“No.”
“This is bullshit!” I roared, quickly leaving the room.
Five
Catarina
So much had happened.
So much I needed to atone for.
How was I ever going to tell him?
I did everything I could, but I couldn’t stop it from happening. And now, look where it got me? My heart was ripped from my arms, my own brother sold me to a man who was pure evil, and I’ve been turned into something I never thought imaginable. My life was over. That was true. There was nothing I could do to change that.
But I could fix one thing.
I just needed Reggie’s help.
Was he hurt? Hungry? Did he miss me? Would he even remember me? I just needed to know he was okay. He had to be okay. I don’t know what I would do if he wasn’t.
That’s all I could concentrate on.
Nothing else.
God, I hope Reggie got here soon. I didn’t like being here alone.
I didn’t know these men. They all looked rough as if they’d all weathered the storm and whatever they had to survive. It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful for them. I just didn’t know them.
They reminded me too much of my past.
I tried to put it all out of my head. But I just couldn’t. Everywhere I turned, I was reminded of what had happened.
They tried to be nice. Even the man called, Healer was nice to me, his brother Judge, too. I just couldn’t think of anything else but him. I tried to think of other things, anything to help me get through my days, but I thought of him in the end.
His face was what gave me the strength to carry on.
I needed to because when he was in my arms again, he was going to need me. I knew it.
When I arrived at the Golden Skulls Compound, I was ushered to their infirmary, where Healer and his brother Judge did many tests on me. They were professional and took their jobs seriously. I later learned that both were actual doctors who provided care for the club members and volunteered their time at the local hospital free of charge.
I’d never heard of a doctor doing that. Where I came from, Doctors were all about money and prestige. To think I actually wanted to be one of those people once. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago. Now, all that mattered was making sure he was safe. I desperately needed someone to tell me he was safe, but no one could.
The Golden Skulls had been faithful to their word. From the moment I met the first one, they had done everything they said they would. Now I was just waiting for their last promise. Reggie to arrive. I learned that Reggie was called Player in the club. I wondered why they didn’t use their given names.
I loved Reggie’s real name.
He had a solid and respectable name.
Reginald Aaron Buchanan.
Yet, the club called him Player. It must be a club thing.
I didn’t know anything about motorcycle clubs. All I knew was what other people said or thought, and according to them, they were not nice people. Which, from my perspective, wasn’t the case. None of the members had done anything to make me feel scared, threatened, or in danger. In fact, it was the opposite. They were hospitable and kind.
I could see why the club life would be desirable to Reggie.
He was like that, always. So kind and funny. Always eager to help anyone in need. I bet he was well-liked in this club, that everyone loved him.