Renegade Lady (Renegade Sons MC 1)(4)

I motion my head towards a guy throwing up in the corner.  “Is this what you signed up for?”
A look of disgust crosses his face.  “Hell no. I got an old lady and a daughter.  I planned on bringing them here after I got settled, but I don’t want my little girl around shit like this.”
“So, you’re not planning on sticking around?”
“Doubt it.  I figure I’ll work for a while then head back home.” He shakes his head.  “Sad though, I liked the idea of being a part of something bigger than myself.”
I smile as soon as the words leave his mouth.  “If that’s true, then head on down to Big Clifty.  It’s about thirty minutes south of Kansas City.  I think you’ll find what you’re looking for there. I’ll be heading out soon. You can follow, if you like.”
I don’t bother waiting for him to reply before I start to walk towards the hall.  I figure Killer took a few chicks to his office, but he’s going to have to kick them to the curb.  We need to talk, and what we don’t need is an audience.  I make my way down the hallway, but stop when I hear a whimper.  I swear, it sounds like a baby.  If these crazy motherfuckers have a kid in the middle of this shit, I’m going to kill a few of these stupid sons of bitches.
I continue to the office, but stop when I reach the room next to it.   What I see makes me want to put a damn bullet into Rig and Timmons’ heads.  Both of the stupid fuckers are buck ass naked and hammering into a girl. From the looks of it, she seems to be a damn kid.  There’s no fuckin’ way the girl can be over eighteen. What the hell? This is wrong! I storm into the room and snatch Timmons off of the frail girl beneath him.
Dick swinging around, he stumbles back. “What the fuck?” he says, slurring, high as a kite.
I pull out my piece, grab him by the hair, and push the barrel of the gun into the center of his forehead.  “That’s exactly what I want to know.”
“What the hell is going on, man?” Timmons asks again as he tries to pull away from the cold steel hovering between his eyes.  
I jerk his head back towards me. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting this fucker go. “Like I said, that’s what I’d like to know.”
Rig pushes the kid off his dick, and she falls towards the floor. “Chipper, you need to chill the hell out.”   
I look down at the girl, and for the first time, I can get a good look at her face. Both of her eyes are black and swollen.  I’d bet she can’t even see shit through either of them.  Blood steadily drips from her nose, and there’s no doubt in my mind that the damn thing is broken.   Her body is covered in multiple black and blue bruises, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t have a broken rib or two.  When I lower my eyes down her body, I finally zero in on the blood that’s pooled between her legs.   
“How old is she?” I seethe out, grinding my teeth.
“Don’t worry about it, Chipper. She’s good. She’s Timmons’ little plaything,” Rig says with a smug smile.  He looks towards her and nudges her with his foot.   “You enjoy it. Ain’t that right, sweet thing?”#p#分页标题#e#
Fury over-boiling deep within my belly, I smash the butt of my pistol into Timmons’ temple, and he instantly goes limp.  I toss him to the floor and point my gun at Rig.  “Timmons’ plaything?” I say in disgust.  “Does she look like she’s enjoying it to you?”
Rig takes a step back.  “Like I said, you need to chill out.  This isn’t club business. It’s between her and Timmons,” he says, motioning towards the girl.  
I ignore him and take a step towards the kid.  “Darlin’, how old are you?” I say as softly as I can, hoping I won’t scare her more than she already is.
“I’m sixteen,” she says in a faint whisper. Her voice is so weak that I worry she may be hurt even worse than I originally thought.
“Do you think you can walk?” I ask her.
She hesitates for a second then slowly nods.
“Okay, darlin’.  I want you to stand up, get your clothes on, and walk out to my bike. It’s the white ‘fat boy’ with the Renegade emblem on the tank.”
She slowly stands up, no doubt trying to avoid as much pain as possible.  She stumbles towards a piece of purple material on the floor, and when she slides it over her body, I realize it’s a nearly see-through nighty. “That all you got, babe?”