Page 34 of Sassy Pants

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Page 34 of Sassy Pants

“You’re fucking finished. Don’t ever step your ass back on Black Rebel property. You hear me?”

“Yo, Stud.Pizza.”

“Pizza?” Fuck, that’s our code word for if something were to happen to Gianna when we first found out about Jesse. I let go of Maxi and follow him over to my bike.

“My old man called. There’s movement at Jesse’s trailer, and he thinks he saw Gianna through the window. Told him to wait till we get there but he was drunk and talking wild out of his head.”

“What are we waiting for?”

“Back up.” The minute he says it Dutch, Jagger, Sawyer, Vegas, Outlaw, and Jonsey ride up. Chaser gives them the run down and we ride out. He’s got one of the prospects on Jelissa in case she gets taken in, but most likely they’ll cut her loose.

We pull off about a mile from the trailer park. Don’t want that bastard to hear us coming. If Jesse’s touched one hair on her head, I’ll fucking gut him. We ditch our bikes and stalk toward the trailer park. Silent but fucking deadly.

We get halfway there when a gunshot rings out. Dogs start barking and porch lights are flickering on. I take off at a dead sprint running as fast my legs will carry me.

Chapter 18

Gianna

Jesse has me inside his grandma’s trailer and shoved down on the couch. I’ve not been inside this trailer since he went away ten years ago. Nothing has changed. As if I’ve gone back in time and stepped into a capsule or a vault that’s been frozen in place.

The same green glass candy dish still sits on the same coffee stained doily. I can’t help but wonder if it’s still the same strawberry candy inside. I never asked Jesse when she passed away. Not that I suppose it matters. There’s a funky smell, making me want to gag but I’m afraid of sucking the nasty rag between my lips further into my mouth. Jesse’s pacing back and forth across the floor muttering to himself.

His gaze meets mine. “I’ll take the gag out if you promise not to scream.”

I bob my head in agreement.

“You know I thought if life didn’t turn out that great for you that I could move on with mine and forget the past. I tried to let bygones be bygones. But then your father told me about your cushy job at the bank and your rich banker boyfriend, and I thought ain’t life a bitch, just like you. I did my homework and found out you were back in town. Of course the precious fuckin’ Gianna wouldn’t tell her own father she was back home. Stuck up cunt is what you are. Paid Noah a visit. He told me how you were still a virgin and wouldn’t give it up to him, but you fucked Stud, didn’t you? Gave it up to him the first night. Guess all I needed was a motorcycle to make you spread those legs, huh?”

“Jesse, please. I don’t know what you think I did, but I swear to you I only wanted the best for you.”

“Fucking went to prison for you and never even got a fucking thank you for it. I was fucked up the ass for years while you were out living it up and buying your fancy clothes and brand-new car.”

“I worked for everything I ever got. I never asked you to do a damn thing for me.”

Fire blazes in his eyes, and he stomps toward me in possession of a knife I didn’t notice he had till now. Pressing the blade to my throat he glares at me. I did everything for you. The minute I saw you up close I thought I could make it work. We’d pick up where we left off, but you shut me down. Snubbed your nose at me. Thought you were better than me because you had gotten out of Drag Creek for fiveminutes. Now look at you. A biker’s whore living in another trailer.”

He makes no sense. He’s talking out of his head. One minute he wanted to leave me alone, the next he wanted me back. He’s making my head spin. The knife glides down my throat but he doesn’t press it into my skin.

“Don’t be scared, Gia. I’m not gonna kill you. I want you to experience what I did those first days in prison. Scared and cut off from the people you love. I’m gonna bend you over in the shower and make you beg me to stop.”

I observe movement outside the big window that overlooks the front porch. I go rigid and hope Jesse didn’t notice me staring.

“Are you listening, Gianna. I’m gonna fuck your brains out like they did me. I wanna hear you beg. Get up.” He grabs me up under the armpit of my sore shoulder and I wince. “That’s more like it.”

The front door opens and my father charges at Jesse. “Run Gia. Run,” he shouts, and I’m torn between escaping and staying to help him fight off Jesse, but I know the smart thing is to go for help. I make a split decision to run as my father and Jesse go down on the coffee table wrestling for the knife. I lost my shoes in the back of the van and the moment my feet hit the gravel outside rocks jab the soles of my feet. I don’t know which way to turn. I run hoping to find someone home but want to get far enough away from Jesse before I try to knock on any doors. I make it three doors down when I hear a gunshot pop off.

The dogs start howling and porch lights flash on.

“Get back here, Gia. I’m not through with you.” My heart sinks, I know Jesse shot my dad, and if I don’t hide, he’ll shoot me next. I dart behind one of the trailers and crouch behindthe trash cans. “Come out. Come out wherever you are. You can run but you can’t hide.”

A hand clamps over my mouth, and I start to bite when I smell the familiar scent of Isaac’s cologne. “Shh, baby. It’s me I got you,” his furry lips grate against the shell of my ear.

I let out a hiccupping sob into the palm of his hand as he works at freeing my wrists that are bound behind my back. Relief floods me and I twist into his hold and cry. “I think he killed my dad.” I cry harder.

I hear shouts and police sirens, but I can’t focus on anything but the fact that I’m in my man’s arms and the reality my father may not be alive.

Police cruisers fly past us coming to a screeching halt in front of Jesse’s trailer. Dust from the gravel settles, and I witness Jesse being detained by my brother and two other members of his club while the police circle them withtheir weapons drawn. Chaser shoves Jesse forward, and he falls to his knees. They must’ve kicked the shit out of him quickly. Blood is seeping from his abdomen.