The Bikers Rebel (Warriors Series {3})

Chapter Twenty-Three

Rebel ran into the bedroom and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it. She pulled out the baggie from her bra, pouring some of the contents onto the sink counter.

It had been two days--since she got here--that she had a line. He wanted her clean. She didn't have a reason to be clean. It was just by chance that one of the guards dropped a baggie and she was quick enough to pick it up.

She did her best to line it up and snort it down. She didn't get a moment to enjoy it because there was banging on the door, followed by Marco's yelling. Panicking, she wiped at her nose and the counter, trying to hide the baggie. She flushed the toilet to try and make him think she was using the restroom, and opened the door.

His eyes found her nose and he gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her close. "Where did you get it?"

"I-I-I don't--"

He swiped his finger under her nose. White power covering part of it. He didn't let her speak before her was flinging her toward the wall. She slammed into it, banging her head and sliding to the ground. She could feel blood start to trail down the side of her face. She whimpered as he marched toward her.

"I fucking told you that you were to get clean!" He grabbed her by her hair, swinging her into the post on the four-poster bed, her vision blurring. "Where did you get the coke?"

"I f-found it..."

"Where?" His grip on her hair tightened and she clawed at his hand.

"G-Guard dropped it."

He slapped her and threw her to the ground. He crouched down and gripped her jaw tightly, "The next time I find out you use again, you will regret it. I promise you, amor."

The threat hung in the air as he stared her down. She wanted to close her eyes or a least look away, but she couldn't.

"Now--" the sound of the alarm going off stopped him. He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't move."

She blinked tears away as she watched him leave. She could have hoped that it ment she would be saved, but she had given up on the fantasy long ago.

Shots and shouting could be heard. Rebel tried to stand to go to the bed, but her head spun and her stomach tightened. She grunted and gripped her stomach with one hand, supporting herself with the other. Pain stabbed into her like no other she had felt before. She let out a gasp of pain, laying back down to go into fetal position.

She thought she heard someone yelling her name, but it must have been an illusion from the pain. Tears streamed down her face as her stomach felt like it was tearing apart, then she felt something pool beneath her.

The pounding of feet running reached her ears. She heard her name, a gun going off, someone running past and then backtracking. Silence. Her nails dug into her stomach.

"Fuck me..." Someone breathed. Then they were by her side, moving the hair from her face. "Rebel, baby, can you hear me?"

She bit her lip and nodded. A gentle hand turn her head and she was staring up into Ram's pitch black eyes. She shook her head. It wasn't possible. This had to be a dream or something. It couldn't be real.

"Rebel, it's me. I'm here. I've got you now, ok? Imma get you outta here." He moved to pick her up.

"No!" She cried. "I hurt, Ram... I hurt so much..."

"Baby, you're bleeding real bad, we need to get you outta here and to a doctor. Please, baby. Let me help you."

She nodded and he slipped his arms under her, lifting her slowly. He made his way to the door, stopping to look out. They left the room and he had her reach into his cut for his phone, dial two, and place it near his ear.

"I got her. Headed down the stairway now. She's gonna need the doc."

He let the phone slip down into her lap and kept walking. It was halfway down the second hallway they were stopped.

"Don't move!"

Rampage stopped and turned slowly. Down the hall was Marco, gun in hand and aimed at them.

"That is my wife you are taking Mr. Rampage."

"Got some bad news for you, Mr. Ramirez-Rodriguez. It wasn't made official. It's just two signatures on a piece of paper. Nothing was documented." Rampage said as he placed her against the wall.

"You lie!"

"Nope. I killed the man who was supposed to take care of it. Had one of my guys make sure it was bullshit." Ram cracked his knuckles.

Marco fired. Ram dodged, pulling out his gun and firing multiple times. Marco didn't move fast enough. Though she wished it had been more painful for him, that was how her not-so husband died, and she was ok with it.

Ram got up and walked over to her. She could see him walking toward her, but everything became blurry. She blinked. Once. Twince. Then nothing.

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Rampage sat at the bar with everyone else. Usually they would be celebrating, getting shit faced and have the club whores around. But tonight, it was quiet. No one spoke or played music. The club sluts were kicked out and everyone had a beer but not one had made it to half empty yet.

It had been three hours since they made it back. The doc had everyone clear out of his room so he could examine her. With each minute that passed he became more agitated.

A scream filled with so much pain, terror and dread had him jumping out of his seat and running toward his room. Another scream had his heart ripping out of his chest. He'd never heard a more heart wrenching scream before.

He swung the door open. Rebel had her knees to her chest, arms wrapped around them and balling her eyes out and screaming. The doctor sat next to her, rubbing her back.

Banks stormed past him and grabbed the doc, slamming him against the wall. "What did you tell her?" He demanded, his voice raised.

Rampage wrapped his arms around Rebel as she let out another scream. "Baby, what'd he tell you?"

"She said she didn't want you in the room when I offered to call you in," the doc said. "She wanted me to tell her. I insisted on someone being here but she refused."

"What?" Banks snapped. "Was she raped or something?"

"Surprisingly, no. There are no signs of rape. Just an addiction to coke that could kill her...." He trailed off.

At the word "kill" Rebel cried out again and fell against him, gripping his shirt.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry!" She cried.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, baby," Rampage said, moving the hair from her face and wiping away her tears.

"I-I-I k-k-killed it..."

His brows pulled together and he looked to the doc. "She killed what?"

The doc looked at Rebel with a sadness he'd never seen before. "Her addiction... killed the baby..."