“Maybe a little better. But holy shit on the tat man. Ray did that? That’s good fucking work.”
King ripped the rest of the gauze off and chucked it into a nearby trash bin. “And yeah, it is. She gets better every day. You should see some of the shit she sketches.”
“What’s HER name?” King asked, jerking his chin at the closed door.
“Thia,” I said. “Her mom calls her Cindy, but she hates it,” I said, remembering her words to me from all those years ago. “If this is a ploy by Chop, and she’s in on it, you best believe that I don’t give a shit how old she is. I’m sending her back to the MC in a fucking body bag.”
“Agreed,” King said. “But how long has it been since you’ve seen her?”
“Six years, maybe seven?” I answered scratching the hair under my nose. “Why?”
“Cause that girl in there? She’s young. But she’s no fucking kid.” As the last word left his mouth, another shrill scream pierced through the air.
“I’ll go get Ray,” King said.
“No, let her be with the baby, I’ll go in. Better I figure out what the fuck is going on sooner rather than later.”
King nodded but then he stopped, again searching my face for something I already knew wasn’t there. “You sure you’re good man?”
“Yeah man, I’m sure. Go. Get some sleep,” I said, waving him off.
King went to leave but turned back around. “Sit on the ‘going to slit your old man’s throat’ plan for the night. We’ll talk it out in the morning. Whatever you need. I’m in.”
That’s when I realized what was different about King. The anger. The anger that he’d been drowning in since before Ray arrived, was gone. That’s why he seemed different. Lighter.
Calmer.
It freaked me the fuck out.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bear
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Maybe it was all the fucking blow or mainlining Jack for months, but I was really starting to question my sanity. The picture King had sent me of the girl had been blurry at best and I couldn’t make out her face, but I’d known it was the same girl from the gas station from the weird pink color of her hair.
Thia.
Her name was Thia, I remembered.
I thought I knew what to expect when I entered that room.
I was so fucking wrong.
Thia’s long hair was splayed out above her on the pillow and it wasn’t so much the pink I remembered, but more of a blonde with a hint of red. Her skin was pale, except for the dark bruising on the side of her lip and the butterfly stitch covering a cut on the side of her eye that was getting darker and darker as the seconds ticked by. The circles under her eyes were a deep purple underneath her thin skin.
She was beat the fuck to hell.
She was also so fucking beautiful. I was so taken aback by her that I felt like she wasn’t unconscious at all, but instead had just slapped me upside the fucking head.
When her lips parted she drew in a breath, arching her back off the bed, pushing out her tits against the thin blanket, before collapsing again.
My fucking cock sprang to life.
“Bad fucking timing, asshole,” I muttered to myself.
Whether she was a fucking trap or not, someone, probably my old man, had worked her over real good.
Seeing her in person was so different than looking at a picture. Being in the same room as her, watching as she wrestled in her sleep, the anger I felt minutes ago toward my old man amplified by a thousand. The cords in my neck strained and I balled my fists.
I wasn’t JUST going to kill Chop.
I was going to gut the motherfucker.
Thia thrashed about wildly, her arms and legs limp and useless as she rolled from side to side. Her mouth opened and closed, her nose wrinkled and her eyebrows drew in like she was having a heated conversation with someone in her dream. She thrashed about again, this time kicking the sheets and blankets off the bed.
I sucked in a breath.
She wasn’t wearing a shirt or a bra, her tits were full, high, rounded, and perfect. My cock hadn’t gotten my earlier message to tame the fuck down, because again it twitched in my pants as all the blood from my brain rushed to my dick until it was straining painfully against my zipper. Thia rolled over onto her side so she was facing me and I was able to get a better view of her light pink nipples. There was a mark on her left tit and when I leaned in to inspect it I saw red.
Bright fucking red rage.
Teeth.
A fucking bite mark on her fucking nipple.
I stood over Thia as a confused mixture of hate, rage, and lust swam around inside of me. I added decapitation to the list of things I was going to do to Chop and possibly burning off his own fucking nipples beforehand.