Facing My Demons (Devil's Right Hand MC #1)

Chapter 28

Again MAJOR trigger warning for this chapter! Read at your own risk!!!

Here's an extra-long chapter to make up for the cliffhangers and slight emotional damage hehe

Clove's POV

Grace is safe.

Amber is safe.

Wolf is safe. 

Those three statements are on a continuous loop in my mind. They are my lifeline. They are the only thing that is keeping me calm.

Grace is safe.

Amber is safe.

Wolf is safe.

The events of the past few hours are things I have only seen in lousy crime dramas, lifetime movies, or cliche books. I never thought anything of this magnitude would happen to me, but it did.

I want to say that the choice to go with Jesse came easily to me, that I was happy to give myself to him if it meant saving my family, but it wasn't. I spent the entire time we were negotiating with them trying to find another way. I wanted to see somebody missing from the group. Somebody we could sneak in behind Jesse and Faith with a gun, but there was no one.

When I walked to Jesse, I had half a mind to do as Grace asked and run. I wanted to run away, consequences be damned, but again that wasn't an option.

I am here because I did not a choice. I had to sacrifice myself. I have to put all of my faith in the boys to find me and bring me home before it's too late. I had to do what I did.

But now I have to fight. When Jesse took me, I had to be his puppet, there was too much at stake for me to fight back; however, now it is just me and him, and he will soon get a glimpse of the new Clove. The one that will fight him to the death before he ever lays another filthy hand on me.

The ride in the van is a blur as my mind is still spinning from the recent events. I didn't even realize we stopped until Faith opened the side doors, and then it all happens so fast.

The gun that was pointed at me quickly moved to Faith, and Jesse held a stern, emotionless face as he shot her three times in the chest. Her face turned to shock as she tried to say something, but by the second bullet, she was gone.

I screamed.

I screamed louder than I ever had in pure shock and desperation, but nobody heard me. Jesse threw Faith's bloodied body in the van and then tried to throw me over his shoulder but I wouldn't let him. I kept screaming. I kept fighting.

Eventually, he grew tired of my games and I didn't have time to react to the butt of his gun coming toward my face. It slammed into my nose with such force that I heard a crack, and then the world around me went silent and dark. 

Now, I am hanging by my chained hands in a dark and damp basement. I can feel a dull ache in my face from what I am sure is a broken nose and a black eye, but I am okay. I am alive, just cold.

Wait, why am I cold?

I look down and stifle a scream when I see that I have been stripped down to my bra and panties. I definitely had my clothes on when he pistol-whipped me, which means while I was unconscious, he touched me, just like last time. I don't think he actually raped me as I am not sore down there, but he still touched me, and that thought made me nauseous.

Fuck, how did I end up here? What is he going to do to me? I start to panic as my breathing becomes a little irregular but I have to calm myself down. I have to appear badass and unbothered when Jesse comes in here. I have to make it look like I am strong.