Find A Way Back ✔

Chapter 23

Allison's POV

My whole body hurts.

They haven't even started the painful torture yet. Right now they're trying to break me. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't working.

They have no heat in the room I'm in. Actually, I'm sure they have the A.C. on.

I'm only in Reapers long-sleeve shirt and my jeans. No socks, shoes or anything else. It has to be like 20 degrees in here or something and the cement walls and floors aren't helping.

There's a small mattress on the floor in the left corner of the room. Right now, I'm huddled in the corner with the shirt over my legs trying to cover my feet and my head in the shirt.

I had put my hair down hoping to block the cold from my ears and neck as much as possible.

They won't let me sleep either.

Every time I'm about to doze off, they play this loud alarm into the room and they turn the cold off to let me warm up just a bit and then they start it all over.

I don't know how long I've been in here, but I do know that I'm starving, cold and VERY tired.

The door opened but I didn't want to leave my shirt cocoon to know who walked in.

"ready to talk yet Allison?" His voice rang out.

I went to open my mouth, but nothing even came out. It was almost like the cold air froze my voice box.

He pulled my head out of the shirt by my hair causing a sharp pain to course through my entire head.

"You don't look to good Allison." He said with a smirk.

I just stared at him with no emotion.

"You know what? I'm feeling a bit sympathetic. I'm going to turn the A.C. off and we're going to have story time."

What the hell is this man rambling about? I don't want a damn story; I want a blanket and food.

"I'll even give you something to snack on while I tell you my story."

They brought me in some celery, carrots, and ranch. What the fuck was this a party platter? But I didn't complain. I just wanted something in my stomach.

They placed it in front of me, but I didn't want to seem desperate, so I waited until he reached for it to take it away.

I grabbed it and dragged it closer.

I could already feel the room slightly warm up as I bit into the celery covered in ranch. It was like Heaven on Earth.

"Alright, where do I start? I guess I can start in high school."

I really didn't care what he had to say but I listened afraid he would take the food away.

"High school was difficult for me but SO easy for my sister. We were kids of the New England Riders President. Our father was cruel, but he had the respect of everyone. He was sentenced to life in prison and our parents moved us down here.

A MC club already ruled this area, but I was the son of a president and dammit, I was going to be a president when I graduated. Or so I thought."

I really just wanted him to get to the point.

"I struggled and tried to get the attention of a few of the MC kids we had in school, but they overlooked EVERYTHING I did. People started calling me weird and I became an outcast. But my sister was everyone's favorite. She entered pageant after pageants and won them winning the hearts of our high school peers and even gathered the attention of the club especially a one named Vulture."

My eyebrows scrunched up.

"You see, my sister got his attention and I tried to use that connection to get me in the door. I figured once they saw that I was more capable of taking over the club then him, they'd make me president instead. Only they never even gave me a fucking chance."

He was starting to lose his cool.

"And then the best thing happened. The idiot got pregnant her senior year with her older boyfriend. Only she didn't know that this 'special man' of hers had been dipping his pixie stick in A LOT of sugar." He chuckled to himself.

"She was devastated and started dating the son of one our mothers new pageant friends. She passed it off as his because she looked so much like her, you wouldn't even be able to find out who her daddy actually was without a DNA test."

I was getting confused. What did ANY of this have to do with me? It sounds like his irritation is with the club for not giving him a chance. Which is stupid as it is considering he's obviously the president of the chapter he created.

"Don't look so confused Allison. I'm getting to the BEST part."

I was still eating as much as I could before they could take the food away from me and start to starve me again.

"Alright, where'd I leave off? Right okay, so by then I was back up in New England riding with my father's club. Things were good and I forgot all about Devils Creed. That was until they sent their enforcer up to us. Apparently, one of our men, who went on a run did some shit in DC's area. He shouldn't have done it but when we tried to resolve it, their enforcer wasn't having it. What he did tore the whole club apart. The New England Riders scattered like fleas and most joined other clubs. But now my BIRTH RIGHT was gone all because of that enforcer. That enforcer named Ranger."

It was all coming back around. He was using me because of my connection with Reaper. He wanted to make Reaper suffer to hurt his father.

"I see the gears turning in that pretty little head of yours. What are you thinking?" He smirked.

I didn't say anything.

"Okay then. I'll just continue. This next one is a REAL doozy I tell you."

"I ended up gathering up the men who were loyal enough to stay. I grabbed other nomads and shut outs along the way. Then I created the Crimson Warriors. These men would follow me to death. Anyway, after planning and lots of it I tell you, I reached out to my sister. She was still bitter about her situation with Vulture that she was more than willing to help. And she was okay with using her daughter in the process."

My heart started to rapidly beat. Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"Bingo. . . . . Niece."

My head shot up to him. He was my uncle. He was my mother's brother. He ruined my life for some petty bullshit, and he was supposed to be family. He was going to let his men rape me, his own fucking niece.

He sucked his teeth and made a tsking sound.

"Don't think about it darlin'. You're outnumbered and weak. I can easily kill you."

The anger was boiling up inside me. I was no longer cold or tired. I wanted blood. His blood. Uncle be damned.

"You're a disgusting pig." I spat at him.

"Ahh, she speaks." He smirks.

"How could you? I'm your niece. I'm your blood."

"YOU'RE A FUCKING TRAITOR. JUST LIKE YOUR BITCH ASS MOTHER. YOU SLEPT WITH THE PEOPLE WHO RUINED OUR FAMILY!"

I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to scream that I didn't even know. Our mother never told us anything. Us. . . . Roxanne. My sister Roxanne was my best friends' sister and the other princess of Devils Creed. This is absolutely insane.

"Now Allison, I'll give you some time to catch up with our little talk. Take with it what you will. I'll be back tomorrow. But tomorrow, a whole new torture begins.