When we reach the club’s common room, I see Chipper holding Mindy in his arms. I look around and notice a few of the members staring at them with surprised faces. At first, I don’t see what the problem is, but then a movement behind Chipper catches my eye.
What I see shocks the shit out of me. There’s a young girl standing silently behind Chipper, and judging by her size, I can tell that she should be at a pep rally, not a fucking MC. When I finally zero in on her face, my shock turns into fury. The little thing is covered in random streaks of dried blood from her head down to her toes. Her face is bruised and swollen. Her legs are bare, and the only thing that she’s wearing is Chipper’s shirt.
Before I can open my mouth and ask what the fuck’s going on, Pop beats me to it. “What the fuck happened?”
The girl starts to shrink away, but Chipper puts his arm around her and pulls her close to his side. “It’s okay, darlin’. You’re safe here,” he says quietly.
He then turns to his wife. “Mindy, can you take her and find some clothes, clean her up, and get a room ready for her? Make sure it’s close to my old room. I got a lot of things to talk to Pop about, so we’ll all be sleeping here tonight. But tomorrow, she’ll be coming home with us.”
“She’s going home with us?” Mindy asks, looking as shocked as the rest of the room.
A determined look crosses Chipper’s face, and then he leans down and whispers into Mindy’s ear. Whatever he said leaves her looking like she’s seen a ghost. She looks up to him and places her hand on his cheek. “Okay, love. I’ll take care of your girl.”
“Come with me, honey,” she says softly, reaching her hand out to the shaken girl. The kid hesitates and looks to Chipper. As soon as my brother nods, she takes Mindy’s hand.
As I watch her walk away, something comes over me; something I can’t quite figure out. Even though she looks like she’s had the shit beat out of her, her eyes unsettle me… there’s just something about them. Something that calls to me in a way that I don’t understand. Shaking off my thoughts of underage girls and their haunted eyes, I turn to Chipper to see that he’s staring at Pop with anger etched onto his face, and I know he’s about ready to blow.
“Pops, you’re fucking lucky I had to get that girl outta that damn club, or I would have blown every last one of them bastards apart,” he says angrily. “Do something about that fuckin’ club, or I will!” he shouts.
Pops steps forward. “What happened?”
“What happened?” he shouts even louder. “I’ll tell you what happened. Nearly every damn member was strung out on coke. There’s no leadership, nothing getting done. It was a complete cluster fuck.”
“What about the girl? Who is she?” I ask, not giving Pop a chance to respond.
Chipper jerks his head towards me. “She’s a sixteen year old kid that was being raped by members of the fucking club. Renegade Sons raping a kid…” He shakes his head. “It’s a fucking disgrace.”#p#分页标题#e#
Anger boils up inside me. We may be bikers, often crossing the line between right and wrong, but we don’t rape women. We sure as hell don’t rape little girls. “Who?”
“All I know is that her name is Jenna, and she doesn’t have anywhere to go.”
I shake my head in frustration. “No, I meant who the fuck was raping her?”
Chipper’s body grows rigid as he looks towards Pop. He stares at him for a moment before looking back to me. “Rig was, but he won’t be raping anyone else. I planted a bullet in his brain.”
I can tell he’s not telling me everything, but I don’t get the chance to ask anything else before Pop motions for Chipper to follow him into his office.
Jenna
The woman, I’m assuming, is Chipper’s old lady, leads me into a room at the back of the club house. It’s a lot bigger than the rooms at the Mateland MC, and it’s sure as hell a lot cleaner. There’s a bed in one corner and a small table with chairs in the other. It looks a lot like the rooms at the women’s shelter that me and mom would stay in when she didn’t have money for rent.
To say I’m scared is an understatement. In fact, I’m terrified. I can’t stop myself from worrying that at any moment, someone is going to say that I have to go back to Timmons. I’m his now, right? He said I was his and that no one would ever be able to help me. They can’t just take me away from him, can they?