only said he wanted the Sinclair bitch.” He takes a step closer to me, wrapping his hand around my waist, tugging me to his body. Dragging his nose up my neck, my body breaks out in chills. I close my eyes when I feel the wet of his tongue touch my skin.
“I say Prez can have the Sinclair bitch, and we’ll take this one.”
“Yeah,” another one sneers, “We can have our own little party.”
“Hell yeah, let’s fuck her.”
“NO!” Sienna screams at the top of her lungs.
“Get that bitch outta here, Jose. I don’t need anyone calling this in.” His tongue snakes up my neck again. “We haven’t had our fun yet, have we boys?” His chest vibrates with laughter.
I watch as the guy whose name is Jose hauls Sienna over his shoulder. She looks up, keeping her gaze on me. Her eyes are crazed, looking back at me as she fights against the man’s hold. She pounds into his back, but nothing seems to be working. She reaches her hand out for me, calling my name, crying for me, but there’s nothing I can do. I watch as my best friend disappears behind rows of cars. As soon as I hear the roar of both bike and truck engines, I know that I’m never going to see her again.
I squeeze my eyes closed as tears freely break loose. My body shakes against my captor’s hold. He grabs the back of my head, yanking it down. I cry out in pain. “Please,” I beg him through sobs. His face is right there, studying me, his eyes wild. He leans in and bites my neck making me cry out in pain. I jerk back, trying to get myself free from his hold, but it doesn’t work.
I feel his arm wrap about my midsection as he lifts me from the concrete. “It’s time to get this party started, boys.”
“Take her behind the dumpster. We’ll have plenty of time over there,” someone says from behind me.
“Fuck me, my cock is fucking ready for this bitch’s pussy,” I hear another guy call out.
The entire time we make our way over to the dumpster, I fight against his hold, praying that someone will see me, that someone will stop them. “I’d keep my strength if I were you. I like em’ to fight me a little.” He bucks his groin into my butt, and I can feel that he’s hard. I whimper which only makes him laugh.
As soon as we stop moving, I open my eyes and see that we’re in a cinderblock surrounded area. There are three substantial blue dumpsters and a small green one. The ground is littered with trash of bottles and food wrappers. The entrance is small, and from what I can tell it’s on the side so even if cars drive by, they won’t notice us.
“This is how it’s going to play out.”
He’s still holding me against his chest with his arm still wrapped about my stomach and a hand gripping my throat. I blink, trying to keep clear the tears from my eyes. When my vision finally clears, I see the group of guys standing before me. There’s five of them. Four of them are standing in a line, all wearing their black leather cuts, but the fifth guy stands off to the side. I notice that he’s only wearing a T-shirt, so that tells me he’s not part of the club. Even prospects wear a cut. I catch his eyes and mouth ‘help me,’ hoping that he’ll do something, but he only looks away.
“Tre, get your knife out and come here.”
I watch as one of the guys steps forward. He’s a brute of a man, years older than me. His thick neck strains as he sneers at me. Flipping the cover to a leather knife case that’s on his belt, he takes out the switchblade, swinging it open as he approaches. His other hand grabs at his crotch, and I can see that he’s hard. I start to struggle a little more, but it only makes the hold he has on me tighter.
“Now cut her clothes off. No need to be gentle. I like a little blood play.” As soon as he gets close enough, I jerk my head forward, connecting with his head. “Puta!, bitch,” he grunts right before his fist connects with the side of my jaw. Stars spring to my eyes as I go limp in my captor’s arms. I fight the urge to pass out, knowing that my fight or flight response has been drained. I feel tugging on my clothes, and then the cool air hit my flesh.
“You think you’re tough, puta?” he asks as he rips the cotton of my jeans. “I’ll show you tough.” The cold metal slides down my leg, removing the fabric. I cry out when I feel the blade turn and connect with my skin. “I should cut your fucking tits off and send them to your puto father.”
“Now, now, Tre. I think we’ll have more fun with her tits if we keep them intact. But you can rough her up a little more. I won’t mind.”
I watch as a smirk crosses his face, his steel eyes taunting me. I feel my ribs crunch beneath the force of his punch, and my knees buckle as I gasp for air. The arm that’s been holding me disappears and my body fall to the ground.
“Let’s do this, boys. Grab her fucking legs. Who’s first?”
All five of them hover over my naked body as I roll on the concrete. They watch, licking their lips before they descend upon me. I can feel the burn as the first guy rips through me. He grunts as I lay there, somewhere between being present and no longer being mentally there. I can feel them pull at my legs, stretching me.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
I know that voice. I hear him grunt into my ear and my body continues to jerk back and forth with every thrust.
“I’m gonna cum in this tight pussy, puta. You’ll never be able to get rid of me. Everywhere you go, I’ll be there.”
“Get it done, Tre, we want a turn.”
And that’s what they do. They rape me, each taking their turn. All the while the man in the T-shirt stands by with clutches fists by his side. Never once does he try to help me.
Not when I call for him.
Not when I beg every time one of them landed a fist to my face.
Not when I howl as they force me on my knees and take me from behind.
He does nothing but watches as each, and every one of them covers my body with piss and cum. He doesn’t come to my aid as they have their fill and walk away. In fact, it was his pale blue eyes that I saw as I finally gave away to the darkness.