I stop and think. “Just one more thing,” I say, pulling down the pig’s pants, and grabbing ahold of his limp dick. I try not to gag at how small and wrinkly the thing is while I’m hacking away at it with a scalpel. When it’s finally detached, I shove it down his throat. He’s already dead but maybe his spirit is getting a good look at his fucked up body before being dragged down to Hell.
“Alright, let's go,” I say, tossing my dirty gloves aside.
“Did I ever tell you how radiant you look covered in blood, my Queen?” Neo purrs, pulling me to him.
“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it.” I grin up at him. He leans over me and starts to lick my face clean. I giggle at the tickling feeling.
“Alright, so what do we do about her?” Dean says, pointing to the room where he stashed the girl.
“Let's get an ID from her bag. Maybe Evie can pull up some information on her." Dean hands over the girl's purse before going into the room to get the girl. Dean is carrying her out to the car when I find her ID. I’m halfway to the car, reading the name on the card when my body freezes.
“You okay?” Neo asks, stopping next to me.
“Fuck,” I hiss out.
“What’s wrong?” Neo asks.
I look at the ID, then to the car, seeing Dean place her into the back seat.
“Just give me a second.” I pull out my phone and call Evie.
“Hey, did everything go okay?” she asks.
“Yes and no. He was with a girl, about to do some fucked-up things to her.”
“But we got there before he could rape her,” Neo adds loud enough for her to hear.
“Fuck.” Evie sighs sadly. “I wish I knew. I should have checked the cameras before he shut his off.”
“It’s not your fault, E. He's gone and dealt with. But, I have her ID. Can you run the number?”
“Of course,” she says. I tell her the number and it only takes a few seconds before this girl's information pops up. Evie is quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Low, this isn't good.”
“Is it her?” I ask.
“Yeah, it is,” she says, her voice low.
“Fuck! Alright, I’ll bring her back to the club. How the fuck do we tell her, especially after what just happened to her?”
“We will do it together, like always.”
“We're on our way back.” I sigh. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hanging up the phone, I shove it in my pocket, then run my hands over my face with a frustrated sigh.
“My Queen, what's wrong? Who is that girl?” Neo asks while his warm, bloody, strong hands find my shoulders, giving them a rub. Dean heads our way, stopping in front of me.
“That girl, her name is Stacy Hick. She’s my girl, Alex Hick’s, little sister. And now we get to go tell her that her sister almost got raped while she’s still recovering from what that MC fuck-boy did to her.”
When we killed that slime bag, I called up my bestie, Ty, and told him everything. He and his dad handled it. They don't tolerate rapists in their MC. It doesn't matter what chapter they’re in. The girls and I have been helping her deal with it the best we know how to. Most of us have just become numb from it and learned to deal with the pain until it’s a buzz of white noise.
The ride home was silent. Dean watched over Stacy the whole ride there. When we got back to the community of houses I own, where all my girls live, we took Stacy over to Evie’s and set her up in the guest room.
Evie called Alex over, and we broke the news to her. She broke down crying, and when she saw her sister's sleeping body, she lost it all over again. It was a long night, but Evie and I were never too far. Alex felt it was best to tell Stacy what happened, and we didn’t stop her. Stacy thanked me and hugged me while she cried.
What happened tonight was a big reminder of why I do what I do. And I won't be stopping anytime soon.