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TALL AND I
walk down the hallway toward the front door in silence. Somehow, Cheyenne charmed Tall into telling her that his real name is Aaron, but that’s something I’m not supposed to know. Grady’s made the prospects’ role in the club very clear. They’re supposed to be treated like lackeys so that by the time the club decides whether or not to vote them in, they already know how dedicated the guy is to the patch. I get it, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling bad for the kid.

Once we’re in the black SUV and pulling out of the lot, he relaxes in his seat. I’ve noticed this with the prospects. They’re all business in front of the club, but once the brothers are out of sight, they chill out some. The fact that I’m up to date on Aaron’s dating life is a secret I don’t plan on telling Grady about.

“Baby Boy’s got a big mouth,” he says with a smirk on his face. “Sent me a picture text of his permit. Says you did good.”

I stir uncomfortably as we turn off of Main Street and down onto Laurel, where Universal Ground is located.

“Hey,” he says. “That risk you took? Pretty big. You’re definitely a keeper.”

“You want to tell my Old Man how awesome you think it is? Because I’m not sure how impressed he is right now.”

“Ha, no.” He laughs. “Until I earn my top rocker, I don’t have an opinion about shit. I’m just saying, between us, you saw an opportunity to help the club and you did it. That’s solid.”

“Thank you, Aaron,” I say softly. He nods and swings the SUV into an empty spot in front of the shop. We climb out and stride inside just two minutes before closing time. Mindy is nowhere to be seen in the small space, which must mean that she’s in the stock room.

Old Man Hill sits at one of the tables with an open newspaper. He lifts his head as we enter and gives Tall a nod and me a smile. In the few times I’ve seen Mindy in recent weeks, she’s told me that since the club can’t have a man on her during her entire shift, a few locals have switched off helping cover her, especially when business slows just before closing time. I have no idea how Mr. Hill got involved, but I’m thankful he did. He may not look like much and he sure is paranoid about safety, but anything so Mindy doesn’t have to be alone makes me feel a little better.

Mr. Hill stands from his seat, grabs his newspaper, and walks out without a single word. At the front door, he turns the lock and lets the door close behind him, locking us in. Tall looks to his watch and jerks his chin to the back of the shop where there’s another entrance. “I’m going to go check the back. When Mindy comes out, let her know where I’m at?”

“Sure thing,” I say and lean over the counter in an attempt to get a view of the stock room. “Minds!”

She comes out a moment later with a broom and dustpan in her hands and a huge smile on her face. “Hey!” she says. “You okay?”

With a confused look, I survey my body and reflection in the espresso machine to make sure I don’t look totally fucked. Because I was, and even though it happened in the dirty ass clubhouse, it was incredible. “Yeah, why?”

“Because two-thirds of you is missing,” she snarks.

“Ha ha,” I say. “I’m sorry if I’ve been MIA lately.”

“If you’ve been? Girl, I went from seeing you every day to being lucky to get a weekly drop-in. I get it, the relationship is new and you’re living with him right now, so I’m chopped liver. But anyway, I just want you to know I’m only kidding and if you’ve gone all wackadoodle obsessed over him, it’s okay.” She’s rambling, but the smile on her face looks like it could split in two. I can’t help but smile back just as large and to take a moment to just be thankful that we’re here and that we survived crashing and burning those years ago.

“I’m gonna marry him,” I say. Mindy sets the broom down, grabs a rag and a spray bottle, and starts to wipe down the counter top.

“Yeah, Jeremy says this is getting serious,” she says. Since she’s been staying with Nic and Duke, she’s had the opportunity to spend some time with Jeremy as well. She looks around the shop with narrowed eyes.

“Oh yeah, Tall’s in the back,” I say hooking my thumb in that direction. She relaxes a bit and goes back to cleaning the counter top just as Tall walks out. He jerks his chin at her and gives her a smile, which she returns.

“Hey Aaron,” she says. My eyes widen and I look from him to her and back again. I’m not sure how much she knows about the club, but she should definitely know to call him by his club nickname. Then again, we seem to make an exception for Jeremy, so maybe Grady’s riot act was a little more dramatic than need be.

“What’cha need, Bean?” he asks her. Again, I’m left more than a little confused about this. Bean? Since when did the club give her a nickname? This entire trip has shed light on why I’ve been a crappy best friend lately. I have no idea what’s going on with Mindy or what her daily life is like now.

“I need to do a full mop-down. Can you stack the tables in the corner? They’re kind of heavy.”

“You got it,” he says and starts to systematically stack the tables in the corner in a manner that tells me he’s done it several times before.

I open my mouth to ask her how close she and Tall really are, but I’m silenced by a loud crash and the shattering of one of the front windows. Glass flies everywhere in a violent burst. Mindy ducks behind the counter and I drop to my knees, shield my head, and pray that I’ve covered myself in enough time to avoid getting glass in my face. I’m barely crouched down when Tall’s heavy body slams into mine. He wraps his arms around me and doesn’t loosen his grip for what feels like forever, but is probably just a moment.

“You okay, Sweets?”

“Yeah,” I say. Everything is silent and still until Tall stands, draws out his gun, unclicks the safety, and carefully approaches the shattered window. His boots crunch over the glass as he heads for a small object in the center of the mess. With his gun trained on the window, he slowly bends, picks up the object and walks back to me. With his body shielding mine from the window, he directs me to stand and both Mindy and me toward the office. I don’t waste a moment following his orders and round the counter and rush inside the tiny office. It can’t be more than seven feet wide on either side. Mindy is already disappearing into the office when I make it around the corner. Thankfully, there are no windows in here and no other doors. The lack of glass makes me feel more secure, though I won’t really feel safe until Grady’s here.

“Are you okay?” I ask Mindy and lunge into hugging her. She wraps her arms tight around me and squeezes.

“That was scary,” she says into my hair and lets go.

Tall enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He sets the object down on the desk and pulls his phone out. The conversation is short and a moment later he’s hung the phone up.

Eyeing the object, I realize it’s something hard wrapped in a piece of white, torn paper. Tall reaches out, but I’m faster. I grab it up and immediately recognize its size and weight as a brick. Separating the brick from the paper, I hand him the brick and unfold the paper. It looks like some kind of medical report, but I can’t make much of it out. Words like internal hemorrhage stick out, but the paper is worn and some of the text is unreadable. Tall shakes his head and grabs the paper from me.

“It looks like discharge papers,” Mindy says as she peers over his shoulder.

“Shit,” he says loudly. Folding up the paper and sticking it in his pocket, he pulls at his hair. “Fucking hell.”

“What is it?” I ask, starting to freak out. He levels me with a hard stare and shakes his head.

“Club business,” I say with a nod. Being with Grady, or more correctly, being associated with the club, has a few obvious disadvantages, and this is one of them. Not knowing certain things and being embroiled in the middle of something that’s obviously dangerous scares the shit out of me most of the time, but I try not to think about it. I was in danger well before I fell for Grady, so it’s not like I can even blame my relationship with him for this. No, this is somebody else’s doing.

“Of course it is. This is ridiculous,” Mindy says. “I’m tired of the club messing up my life.” She’s moved past scared, and now she’s getting mad. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about the club. I know how she feels about them, but I had thought that maybe spending some time at Nic’s house she’d lighten up a little. From what Grady says, the club got wrapped up in this stuff because they were trying to make something right for someone who needed it. I have to believe that, despite everything my uncle and father would want me to believe about Forsaken, they must not be that bad. I only wish Mindy could see Grady the way I do—loving and protective. Maybe then she would have a little faith that the club isn’t awful, they just do things a little differently.

“I’ll be in the hallway. You two stay put,” Tall says. He pulls his phone back out of his pocket, puts it to his ear, and draws his gun up in front of him. With his phone tucked between his cheek and his shoulder, he slowly opens the door, steps through the frame, and then shuts it behind him.

“The guys will be here any minute,” I say to Mindy. “Then we’ll be safe.”

Mindy just shakes her head and gives me a disapproving glare. “Who are you? I mean, really? What happened to getting your life on track and making this your fresh start?”

Every muscle in my body tenses up, my temper rises, and I fold my arms over my chest. How dare she say that shit to me? “Who am I? I’m the idiot who spent two years cleaning up after your messes. I’m the moron who thought she could pull your out of your own filth, that’s who I am.”

“Great, so now it comes out,” she says. Her mouth forms a pout, and tears well in her eyes. “I knew you would throw that in my face eventually. I just knew it. Go ahead, Holly. Tell me how I ruined your life!”

“You didn’t ruin it,” I snap. Even angry, I can’t bring myself to say the things that are flying through my brain. “I made my choice. I stayed when I didn’t have to, I know that. But do me a favor and just get off my back, okay? I don’t tell you how you fucked up at every turn, do I?”

“No,” she bites back. “I don’t need your reminders. I feel it every single day. I’m a fucking junkie. My feet are so tore up that I can’t even wear sandals anymore. I have tracks in places you can’t even imagine sticking a needle. So no, Holly. I don’t need your judgment or your reminders.”

“Mindy,” I whisper in a plea. A tear falls down my cheek, unable to stay in any longer. This has been coming for years, but I’d hoped to continue to avoid it for a little longer. The old Mindy curses, but the new Mindy says silly things like wackadoodle and silly goose. The harsh words that fly out of her mouth scare me. They’re one big red flag that the old Mindy isn’t so deeply buried as I thought she was. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please just drop it,” she whispers and folds in on herself.

Time feels like it drags on and I start to worry for Tall. He hasn’t returned yet, and even though I have no idea if it’s been two minutes or twenty, I’m far too restless to stay in here like a sitting duck. Mindy says nothing as I grab the brick and creep to the door. Slowly, I open it and take a step out. Tall rounds the corner in that moment and shakes his head.

“Get back in the office. What the hell are you doing?”

“I was worried about you!” I defend myself and take a step back.

“Don’t worry about me,” he orders. A shadow casts on the wall at the end of the hallway and a strange man enters. He’s of average height, but his face is all sucked in and his eyes are wild. He raises a gun at the back of Tall’s head. I scream out at the loud bang. Dark red liquid coats my face and clothes as Tall’s eyes go blank and his body drops to the floor. Blood pools at the back of his head and he’s so still. I close my eyes to try to ignore what I’ve seen.

IN SHOCK, I
can’t move or scream anymore. I feel Mindy move behind me and let out a loud scream. The man at the end of the hall is joined by another, who also has a gun in hand. They advance on us, shoving us further into the little office. The man who shot Tall points his gun at my head, forcing me into the corner and to the floor. I hide the brick behind me, hoping he doesn’t see it. The second man has his gun on Mindy. She is still as a board and her face is blank. I know this look–she’s shutting down. And who would blame her? She just saw a man die—a man who was her friend on some level.

Tall’s dead.

I force myself to not feel what’s going on around me. I’ve never dealt well with blood, so I block it out the best I can. It’s water. It’s just water that’s on my face and arms.

These men don’t look like the smooth talking Italian that stuck us on the seawall. No, he didn’t use a gun or violence. He just asked for a favor in a way he knew neither of us could refuse. It was either cooperate or be hurt, so we cooperated. These guys look and smell filthy. A rich body odor emanates from them, and their movements are jerky. Neither looks healthy, and both remind me of Mindy when she was at her worst. My stomach rolls from the reminder.

“Nicole Whelan,” the second man says looking at Mindy.

“No, I’m not—” she says and shakes her head in confusion, but he isn’t having it. He lifts the gun and pops her across her cheek with the butt of it. “Shut up, whore. I didn’t say you could talk.”

Instinctively, I move forward, but the guy shoves the gun into my temple, making me freeze in place. They think Mindy is Nic. I open my mouth to try to correct them, but I don’t dare speak. The man with the gun to my head pulls out a cell phone and pushes a few buttons, then brings it to his ear.

“I got your bitch and Grady’s bitch here,” the man says. His speech patterns are all over the place, and the gun shakes as he speaks. They may not know who Mindy is, but they obviously know who I am. My chest constricts in panic.

“Nicole is going to pay for what you did.” There’s a beat of silence before I hear shouting on the other end. It’s Josh, and he’s flipping out, which is to be expected. Whatever is going on is clearly personal. These guys want Nic, not Mindy, but if they know she isn’t Nic, they might just kill her. The man at my side didn’t waste a second killing Aaron, and they have obviously done their homework if they know Grady and I are together, just not well enough to know they have the wrong blonde. “You let us do our job and we’ll leave, but if you come in here, they both die and your baby dies with them.”

The man on Mindy puts his gun on the nearby filing cabinet. His eyes roam Mindy’s body, and he licks his lips. Reaching out, he slaps her across her face twice and then grabs her head and pulls her face into his. She whimpers, but doesn’t move to defend herself. His lips smash against hers, and he walks her back into the wall behind her. She doesn’t move her mouth, she just squeezes her eyes shut as he bucks his hips into her. I close my eyes, refusing to watch what I fear is about to happen.

“Open your fucking eyes,” the man next to me says. I force myself to look up at him. He shoves his phone in my face and makes me grab it. “You’re going to tell her Old Man everything my buddy does to his woman.”

With the phone at my ear, I shake my head and whimper, “Please no.”

The butt of the gun pops me across my mouth just hard enough to hurt like hell but not so hard that I lose my grip on the phone. My mouth fills with blood.

“Just do what he says, Holly,” a familiar voice says from the other end of the line.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Tell him!” the guy shouts. Not wanting to, but knowing I don’t have another choice, I turn my head back across the room. The man has his hands on Mindy’s breasts and is kneading them. Her arms are down at her sides and her eyes are closed. Her cheeks are wet with tears. She is dead still. As painful as it is to watch this, I can’t even imagine what she’s going through.

“He’s touching her breasts,” I manage to say through the panic that’s closing in around my lungs.

“Holly, it’s Ian,” the voice on the other end says. “We know you’re at Universal Ground. We just have to see if we can get in there without getting you two hurt even worse, okay?”

“Okay,” whisper.

“So just keep talking,” Ian says. “We know Nic is safe. She’s with Ruby.”

The man on Mindy wraps a hand around her neck, squeezes, and then slams her head against the wall behind her. My gut lurches as she opens her eyes and cries openly. He reaches down and yanks at the button of her jeans, then pulls down the zipper. She jerks away and shoves at his chest, dragging her nails across his skin. Spots of blood appear in the scratches, but she’s not able to stop him. He punches her first in her stomach, causing her to double over, and then right in her nose. Blood sprays out and coats her chin and T-shirt.

“He’s hitting her,” I say as steady as I can. My body shakes violently.

“More detail, you fucking cunt,” the man with the gun says. He uses his free hand to strike me across my face then grabs a rough hold of my breast and squeezes. I cry out in pain, but don’t move to stop him. Everything is just getting worse and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. He lets go and brings his hand across my cheek. “Or I’m going to fuck your face until you choke on my dick.”

“More detail, Holly,” Ian commands. His voice is a mixture of pain and anger. “Just tell me.”

The guy grabs Mindy by the back of her neck and shoves her face down onto the desk in the center of the room. Her arms splay out to break her fall as she claws at the corner of the desk to get away, but he grabs at her unbuttoned jeans and yanks them down to her ankles. She screams with such pain that I break out into uncontrollable sobs.

“He’s got her on the desk and he’s taking her pants off,” I cry into the phone. The man looks up at his buddy by my side and smiles wide.

“Gorgeous pussy. You should see this, dude,” he says and shoves her legs apart. He unzips his fly and pulls his dick out. Mindy scrambles to get away, but he brings his closed fist down onto the center of her back. Her entire body jerks in response, and she screams louder than before. He pulls her back by her hips, and with one hand, he pushes himself inside of her.

“He’s raping her,” I wail. My eyes close involuntarily and I scream out.

“Fuck,” Ian says. His voice is rough, and he clears his throat. “Hang in there, Holly. We’re coming in, we just have to be quiet.”

“Watch, you fucking slut!” the man with the gun screams in my ear. “Tell him, tell her
Old Man!”

“Open your eyes,” Ian says. I do as I’m told. The man rams into her harder with each thrust. My stomach rolls from the sight of it, and I try to focus on Mindy, not the man violating her. Her strawberry blonde hair is mostly covering her face, but I can see that her eyes are closed and she’s gritting through the pain. Her jaw is locked, and her teeth are bared.

I reach forward and wrap my hand around hers. She jerks away, but I hold her hand tighter. Her tear-filled eyes open, and she gasps in agony.

“I’m here, Minds,” I say through my tears. “I love you, and I’m here.”

She says nothing in response, but she lets go of the edge of the desk and grabs my hand. She squeezes it hard and sobs into the desk.

Finally, the man stills and lets out a relieved sigh. He grunts and then blows out a breath. Mindy cries quietly on top of the desk. She’s holding onto me and the desk so tight that her knuckles have turned white.

“My turn, dude,” the man at my side says. The other guy zips up his jeans, and the men trade places. The man who killed Tall hands the gun over to his friend then moves to stand beside Mindy. He grabs one of her legs and one of her arms and yanks her onto the ground. She falls on top of the fallen desk accessories and screams out in pain. A cracked cup of pens is crushed beneath her face, and a tray of paper clips and other various small items is under her forearm. A sob escapes her as snot drips down her face and onto the carpet below.

“They’re taking turns,” I whimper into the phone. “Mindy’s on the ground.”

Sweat trickles down the face of the man beside me. He licks his cracked lips and gives me a satisfied smile. In a soft but menacing voice he says, “Tell him his baby is going to die. Go ahead.”

“He says your baby is going to die,” I mumble through my hiccups and sobs.

Ian’s voice in my ear is kind and encouraging, “There is no baby, remember that, Holly. We’re almost in the shop, so just hang in there.” He keeps his voice quiet and steady, though the longer this goes on, the more pain I hear from him. I know they’re coming, they have to. It’s just not fast enough. Mindy’s already so hurt. I don’t know that she’s going to survive this even if we make it out of here alive.

The man surveys the room before he finds something he likes. On the wall beside me is a miniature bat trophy that’s affixed to a diamond-shaped placard. He yanks it off the wall and pulls the bat off its base. Mindy sobs on the floor quietly, her face in the carpet. He throws the placard down, grabs her by her hair, and kicks her in her stomach. Then again and again.

“Stop,” I scream. “Please!”

A rough hand reaches out and closes itself around my neck. He squeezes just enough so that I can’t breathe.

“What’s happening, Holly?” Ian asks. I try to tell him, but it’s impossible. All I manage is a squeak. The man shakes me, shoving my head in to the wall behind me. My ears ring, and everything gets really blurry, but I manage to keep hold of my consciousness. He lets go, and I suck in a desperate breath.

The man moves behind Mindy. He lifts her hips, takes the bat, and shoves it inside of her. Her screams are deafening. My stomach churns at the sight. I can’t take watching this anymore.

I throw the phone down and shove at the guy beside me. This is too much. They’re going to kill her. I have to do something to at least distract them. The man beside me pushes me back into the wall and onto my butt. I hit the brick and scream out as the pain shoots up my spine. The brick. If I can get a hold on it, maybe I can do something to help instead of just sitting here and doing nothing.

“Keep her in line!” The man with the bat shouts. His eyes are increasingly wild, and he’s taking on even jerkier movements. He pulls the bat out and throws it across the room. It hits the wall. A Streaks of blood splatter across the paint. Mindy’s cries quiet, and her body goes still. She just kind of stops everything except for shallow breathing. He hurt her, and I did nothing to stop it.

I did nothing.

The man with the gun cocks it and shoves it into my cheek. His friend grabs Mindy by her hair again and forces her onto her knees. He stands before her and unzips his jeans. Her face is scratched up from the pen cup, tiny streaks of blood drying in place. Her arms are bright red from carpet burn. I don’t dare look down at her naked lower half. I can’t go there. This is bad enough. But bright red streaks draw my attention to her exposed thighs. The front of the man’s pants are splattered in blood, and his bright red hand stains her blonde hair.

He pulls himself out of his fly and leads her face toward it. With one hand around her neck and the other at the back of her head, he forces her to take him in. Her nails dig into his thighs as she tears at his flesh, but he doesn’t stop.

“And don’t bite him, or I’ll blow a hole in your friend’s face,” the man with the gun says. Mindy’s eyes turn my way, and she bursts out into tears again, but the man redirects her head and slams himself into her mouth. It happens twice more before her body involuntarily seizes and she hunches forward as she chokes on him. Vomit pours from her mouth, but still he doesn’t stop. He slams in again and again, not giving her a chance to recover. She gasps for air, but more vomit falls out. Her throat closes up, and her body shakes violently. He’s assaulted her in every way possible and it’s in this moment that I don’t give a fuck if they kill us anymore. In fact, I hope they do. I don’t want to live in a world where I have to have seen this happen.

It’s painful, what he’s doing to her—making her choke on her own vomit around his dick. I grip the brick under my ass and eye the man with the gun.

“Take me,” I say. “Just stop hurting her.” Tears fall down my cheeks, and my chest rises and falls in a frenzied state. I move the brick to my side opposite him. “Please, take me. Hurt me, just stop! Stop! Please!”

He moves the gun and reaches down for his zipper. I lift the brick and slam it inside the side of his face. He falls back and drops the gun. With unsteady feet and shaking arms, I climb on top of him and throw the brick into his face one more time.