How the Sons Saved Me

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

At some point, in all my worrying I must've fallen asleep; I awoke to the door of the room being slammed open and Hap walking in. I scrambled to my feet and threw myself down on the floor awaiting his commands.

Hap sighed before saying, "Get your ass up girl. We are gonna have a long talk about what happened to ya when you were with the Irish."

I nodded my head slightly before Hap reached down and made me stand. He grunted before hauling me out the door and down the hall to the main area of the club house.

All the Sons from the previous day were waiting for us there. Jax watched Hap drag me to where a table had been set up with plenty of seating around it.

"Ok darlin', we are going to have a chat about what you seen or heard when with the Irish. We want you to speak freely here. None of this 'yes, master' shit ight?"

I looked to Hap quickly unsure of how to respond.

"Listen to the Prez girl."

I meekly nodded my head before looking Jax in the eye.

"What do you want to know?" I whispered.

Jax gave me a small smile before beginning his questions.

"Do you know where you were being held in Ireland?"

"I don't remember much of Ireland, besides the small, dark rooms that they kept us in until training or auction days. I think we were held in Belfast; I'm not sure where exactly though."

Jax looked quickly at the Scot before turning back to me.

"How many of you were there?"

"There were 10 or so of us in the room I was held in. There was a hall way full of doors. I'm not sure where the other doors lead so there could have been lots more of them." I whispered in a shaky voice, the memories of that horrid place plaguing me.

Jax was silent for a minute before he turned to Hap and said, "What are your thoughts?"

Hap shook his head and said, "Needs more time."

Jax nodded before looking around the room. "Ok here's the deal. We are ALL going to take turns heling Hap with Cian. Once we do then we are goin' after those Irish bastards."

All the men agreed without complaint. My fear rose to a new level as my mind begin to race; the expectations were going to be different for each master, and each master had different punishments for various things.

"I'll take the lass first." came the Scot's voice.