HARDCORE: Storm MC(54)

Then Dom went back into the alcove to retrieve the other girl and brought her to the sofa. She had passed out sometime during the altercation. I thought that was probably better for her, and we didn’t try to wake her.



Right after that came the roar of a thousand bikes.



Okay, that was an exaggeration. But it sounded like the entire MC had come to take down an army of darkness. Fraternal solidarity was beautiful.



Dom went to meet them at the main door to the house while I kept watch of the sleeping girl and the hog-tied prince of porno and pricks. In moments, the MC Pres came barreling into the room, spotted his girl immediately, and was on his knees at the side of the sofa, pulling her into his arms.



He might have been crying. Nobody watched, and nobody said anything.



Most of the rest of the MC guys actually stayed out in the front of the house; only a few had come in yet. Dom made his way back to me quickly, making sure I was okay in the midst of this onslaught of big tough men. They were a bit much, no question, and I was grateful for his consideration. He still didn’t know the particulars of what the Sick Bastard had done to me, but Dom was taking no chances. He was not going to leave me alone, even among friends.



Someone called the cops to come in to clean up the detritus of Ronn and Fielding. Dom then spent a minute or two with a couple of the MC guys, describing how to get to Fielding, so that he could stay with me and not have to go back down when the cops got there.



Dom pulled me aside. “Sienna, baby. I remember you kind of freaked out before when you thought I was gonna call the cops into this. You okay with them coming now? What was that about, babe?”



I almost laughed. Now that Ronn and Fielding had been effectively shut down, my concern was as nothing. “Ronn had threatened me, that if I ever called the cops around him for anything, that he’d use his special blade on me. All over me. And he had whipped this ugly scary switchblade out of his pocket, and it was curvy and jagged and—”



I couldn’t even get the words out; the memory of the threat still freaked me out, and now that I was describing it, it was like I was living it again. I gestured to the parts of my body that Ronn had run that blade over: my face, breasts, my stomach, my sex. I shuddered, and Dom didn’t need more words.



He held me. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. He can’t get to you now. You know that, right? It’s over. It’s all done. You’re with me, you’re safe, and I’ve got you. No more worries, right, baby?”



God, I loved this man.



Another MC guy had brought along a couple pairs of sweats and stuff for me and Zoe—Pres/Clav’s daughter, I finally learned—to throw on.



She woke up soon after Pres’s arrival and was pretty groggy and freaked-out, but also really happy to see her dad again. She immediately burst into tears, but I was pretty sure they were of the relief variety.



It took like what seemed like forever after the cops and ambulances arrived before we were allowed to leave the scene and go home to Dom’s place. The paramedics treated Dom and Zoe first, then checked me out, too, before turning their attentions to the beaten men in custody.



The cops had wanted full statements from me and Zoe and Dom, which we did to the best of our abilities, but I was nearly passing out from exhaustion and nausea and what soon amounted to a migraine, so Dom promised we’d go into the station soon to give full reports, and he got me out of there as quick as he could.



Once they all heard about my three up-close-and-personal experiences with the Taser, everybody was more than willing to give me leave; apparently, those things are known for packing a serious long-term punch. So, that was excellent news. I had yet more awesomeness from fucking Fielding to look forward to.



But I knew I had Dom, and Dom had my back. I loved him so much, and I was feeling more lucky and grateful than precious and mean about the whole thing.



Everybody assured us that Fielding and Ronn were both going to be going away for a very, very long time, and that all of our actions were clearly in self-defense and called for (even though I knew that, strictly speaking, that wasn’t exactly the way it went down). I think the cops were so disgusted by my story and Zoe’s, that they were happy to turn blind eyes to the little damage we had done to the two porno degenerates and murderers.



Anyway, by the time we finally got back to Dom’s, I was beat. He was beat. We didn’t need any more words between us, anyway. He got us some water and gave me some headache and pain meds, took some himself; then we stripped out of our clothes and climbed into bed for skin-contact comfort, and we slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms.