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Scarred By Pain (Royal Bastards MC : New Orleans, LA #2)(2)
Author: Crimson Syn

When I was done, I wiped the cum off my face and asked him to leave. I’d see him when he was posted at my door again in a couple days. Turning on the hot water, I undressed, making sure to shove the dirty blouse into a plastic bag. It would be dumped out with the garbage. I couldn’t risk it getting cleaned and questions arising. I stepped under the scalding hot water and let it run down my back while I thought of what I had just done. What I had, in truth, been forced to do. It wasn’t something I was proud of. It was something that was necessary.

I quickly got dressed, grabbed my bag and knocked on the door. I waited, two minutes, five minutes, and finally the knock on the door echoed back. I slid outside quietly, my eyes meeting Diego’s.

“He went to do a job. He won’t be back for nights. Change of shift is at Sunrise, I want you back here before then, do you understand?”

I nodded and breathed a sigh of relief as he reached into his pocket and provided the keys to his old truck. “It’s parked a half mile down the road.”

When I reached for them, he clasped my hand tightly in his, bringing me closer. “I don’t know what it is you do out there, and frankly I don’t want to know. But I want you to realize that if you are not back by sunrise, we’re both dead.”

I nodded. “Understood.”

He handed me a wad of cash and a cell phone, tapping on it. “Use it if you need to. The only number in there is mine.”

I squeezed his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Cuidado, nena.”

He had a soft spot for me, I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t like the feeling that came with it. It was a dangerous thought that could get us both dead if he wasn’t careful. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. He was a means to an end, and that end meant my freedom.

I literally ran out the back, avoiding being seen by the men hanging out at the bar. I ran towards the car, sliding in and quickly slamming the door. My eyes were fixed on the rear-view mirror hoping no one had seen me. I held my breath for a second as I scanned the area and jumped as the phone pinged.

It was Diego asking if I had made it safely. I sent him a quick message back and then settled in front of the wheel. No one really knew where I went, but it wasn’t far. I’d usually take a drive out to one of my favorite places. A place my mom used to take me when I was little. The only place that held any type of good memories for me.

Starting up the truck, I slowly slid out of the parking spot and headed down the road. We lived in the most remote area down in the depths of the Bayou. The only road in and out was Bayou Sale Road, or LA 57 as most of us called it. Most haunted road in all of Louisiana, and Tadeo, my brother, had forbidden me on ever going down that road alone. Then again, he’d managed to keep me from going anywhere alone.

Only place Tadeo ever let me out for was Sunday mass, and I was always supposed to be guarded by one of his stupid thugs. God help any man who laid eyes on me, he was either beaten to within an inch of his life or killed on the spot. I preferred when Diego was in charge of me. He at least let me breathe a little. I knew he liked me, and I took advantage. But lately, it has been Cesar who was assigned to me on Sundays. My brother was next on the line as President, and forcing his way in, Cesar claimed the VP seat, using his influence to have liberties on who was at my post and I hated him. I hated everything about Cesar Dominguez. I wanted nothing to do with him, nor any of the Bloody Scorpions.

I had a bad feeling about him, and I knew he liked to watch me, more like leer at me, but he never laid a finger on me. Because I warned him, just like I do every one of them, that if they touched me, I’d let Tadeo know, and he’d make sure that they’d be tortured and maimed.

There was one man who once took the liberty of laying a hand on me, and he became a staple of what would happen if anybody else tried it again. His name was Crocodile, and he thought he had a right over me because he had saved my brother’s life during a raid.

That night they had been celebrating out in the back of the house and I was inside. Up in the safety of my room. My brother hated when I was around them while they were drunk. He said bad things always happened around drunk men.

I had just gotten out of the bedroom and was headed down the hallway in my towel, and that’s when that man had appeared. His black eyes stayed on me, dark and leering, startling me.

“You can’t be up here.”

“Says who?”

“My brother, Tadeo.”

“Your brother will give me anything I want, or haven’t you heard? He owes me his life.”

My body tensed as I gripped the towel tightly against my chest. “I suggest you leave if you don’t want him to come up here and take yours.”

The man had chuckled and then he’d closed the distance between us in just a few strides. He didn’t even give me a chance to react. In one fell swoop he’d torn the towel off and had cornered me into the back bedroom. I screamed as he forced me onto the bed, prying my legs open while trying to cover my mouth. I got one more scream in before his hands had managed to tear my knees apart. I sobbed into his palm as his fingers dug into me.

I heard the sound of the switchblade, and my reaction was what forced the knife into the side of my thigh. I screamed again as he dragged the knife down across my flesh. I heard him cursing as he hastily backed away.

The terrifying moment only lasted a couple minutes before my brother and his men stormed in and tore the fucker off me. My brother didn’t even notice the blood soaking the sheets. He threw the towel over my body and ordered the man to be dragged out. Remembering, I’d been lucky the window was left open and my brother had heard my scream, if not he would have managed to rape me and kill me in the process.

“I told you to be careful!”

“I was inside,” I shook, wrapping myself in the towel.

“You lock yourself in your damn room, not prance around half naked!”

“You’re going to blame me for this!” I tried to stand up only to crumble to the floor. I was bleeding out, yet I didn’t dare say a word. I didn’t want him to see me weak. I didn’t want him to gain more ammo against me in order to keep me locked up. I was only fifteen, but at that moment, I was prepared to die.

I couldn’t believe he would even dare to think I’d put myself in such a position on purpose. I never received a warm hug or reassuring word from my brother. Instead, I’d gotten a slap in the face for talking back before I was locked up in my room. If it weren’t for my mother who had waited until they were all gone before coming into my room, I would have died.

Her shrill scream echoed around me as I was plunged into darkness. When I woke, I was in the hospital. The man had managed to tear the flesh and the knife had gone deep enough to hit the artery. I was lucky to be alive. It wasn’t until later that I was told my brother had made his threats before I was brought into surgery.

It was my life or theirs. Either way, Tadeo would get his blood. That’s all that ever mattered to him. He’d saved me so I could live another day. But I couldn’t be saved from him. When I arrived home, he’d thrown me into a room in the back of the house where no one could find me. As the years went on, the restrictions increased, and I could barely breathe let alone live in the makeshift cell he’d created for me.

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