didn’t trust him, but that was expected and smart of her. She didn’t know shit about him, and if he had assumed right the life with Trick had been pretty damn bad. “What did that fucker do to you to make you so scared?”
She averted his eyes to her lap and didn’t speak for several seconds, but Jagger gave her that time. He could see on her face that she was getting her thoughts in order.
“How about we start with names?”
She lifted her head and nodded.
“My name is Tallin Landon, but everyone calls me Jagger.”
“I’m Sonya White.”
“Okay, good. This is a start.” At least they were getting somewhere. “How old are you, Sonya?”
“Twenty-two.”
Shit, she was young.
“You’re the president of this MC?” She tilted her head to his cut, as if pointing out his President patch.
“Yeah.”
“Were you guys enemies? I mean your club and Trick’s?”
“Everyone was Trick’s enemy.”
She nodded, looked down at her lap, and then ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She shrugged. “I saw you guys talking, and then everything went south.”
He smirked, but it wasn’t because anything was humorous. He wasn’t about to get into club business and the history he had with Trick, but looking at her, Jagger could tell that she wasn’t a stranger to the insanity that came with the Wolverine MC President.
“I guess I’ll start from the beginning and give you the condensed version.” She looked up again at him. He really wished she would relax, but he reminded himself that she didn’t know him, or what her fate was. “Trick wanted my father’s land, but my dad didn’t want to give it up. It had been in his family for generations. But Trick wouldn’t take no for an answer. Long story short when I was fifteen he killed both of my parents, and took me.”
Fuck, she had been a captive of Trick’s since she was fifteen?
“Jesus Christ.”
She averted her eyes and nodded her head. “He didn’t start touching me until after I was eighteen. I guess I have that to be thankful for.”
Jagger didn’t say anything, because shit, he honestly didn’t know what to say. What he did know was that he was pissed, and growing even more enraged at the thought of Trick, or any male for that matter, putting their hands on this female. He didn’t know what it was about her that caused this reaction inside of him, but he didn’t care. It was what it was, and this need to protect her was intensified at the knowledge that she had been taken from her home as a child and then used by one sick motherfucker. She continued talking about the way Trick treated her like a damn a piece of property. The more he listened, the harder it became for him to keep his bear in check. With each word that came out of her mouth, his blood boiled harder, and his need to shift, or at least go out and destroy something, became unbearable. It was like a valve had been opened with her, and the words were just flowing out on their own. Clearly she had never spoken to anyone about the trauma she had endured.
“And then there was the abuse, the sadistic treatments that he liked to inflict because he got off on it.” She visibly shivered.
Jagger curled his fingers into his palms. The need to go to her, wrap his arms around her, and pull her to the safety of his chest rode him hard. But he didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to freak her out even more. Although violence was a part of his everyday life, he had never been involved in a case like this, but what he knew was he wasn’t about to walk away.
“There wasn’t an opportunity for you to get help, or maybe escape?” Even after the words left him he knew he shouldn’t have said them. They seemed callous, despite the fact he hadn’t meant for them to be that way.
Sonya shook her head and brushed away the one tear that slid down her cheek. “I tried, more than once when he first took me, but all that got me was harder hits, and scars to show what would
She averted his eyes to her lap and didn’t speak for several seconds, but Jagger gave her that time. He could see on her face that she was getting her thoughts in order.
“How about we start with names?”
She lifted her head and nodded.
“My name is Tallin Landon, but everyone calls me Jagger.”
“I’m Sonya White.”
“Okay, good. This is a start.” At least they were getting somewhere. “How old are you, Sonya?”
“Twenty-two.”
Shit, she was young.
“You’re the president of this MC?” She tilted her head to his cut, as if pointing out his President patch.
“Yeah.”
“Were you guys enemies? I mean your club and Trick’s?”
“Everyone was Trick’s enemy.”
She nodded, looked down at her lap, and then ran her tongue along her bottom lip. She shrugged. “I saw you guys talking, and then everything went south.”
He smirked, but it wasn’t because anything was humorous. He wasn’t about to get into club business and the history he had with Trick, but looking at her, Jagger could tell that she wasn’t a stranger to the insanity that came with the Wolverine MC President.
“I guess I’ll start from the beginning and give you the condensed version.” She looked up again at him. He really wished she would relax, but he reminded himself that she didn’t know him, or what her fate was. “Trick wanted my father’s land, but my dad didn’t want to give it up. It had been in his family for generations. But Trick wouldn’t take no for an answer. Long story short when I was fifteen he killed both of my parents, and took me.”
Fuck, she had been a captive of Trick’s since she was fifteen?
“Jesus Christ.”
She averted her eyes and nodded her head. “He didn’t start touching me until after I was eighteen. I guess I have that to be thankful for.”
Jagger didn’t say anything, because shit, he honestly didn’t know what to say. What he did know was that he was pissed, and growing even more enraged at the thought of Trick, or any male for that matter, putting their hands on this female. He didn’t know what it was about her that caused this reaction inside of him, but he didn’t care. It was what it was, and this need to protect her was intensified at the knowledge that she had been taken from her home as a child and then used by one sick motherfucker. She continued talking about the way Trick treated her like a damn a piece of property. The more he listened, the harder it became for him to keep his bear in check. With each word that came out of her mouth, his blood boiled harder, and his need to shift, or at least go out and destroy something, became unbearable. It was like a valve had been opened with her, and the words were just flowing out on their own. Clearly she had never spoken to anyone about the trauma she had endured.
“And then there was the abuse, the sadistic treatments that he liked to inflict because he got off on it.” She visibly shivered.
Jagger curled his fingers into his palms. The need to go to her, wrap his arms around her, and pull her to the safety of his chest rode him hard. But he didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to freak her out even more. Although violence was a part of his everyday life, he had never been involved in a case like this, but what he knew was he wasn’t about to walk away.
“There wasn’t an opportunity for you to get help, or maybe escape?” Even after the words left him he knew he shouldn’t have said them. They seemed callous, despite the fact he hadn’t meant for them to be that way.
Sonya shook her head and brushed away the one tear that slid down her cheek. “I tried, more than once when he first took me, but all that got me was harder hits, and scars to show what would
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