not to laugh at what he was saying to her. She wanted to be mad but every one of the Sons made it a point not to let her stay that way.
“You should kill that twisted bitch, Tisk, then like botch how you bring her back, hell don’t botch it —nature will have its way. I bet she comes back as a horny nymph. Screw the name Tisk, we’ll just call her Cock, you know, because she’ll be mad craving that all the time but no will give to her because they’re afraid they’ll fall in the massive black hole her—”
“Shut up.”
“What?” Steele asked clearly amused by his words.
Reveca was too, but she heard something, a pounding, then a curse.
Right as she charged out of the bathroom, Shade came out of the room down the hall yelling her name. That was the room mystery girl was in.
Reveca all but propelled herself there.
The girl was in the bed soaked with sweat . Her body was jarring forward violently. Her stomach jutted up then her shoulder slammed back, then finally her head. The same places she had been shot before.
“What the hell is happening?” Steele yelled.
“Run a bath, Steele. Strip her down,” she said to Shade.
Reveca started pulling things out of the chest that carried all her natural meds and cussed when she saw she was all but out of three of the living herbs she needed.
Seconds later Shade was carrying her down the hall , Reveca was running after them.
Inside the bath Shade clenched the girl to his chest hiding her from Steele. “Out ,” he growled.
“I’m helping ,” he argued.
“I said OUT.”
Steele grunted then left. Reveca adjusted the water to match the temperature the best she could then went through the process she had done when she brought this girl home, and at least once a day since then.
“Put her in.”
The girl went lax in the water, at ease once again.
“What’s going on with this girl ? Why is she not coming out of this?” Shade asked with a gravelly voice.
“When she can’t rise, her mind pushes her back to before she died . It’s trying to tell her to let go.”
“I’m going to rip Holden’s flesh off of him slowly,” Shade said through gritted teeth.
“She went quickly,” Reveca offered.
“No, she didn’t,” Shade said as he caressed her forehead. “I can’t figure out if he raped her or not.”
“What are you talking about?” Reveca asked , hesitating placing the last of the leaves she had on the girl.
“I watched her last night, and tonight. About an hour before she reenacts the shots, her hands clench, like she’s holding a gun, then she falls back, tears come out of her eyes, then she holds her hands before her like they’re bound, stays that way for a moment then spreads her legs wide,” he clenched his jaw. “She stays that way for a long time, then flails like she’s running. The shots come ‘bout five minutes after that.”
Reveca put her hand on his shoulder. “He didn’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’ve been caring for this body for days. I know she was not hurt that way.”
“I’m still ripping his fucking flesh off.”
“Okay, buddy ,” she said patting his shoulder.
When she stood he looked up. “Where are you going?”
“I need to get some more stuff from the garden. Tomorrow I should have what I need to break her out of this cycle.”
“I’ll go.”
She shook her head. “She rests more calmly when you’re here.”
Shade lowered his head.
“What is it about her? What’s with you?”
“I don’t know, Vec, I don’t fucking know. It’s just a hum.”
Reveca tensed but he didn’t see it. She had to get out now. She could feel her very own hum not far off. There were one too many emotions roiling through her right then.
When she went outside she saw that half the bikes were gone . It looked like only Club members were left, and they were all sealed in the lounge with loud music.
She roared her bike to life, meaning to sling gravel all over Tisk’s Honda as she pulled
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