Vicious Cycle(59)

Tears pooled in Alex’s dark eyes, but she shook her head firmly back and forth. I couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped my lips. I knew she had been through hell, being beaten and strung up like she had, but I didn’t think I could bear for her to have been raped because of me.

“I’ll come by and see how you’re doing in the morning. For tonight, I would advise you get cleaned up and then try to get some rest. I’ll wait outside until you’re ready to sleep, and then I can give you something.”

“Okay,” Alex murmured.

Breakneck nodded and then gathered up his case. When he slipped out the door, I turned to Alex. “You want Mama Beth or Kim to help you with a shower?”

“You. I want you.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know we’ve messed around, but I’ll have to see all of you, and you’ve already been through so much tonight.”

“I need you to take care of me, Deacon.”

I exhaled a frustrated breath. “Babe, I gotta be honest. I can beat the hell out of the scum who hurt you, but this tender-loving-care shit?” I shook my head. “I ain’t cut out for it.”

“You’re doing just fine so far.”

“Fuck.” I grunted before rising up off the side of the bed. Leaning over, I drew her to me, picking her up off the mattress.

When I got to the door, she yelped in surprise. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the house.”

“Okay,” she whispered before ducking her head to my chest.

Breakneck followed along with us, occasionally stepping in front of me to direct people out of our way. I couldn’t remember the last time the clubhouse had been so packed. But anytime an attack went out on the club in any form, members from all over started to come in.

Kim fell in step with us as we made the silent journey down the road to Mama Beth’s. I wasn’t surprised to see her standing on the front porch when we walked up. Worry etched across her face as I climbed the stairs.

Without a word, I walked straight to the bathroom. Before I shut the door, I glanced over my shoulder. “Rev and Bishop are bringing her things. Lay out something for her.”

“Of course. Anything she needs,” Mama Beth replied.

I kicked the door shut with my boot. Then I eased Alex down on the toilet. She looked so fucking fragile sitting there. With her pale skin, she looked like a china doll that might shatter to pieces. Spinning around, I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature to lukewarm. I knew anything too hot would be hell on her skin where she’d been lashed.

Once the water was ready, I turned back around. “I need to get you undressed now.”

She glanced up at me through her long lashes before gently letting the blanket fall away from her shoulders. Grimacing, I reached around her back to unhook her bra. When it came undone, Alex momentarily kept the fabric pressed against her. Taking her by the waist, I eased her to her feet. I undid the button on her skirt and let it fall down her legs.

When my fingers grazed the waistband of her panties, I realized how hard she was trembling. “Alex, I don’t need to do this. Let me get Mama Beth.”

“No. I want you,” she replied with a firm resolve in her voice. She let the bra fall from her body. Then she reached for her panties and slid them down her legs. Once she was naked, she stared up at me. “Get undressed.”

“What?” I demanded.

“You’re just as dirty as I am. He’s still on your hands.”

I glanced down to see the reddish stain on my hands and fingers. I hadn’t had much time to scrub up in her kitchen before she had screamed for me. “Fine,” I replied. I’d already abandoned my blood-spattered shirt back at her house, so all that was left was to slide off my jeans. I never wore underwear.

Taking Alex’s hand, I led her over to the shower. When she stepped inside, I followed behind her. The moment the water hit her battered skin, she screamed. “Just give it a minute.”

“I-it’s l-like razor blades,” she sputtered.

“I know. It’ll stop stinging in a minute.”

My heart ached at the tears that streamed down her face. I’d been beaten enough to know what those first few minutes of hell in a bath or a shower felt like. But she’d been so sheltered, so protected, that it was a nightmare for her. And it was all my fault.

Brushing her hair back from her face, I whispered, “Shh. It’s going to be okay.”

She buried her face in my chest and began to cry so hard that her body shook mine. For a moment, my arms stayed at my sides. I was unsure how to handle the situation, especially with her injuries. Then, finally, I wrapped her in my embrace. “I’m sorry, Alex. I’m so fucking sorry.”