Tainted Love(67)

Me: Can we talk sometime? Please.



Placing my phone back down on my bedside table, I feel like a place in me has broken for her. That memory was so vivid. Fuck. I lay there for a couple hours until the tears have dried on my face and the early morning sun is pouring into my room. I hear a knock on my door.

“Baby G, it’s me. Can I come in?”

“If I say no will you go away?”

The door swings open, and he prances in with his robe wrapped around him and in his Hugh Hefner slippers.

“Of course not,” I mumble, rolling my eyes.

He sits down on my bed, placing his arm around me. “I heard you screaming last night. I ran in here, but you were asleep and you wouldn’t wake up. What’s happening? I’m worried.”

“It was a memory…from that week,” I say looking directly at the wall.

His eyebrows push together in worry. “What happened?”

“To me? Not much compared to what Alaina had to deal with. That’s her story, though. I can’t share that with you, Carter,” I reply sadly.

“What about you? What did they do?”

I shrug, pulling the blanket up to my chin. “It only happened a couple times. He always used his fingers. He never came near me with his dirty dick.”

Carter swallows and turns red. “I can kill them,” he says with certainty.

I sit up on the bed and pat his hand. “Ade has already taken care of it. And Zane. I’m gathering, seeing as I left them there with both of the men who did this to us.”

“Well, I’ll unbury him and do it all over again,” he says with a shaky voice.

I grip onto his hand. “Hey, don’t. I didn’t tell you for sympathy, Carter. Don’t cry for me.”

He wipes under his eyes. “You don’t deserve all that, Kal. No one does. It’s sickening to think men like that exist in this messed up world.”

I nod my head and throw the covers off me. “I know. I need to make sure Alaina is okay. Every time I see her it’s as if she’s so strong, calm, and collected. She endured some horrible shit, Carter. I’m surprised Zane hasn’t burned this entire earth down.”

“Well,” he begins, walking over to me, “it’s probably that painful, that he’s gone the opposite way you know. It sounds like some pretty dark and deep shit.”

He’s right, that’s probably what is. Sometimes our coping mechanisms can change depending on how serious the shit is we have to deal with. Nothing can pull Zane and Alaina apart. They’re the King and Queen of the MC world. She fits perfectly into it. I knew her pre-Zane and she was always quiet and reserved. Maybe Zane brought out a side of her that she kept hidden. It’s like she has no fear now that she has her man by her side. I envy her in a way and I have an inkling of how that will feel because I felt it once—with Ade. Carter chuckles while looking down at his phone. I look behind me, taking my top off, leaving me in my panties and bra.

“What?” I snap at him.

I know that laugh. It’s a tsk tsk laugh. I might kill him if he decides today is a good day to pick on Kalie. I have a video to do tomorrow, and I need to go out shopping today. He flashes his phone at me, showing me what he’s looking at. I narrow my eyes, trying to gain a better look. I smile at the screen when I see Dominic has tagged me in all three of our photos from last night.

“Was a good night, huh?” Carter asks with a cheeky smile and a raised eyebrow.

I smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it was.”

Picking up my phone from the nightstand, I open up my Facebook app, and ‘like’ all three photos. I toss over whether I should make one of them my profile picture. Then think, not yet, too soon. I check my Facebook wall while I’m on there, and Phoebe has left a comment, which sets off a conversation with the girls.



Phoebe Rendon: Hey girl, lunch today?

Vicky Rendon: Yeah, not without me you’re not.

Phoebe Rendon: We might.

Vicky Rendon: I sincerely doubt that, sugar puff. I’m leaving Westbeach now.

Phoebe Rendon: Nope, don’t do the sugar puff thing again Vicky, makes me feel fat.

Vicky Rendon: Calm your tight size 0 ass down about it, sugar puff.

Alaina Mathews: I’M COMING! Vicky, if you leave me behind, I will set those Louboutin’s on fire. Don’t play.

Vicky Rendon: You’re an evil woman. We need to sneak out. Because of you know who.

Alaina Mathews: Yeah, that was pretty obvious, Vicky.

Phoebe Rendon: Ade?



I roll my eyes and laugh at their conversation. These girls are crazy, but I love them to bits. They don’t have to worry about Ade, he’s not on my friends list so there’s no way he can see their conversation. I look through the photos from last night again, smiling. My smile drops when I see the little earth symbol near the privacy.