Trek: Royal Bastards MC Savannah, Ga Chapter, page 1
Trek
Royal Bastards MC Savannah, Ga
erin trejo
Copyright © 2022 by erin trejo
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter One
Trek
My hands are bloodied and bruised, but that doesn’t stop me. I keep throwing punches until his face is unrecognizable. Then and only then do I stop. His body drops from Drake’s grip, falling to the floor. I bend over the body and check for a pulse, thankful when I don’t find one.
“He dead?” Rage asks.
“Yeah, he’s dead.”
“Are we happy about that?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” I ask, confused why he’d even ask me that. Of course, we wanted the fucker dead. He’s a part of the trafficking ring we’re working on dismantling. Anyone involved in that shit deserves to die, but most of all, the man who runs it. If only we could get that close.
“We don’t have any other information,” Rage reminds me. Shit, it’s not like he was going to open up and have a friendly chat with us about what he’s been doing anyway. I shrug my shoulders and crack my neck from side to side before walking away from the body.
“You just gonna leave that shit here?” Rage asks.
“Yeah, tell Badger to clean it up,” I tell him. He flips me off, and I let out a chuckle as I pull a cigarette from my pocket and put it between my lips. I light it up before blowing smoke into the air.
“What’s with you lately?” Drake asks, taking my cigarette from my hand and bringing it to his.
“Nothin’. Why?”
“You just seem off lately. Like shit’s gettin’ too heavy for you.”
“I have sisters, brother.”
“And you’re scared for them?”
“I’m scared for the dumbass motherfucker who comes near them is more like it. I’ve taught them how to fight. I have no doubt they can handle themselves if it came down to it.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, I know so. They’re tough bitches,” I chuckle as I say the words.
“Heard that. Got a few of them I’m workin’ with,” he adds.
“Might not be a bad idea to get them in here to work with you,” I suggest.
“I wouldn’t mind it. Get the girls here, and we’ll get them a little more practice in. Little extra never hurt anyone,” Drake says before I snatch my cigarette back. I inhale the nicotine into my lungs, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.
“How’s everything else?” he asks.
“Fine. I just don’t like this shit bein’ so close to home. My sisters are always out and about, man. Anything could happen.”
“I know. I hate it too, but we’re workin’ on it, yeah?”
“Is it enough? What we’re doin’?”
“What are you two talkin’ about? Don’t you have information to get?” Demon asks as he walks over to where we stand.
“Nah, Trek killed the fucker. Impatient bastard,” Drake mumbles.
“You killed him?” he asks, looking over at me.
“He didn’t leave me much choice. He wasn’t talkin’.”
“Well, he sure as fuck isn’t now!” Demon roars at me.
“Sorry, Prez.”
“Fuck that. Go out and find me another one, Trek!”
“Where do you want me to find another one right now?”
“I don’t give a shit. You’re the one who killed the asshole. Now you’re gonna find me another one to question.” His anger is palpable. I probably deserve it, though. Demon did say to leave him alive for a while, but I ignored that little fact and handled things my way.
“You think they’re gonna talk? None of them are gonna say shit, Prez. They have a brotherhood just like us,” I remind him. You won’t get anything out of those fuckers much like you won’t get anything out of us.
“I didn’t fuckin’ ask you that, Trek. I said I wanted to talk to the asshole, not bury him.”
“Doesn’t matter anymore; he’s dead,” Drake adds his two cents.
“No one asked you either, motherfucker.”
“Never do, but I still told you what I thought. Either way, we were gonna kill his ass. Trek just got there first,” he adds.
“What the fuck is it with you two and killin’ people? Huh? We need a goddamn intervention or some shit?” Drake and I bark out a laugh as Demon gives a stern look.
“Okay. I’ll find you another. Fuck.”
“I know you will. Get your ass on it,” Demon snaps before he turns around and walks away. I can see him stomping mad from here. I should feel bad for killing the prick, but I don’t. I know he wouldn’t give us any information, and keeping him alive any longer would have been a waste of my time.
“You’re in trouble,” Drake states.
“Fuck you. You didn’t stop me,” I say, flipping him off.
“Now you gotta go find a new asshole.”
“Yeah, I’ll take Rage and Badger with me. That should be interestin’.”
“Why? They don’t fuck in front of you, do they?”
“Hell no. But Rage has had all this pent-up energy and shit. I don’t think he’s had an actual night away from his little girl in years, brother.”
“Heard that. Take his ass. I’ll get Evie to watch her.”
“Thanks, VP.”
“Fuck you. You got us into trouble. The motherfucker thinks we have a blood lust or some shit,” he laughs.
“You do, though. I was just in a mood.”
“A mood to kill others. That’s some kind of mood.”
“Yo Rage!” I call out to him. He raises his head, looking up at me.
“What?”
“You and Badger are ridin’ with me tonight.”
“Where the fuck are we goin’?”
“Out to find a new asshole for Demon to question,” I tell him.
“Killed him too soon, huh?” I nod my head as he chuckles, but he shakes his. “Can’t.”
“Got the babysitter covered. Evie is gonna keep her,” I tell him.
“She okay with that?” he asks, looking to Drake.
“She’d love that. The girls can play together,” he tells him.
“Okay. Let’s go get us a motherfucker.”
Chapter Two
Heidi
Another slap to the face, and my head lolls to the side. So many drugs have been pushed into my system that I can barely see straight. Everything hurts, and everything’s a blur. There’s a constant haze over my vision that I can’t see to get rid of no matter how hard I try.
“Keep your eyes open,” the man growls as he thrusts into me. I gag on my vomit and try to swallow it down. I know what will happen if I throw up again. I’ll be beaten, or worse, they might kill me. Though, that doesn’t seem so bad right now.
I pry my eyes open and stare at the man on top of me as he fucks me without my permission. This is what my life has become. I’ve been sold, traded, raped, and beaten. You name it, I’ve had it done to me. I can’t say that I remember the last time I was free. Free to wander, free to be me. Free from this shit in my life.
“Oh yeah,” he groans as he thrusts again. I’m so messed up right now that I don’t know which way is up. I want to go home. I want to be with my family, but I can’t, not after what I’ve been turned into. So I stay. I don’t even bother trying to run away anymore. There is no use. I am what I am, and I feel I will always be this. A whore. A body sold to others. Except I don’t get to keep any of the money. No, I’m whored out for them. For the greater good, I’m told. I’m given what I need to live. I’m fed and clothed when needed. For the most part, anyway. We’re barely taken care of, enough to keep us alive and earning money.
The moans and groans seem to go on forever when he finally finishes. He pulls out of me and moves off to the side as I sigh, thanking god it’s over.
“You were great,” the man says as he reaches up and unties my hands.
“Please retie them,” I ask nicely because I know what will happen if Victor comes in and I’m untied. He huffs out a breath but reties them above my head. I give him a small thankful smile as he stands and pulls his clothes back on. He tosses some cash onto the bed before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. It doesn’t take long for Victor to come strolling in. His eyes take me in before he walks up to the bed and unties my arms. Then he picks up the money and counts it.
“You did good.”
“Yeah,” I mumble as I roll onto my side and curl
“You need anything?”
“No.” I never say yes. I can’t. Even if I did, there’s no chance of getting it. I watch him nod his head and walk over to the door. He takes one last look over his shoulder before he walks out, closing and locking it behind him. I sigh and stay curled into myself.
One day I’ll get out of here. I’ll find a way to get free of these assholes. I have no idea how, but I will.
What I do know is how much I miss my family. I miss my mom. I miss seeing her smile and her telling me things will be okay. I remember when I was little, and things were perfect. We were all happy. My older sister went off to college and didn’t get mixed up in this shit. I’m glad she’s out of here and doesn’t have to see the condition I’m in now. She was always the smarter of the two of us.
I miss Rory. I miss his friendship from when we were kids. It’s so strange the times he comes to mind. It’s odd to think of him at times like this, but I do. I used to follow him around as a kid. I had a huge crush on him even though he was a little older than me. He was gorgeous and tall. Rory had so many friends that I couldn’t compete with them, but one night, one party changed all that. We were both drinking, and things just happened. We had one night, and that night will forever be engrained in my mind. I will never forget the way he was gentle yet slightly rough. The way he held me after and kissed me like I was the last person on earth. And maybe that night I was. Maybe that night was all I needed.
Those are the memories that keep me grounded. Those are the memories I rely on to keep me going day after day. If I let those memories fade, there will be nothing left of me. I will have nothing. Be nothing, and I can’t let that happen.
A soft knock on the door pulls my attention.
“Shower is yours,” Anna says as she opens the door slightly and peeks in. I look over my shoulder and nod at her before standing from the bed. I walk out of the room and down the hall. It doesn’t matter that I’m naked. It doesn’t matter the other girls can see me. This is what’s become of me. It’s how I’ve been treated for as long as I can remember. I’ve grown accustomed to this.
Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the shower and step under the sprayer, not caring that the water has gone cold. I just want to wash away the entire day. My entire adult life.
Chapter Three
Trek
I drink a beer as I watch the kids play out in the yard. It reminds me of when I was a kid. I used to love hanging out and running wild. It kept me busy and out of my mom’s hair. She still lives in my childhood house and still has the same neighbors from all those years ago.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good. How’s shit with you two?” I ask Rage, nodding toward Badger, where he plays with their daughter.
“We’re good. What’s this about?”
“Just askin’, brother. Just askin’.”
“For a reason. What the fuck is it?”
“I don’t know. Just been thinkin’ about shit lately.”
“What shit?” he asks, getting annoyed I don’t just spit it out. I can’t. I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling these days.
“Don’t know. Just fuckin’ thinkin’ is all.”
“You’re bein’ pretty fuckin’ vague.”
“I just don’t know what to say. I’m off lately.”
“Yeah, you are. Not gettin’ enough kills?”
“All this traffickin’ shit is wearin’ on me. Mom lives alone now that my sisters are gone, but that doesn’t stop her from keepin’ tabs on them. I don’t like her livin’ alone with all this shit in our city,” I tell him.
“Heard that. I wouldn’t like that either. You got security set up for her?”
“Fuck yeah. I got mom a gun too. She just doesn’t like to use it.”
“Why not?”
“Mom isn’t a fan of guns. She hates havin’ it in the house,” I say.
“I get that. Not much you can do on that front. She isn’t gonna magically change her ways,” he replies. I nod because I know it’s the truth. She’s set in her ways, and there is no way to change them.
“I know. I just don’t like it is all. I wish my sisters were home at least where she could keep an eye on them,” I admit.
“Where are they?”
“Off doin’ college shit. Polly is goin’ for her law degree,” I tell him.
“No shit? She can be our new lawyer,” he adds.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t drag her into this shit.”
“I know, brother. I’m just fuckin’ around with you.”
“You miss her?” I ask him. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes every time he looks at his little girl. She looks a lot like Rage, but I see her momma in there too.
“More than you could know. I never thought I’d have to let Bex go so quickly. Never thought I’d lose her when things were good,” he says, watching Badger and their daughter.
“I can see it in your eyes. You won’t ever be right, will you?” Rage shakes his head.
“No. I won’t, but I have to do the best I can for her.”
“That’s what I’m missin’. Somethin’ like that. Somethin’ like what you and Bex had.”
“You’ll find it, and when you do, it’ll fuck you over good. Just take it as it comes, brother. Once it’s gone, you’ll never be the same.” I watch him stand and walk over to his daughter, lifting her in his arms. For a man who kills without regret, I see the love he has for her. We all do.
It makes me wonder if something like that is out there for me. Is there someone who will love me the way he loved Bex? Is there someone out there that can accept me for who I am? There are so many unanswered questions in my mind.
“You okay?” Drake asks, passing me another beer.
“I’m good. What’s up?”
“Heard there was a house not far from here that we’re plannin’ on raidin’ soon.”
“You’re shittin’ me? We got a fuckin’ hit?” Drake nods as he looks over at me.
“We got a hit. Nothin’ major and there probably aren’t very many girls there, but we get to go in and save the motherfuckin’ day.” I fist-bump him before he sits down next to me.
“You ready for the girls, though? Demon plans on bringin’ them back here for a while. Not sure how long he plans to keep them.”
“What do you mean? Why’s he bringin’ them back here?”
“Fuck if I know. To allow the girls to calm down and ease back into life. You know how Demon is,” he replies as I nod. Demon is different from the rest of us in the way he thinks. The rest of us would have probably turned them loose and let them go. Not Demon, though. He’s better than us.
“Who is in on this one?”
“Me, you, Rage, Cross. Fuck, I don’t know.” He lights up a cigarette and blows smoke into the sky as I watch him.
“You ready for it? I know the blood gets to you,” I tell him.
“They’re girls. They were hunted and fuckin’ snatched. You’re goddamn right I’m ready for that shit. My life’s mission is to take out all the motherfuckers I can before I die.”
“Heard that, brother. I know that shit hits close to home for you.”
“Yeah. Sure as shit does. You know I can still remember the little girl she was,” Drake’s voice changes as he talks about his childhood friend who was killed.
“I’m sure that’s not somethin’ you forget easily.”
“No. It sticks in your mind. You know when you kill, and you see the look in their eyes? How that shit lingers in your mind? That’s how it is. I feel like I can see her lyin’ there all over again.”
“Fuck, man. I don’t know what to say,” I tell him. Drake shrugs.
“It is what it is.”
“And it’s fucked up.”
“Which is why we’re goin’ in. Handle those motherfuckers who are runnin’ that house. I can’t wait to get my hands dirty,” Drake rubs his hands together.
