“Cannon mentioned Jose from the Cartel has now gotten involved, something about the Pillars using their name to ship flesh,” he mutters, and I growl.
I fucking hate the flesh trade, all us brothers do.
“Trigger can’t go not with how shit is with Ashley, he needs to stay here,” Tank states and I give him a nod in thanks and Doc states, “I agree, thanks brother,” just as a ping echoes, and we all look at Dirty, who frowns as he lifts his laptop lid only to suck in a breath and look at me.
“I finally got a hit on the street cameras from nearly three years ago, of Ashley's attack,” he rasps.
I freeze as he quickly connects it to the large TV, and a still picture of my wife looking at her phone sadly comes into view. I quickly stand and walk over to the door before opening it, and I call, “Dad!”
He looks at me with a frown and he stands and walks my way as I choke, “I need you,” and he nods walking into to church but stills seeing what is on the screen and curses, “Fuck!”
“Play it, Dirty,” Doc orders quietly as dad quickly shuts the door, the run completely forgotten for a moment, and I try to breathe through the nausea, knowing what we’re about to watch.
The room is deadly silent as the footage plays, and I watch as Ashley drops her chin, her arms falling, and my heart fucking hurts knowing it was the text I sent her.
My dad grips my shoulder as someone comes up behind her as she puts her bag in her car, unaware of what is about to happen.
They grab her hair and yank her back away from the car before pushing her forward, ensuring to trip her, and the side of her face bashes against the concrete. I shake my head as my body trembles.
“I can’t fucking watch this,” I choke and bend slightly, but Dirty continues to play it, knowing we need to see it.
I watch in horror as someone else jumps on her back wearing a denim Cannibal cut while the first guy, also wearing the cut, grips her skirt, shoving it up, and Ashley, fuck, my wife, she fights, she kicks, trying to dislodge the fuckers, never giving up.
I choke on a breath as the guy on top of her quickly covers her mouth, and she tries to fight back harder, but it is useless with the guy on top of her, the fucking cowards.
I grab the chair and roar out, throwing it across the room as the first guy spreads my wife’s kicking legs and thrusts inside her roughly, tearing her and my dad holds me back as my tears fucking fall watching him rape the love of my life who never gives up the fight and I plead, “Turn it off Dirty, fucking turn it off…”
He doesn’t listen, and I know why, he wants to see if they get facial recognition, but fuck, I can’t.
I cheated on her when she went through that!
I need, fuck, I need my gun.
As if my dad can hear my thoughts, he holds me tighter, Tank coming to stand beside me, his hand going to my shoulder, and I flinch, not deserving the support.
For five whole fucking minutes, Ashley never gives up, even as the guy throws his head back in pleasure and ejaculates inside my wife, she never stops until he pulls out of her and spits down on her. That is only when she freezes, and I know she most likely feels like she failed.
Failed me, our son, and our baby, she is about to lose everything.
The guys turn, and I instantly get out of my father's hold, recognizing the first guy, the one who raped my girl.
“Why is he familiar?” Dirty murmurs, his voice raw, and I see tears in his eyes which lock with mine when I snap, “He’s Talen!”
That fucker, he… fuck…
Dirty’s eyes widen as Stone mentions, “I’ve seen that fucker hanging around a lot lately, around the convenience store, do you think he’s still after Ash? I mean she did dump him right? And she can’t know he’s the one who-who…”
My eyes widen as my stomach drops. Fuck, the store!
I rush towards the door as Doc says, “Brother, she’s safe, she’s on club property, Dirty will find him!”
“She went to the fucking store fifteen minutes ago!” I shout as I run out of the church, and several boots echoing follow me, the brothers all following.
I hear Dad shout, “Ol, stay with the kids!” as I rush out of the clubhouse and over to my bike, shouting,“Joe, open the fucking gate!”
The prospect does as I ask as I speed out towards the gate while panic and fear hit me for my wife, for our baby.
She’s in fucking danger, and I never even considered it, even after she told me that fucker hit her.
