It was just one big lie. Even if it was true that my sister liked that kind of thing, the expression on her face, the emotional scars that she wore on her sleeve, and the decline in cheerfulness she carried with her told of a different story. It was of no coincidence in my mind that once she dumped him, she became a lot happier.
“Do you know what happened when she died?” Jason said, and his smile seemed to grow wider at the mention of this story. I already hated this monster, but he was now proving himself to be something worse—irredeemable. “Do you want to know? Perhaps you need to know, even if you won’t admit it.”
“I know enough,” I said. “I know you killed her. I know we’ve been trying to bring her justice since.”
“Hmm, perhaps true enough,” Jason said. “But you see, here’s the funny thing. Who do you think tried to bring that relationship back together, Kaitlyn? Who do you think made the initial reach out?”
He wouldn’t be saying this if it was him.I hated that I knew I was right. I hated knowing that he was toying with me with the truth.
“I don’t care,” I said. “Even if she was the one that reached out to you, you were the one that ultimately killed her.”
“Through complete accident, you know,” Jason said. “But she was the one that put herself in the spot to get hurt. She was the one that pushed boundaries too far. She was the one that ultimately brought about her own death.”
“No!” I screamed. “Shut the fuck up!”
Jason just laughed.
“Look at you, you’re reduced to screaming at me in the hopes that I am wrong,” he said. “But you know that I am right. You know your sister was just as unstable and unwilling to stay away from trouble as I am. And now, you’re in the same spot. You’re just continuing the Meade legacy. You’re a whore for bikers.”
Whether by his words or just because enough time had passed, I regained the strength to charge at Jason. I ran at him with scissors in my hand, intent on hurting him. I swung.
I made some contact, but not nearly enough. Jason grabbed my wrist with such frightening strength that I really thought he was going to crush my bones into dust. The scissors fell out of my hand, revealing only a flesh wound on the top of his hand.
“Didn’t you learn in medical school to not handle scissors so carelessly?” he said, shaking his head.
“I’m a nurse, not a doctor, you fucking idiot,” I said, but I was in such pain that I couldn’t get another line out.
Instead, I kicked him in the groin.
Or I tried to. I got the top of his thigh, for he had just quick enough reflexes. He then shoved me to the ground and towered over me.
“You know, I came in here to have some fun with you,” he said. “But I can see that unlike your sister, you don’t appreciate a handsome man when you see him. Instead, you go for the pussies in the Reapers. You attach yourself to weak men who don’t know how to run this world. And because of that, look at where it has gotten you. On the ground, cowering before a real man.”
He smirked and dropped to a knee.
“I’ll make this real easy on you, Kaitlyn Meade,” he said. “You can make me feel good and get me off. Do that, and you’ll still be held here, but you’ll be forgiven, and no more harm will come to you. Choose not to, and I will make sure you live—but you will wish you didn’t. Which will—”
I didn’t even give him the chance to finish. I didn’t care what more he had to say.
I spat in his face.
The reaction was instant. Jason slapped me hard across my cheek, leaving my head buzzing. In what sounded like a distant voice, I could hear Jason saying, “stupid fucking whore,” but I didn’t know of anything else that was going on.
“You’ll pay for this.”
After a brutal kick to the ribs, I curled up, just wishing for the pain to end, for the madness to stop.
Nothing more came. I slowly regained my presence, albeit while in a significant amount of pain. For now, I was alive.
But unless Michael came, I didn’t know how long “for now” would last.
Patriot
Irolled up to the club and immediately ran up to Lane.
“Get all the officers and about a half-dozen more men on the bikes,” I said.
“Where are we going?”
