Taste of Wolves

Chapter 4

It was a week after they officially met and all Aria could do was think of those big, strong arms and what they would feel like wrapped around her body. What it would be like with him hovering over her. What his lips would feel like on hers. One evening as they were eating dinner, a group of people broke through the back door startling both women. Before Aria could get up to grab the baseball bat her aunt kept in the foyer closet, there were six tattooed men all dressed well scattered throughout the living room. One had a buzzcut and took a step towards her. She instinctively moved to stand in front of her aunt to protect her from anything that might be coming.

"What do you want?" Aria looked around at the group of men making the leader laugh at her.

He slapped her hard across the face before answering.

"You seem to be friendly with the local bikers." He stated.

"I don't know what you mean." Aria replied earning a punch to the face this time.

"Please leave my niece alone!" Linda exclaimed from her chair before one man moved closer to her and pointed a gun at her head.

"NO! Leave my aunt be, she's sick!" Aria cried out.

"I've seen you talking with one of the Sons. That's bad. They are bad. They are race traitors." He exclaimed.

"The hell are you talking about? I'm not associated with any bikers." Aria stated.

He punched her twice in the face this time. A ring on his left hand scraping her cheek cause blood to dribble down her face.

"Don't lie to me, bitch. I've got a photo of you with one of them." He shouted.

"I don't know who you're talking about!" She cried.

"Do it." The leader stated making two of his men walk over and proceed to beat her while another went after Linda.

Linda couldn't defend herself as she sat in her chair taking punches to the face and abdomen. Aria tried to fight off her attackers to protect her aunt but was only rewarded by being smashed into the wall causing a gash across her forehead. They were beating her in her abdomen and face both so she curled into a ball to protect herself with her hands and arms in front of her face but nothing she did helped her. A third man picked her up and held her so they could beat her in the face more. Linda cried as she and her niece were attacked for no reason. When one guy took out a knife, Aria's eyes widened afraid of what was about to happen. The possibilities were endless. He ripped her shirt and proceeded to cut a large "T" into her chest making her wail in pain.

"That's so every time your little friend sees you, it'll remind him of being a race traitor." The leader stated with a smirk.

She could feel the blood running down her body as the tears flowed silently down her cheeks. She could hear her aunt crying in pain as well behind her.

"Now, next time you see your biker buddy, tell him to tell the rest to quit selling guns to blacks and Mexicans." The leader stated as his man held the knife to her throat.

She just nodded carefully not about to say a word. He told his men to go and as quickly as they'd entered, they were gone. Linda wanted to check up on her niece but Aria promised she was fine despite her face being bruised, swelling, and bloody. Aria quickly grabbed her phone and hit the speed dial Quinn had put his number on. When his phone rang, he was surprised but excited to see who was calling him.

"Hey there." He stated with a smile making Tig raise an eyebrow.

"Quinn? I...we...please help." She stuttered.

"What's going on?" Quinn was instantly on guard.

"A group of guys broke in. Beat me and Aunt Linda up pretty bad. Said next time I saw my biker buddy to tell him to tell the rest to quit selling guns to the blacks and Mexicans." She explained, "I don't know who he was talking about or what he was talking about. We're scared."