The Bikers Rebel (Warriors Series {3})

Twenty

She was shaking in the corner of her room, balled up and rocking back and forth. She always hated coming down. That's how she got addicted before, she'd keep doing it to avoid coming down, and to forget Rampage.

Rebel couldn't remember how long she'd been there. It all blurred. They must have shot her up at least four times since she got here, all of them big doses. She always hated it that way, she preferred lines. She just wanted a line. Just one.

She crawled over to the mattress on the floor and grabbed the fleece blanket, wrapping it around herself. Her room was like a cell. Mattress bare on the floor, one blanket and pillow, one toilet, no windows. The walls were concrete with chips in them, dirty, bare. The door was metal with a slot in the middle for when they gave her food. The light was a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It was dim and flickered occasionally.

She continued to rock back and forth, pulling the blanket tighter when she heard foot steps. The door unlocked, opening slowly. It was the guy who ordered the prospect to be killed. He seemed to be in charge.

He grinned, showing yellowing teeth. "Coming down again?" He chuckled, pulling out a baggie. "I have just the solution, niña."

She licked her lips and nodded. Just a little bit, that's all she wanted.

"Oh no, niña. I think it's time you start working for this. This is product we're wasting."

"W-What do you want m-me to do?" She asked, eyeing the baggie.

"We have a club you can work in. You can start tonight and we will give you enough to get by."

"What k-kind of club?"

"A strip club."

She thought about it. It was just stripping. Nothing else. It got her a line. She needed that line...

She nodded and he laughed. "Ricardo, set her up and then take her to the club. The boss is coming tonight and he will be very pleased seeing her there."

One of the guys stepped forward with a tray. On it was a small line of cociane. There wasn't a note, but that was ok, it was small enough she could just snort it up.

She inched forward, looking at Ricardo for permission. He nodded and she placed her nose to the tray, plugging one side, she sniffed it up with other. She sat back and closed her eyes.

Someone laughed. "Look at that. Puta didn't leave nothin behind."

"She knows what she's doing," someone else said.

Rebel stared up at them. Ricardo gripped her arm and help her stand up, leading her through a building. He put her in the back of a van and got in the front seat. She held onto it and leaned forward.

"I just have to strip, right? Nothing else?" She asked.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

He looked at her through the rear view mirror for a moment and then back on the road. He didn't say anything else. She sat back, she didn't have any fight in her like she used to.

I need you to stay strong, fight...

Ram's words ran through her head. She curled into a ball as tears pooled in her eyes and slowly fell down.

I have no more fight. I'm so sorry, Ram, so sorry. I can't be strong anymore...

~*~*~*~*~

Rampage stormed through the clubhouse. He'd been following a lead for the last six days and it turned out to be a dead end. He punched a hole in the wall as he made his way to the bar. He pushed the prospect out of the way and grabbed a bottle of Jack and a shot glass.