Chapter 2: Ghost
(Hi guys. Sorry, it took so long to get this chapter released. I've recently moved into my new studio apartment, I had to buy a laptop of my own, and I had to get wi-fi of my own. Please enjoy this chapter)
Well, shit could've gone down better.
Emma has been raped, plus Mason and most of the Hellraising Rogues are dead. And, to top it all off, someone stole our guns and took pictures of both Clubs attempting a gun deal.
Why was there someone shooting at us? Why was there someone taking pictures? Why did Emma get raped? I don't know, but I've got a really bad feeling that all three of those problems are somehow connected.
Chris and I have arrived at Mount Zonah hospital. We walk to the front desk and to ask for Dr. Chelsea Montana.
"Hey. Excuse me. We're looking for Dr. Chelsea Montana. She is helping a blonde eighteen year old girl named 'Emma Marie Sullivan'. We're here family," Chris said.
"She's in room sixty nine," The Secretary said.
"Thank you," I said.
Chris and I rush down to Emma's room. Chris was going faster than me.
"Chris! Slow down!" I commanded.
Chris ignores me and bursts into Emma's room. Emma and Cheetah both yell with fright.
"Jesus, Chris!" Cheetah said.
"Emma. Oh my God!" Chris said.
I walk into Emma's room and grab Chris by his shoulder.
"Chris! I know you're angry. But for Emma's sake. Think straight! You're scaring her!" I said angrily.
Chris gently shakes his head and takes a few deep breaths. He looks at Emma. She's terrified beyond belief.
"Okay. Emma, I'm sorry that I scared you," Chris said.
Emma says nothing. She just stares at the wall.
"Emma? Are you okay?" Chris asked.
Emma still says nothing.
"You two need to step outside with me," Cheetah said.
Cheetah forces us outside the room.
"What's wrong with Emma?" Chris asked.
"Emma has been traumatized very badly," Cheetah said.
"Will she recover?" I asked.
"Emma is a strong girl. She'll pull through when she's ready," Cheetah said.
"I hope so," Chris said.
"Are the cops gonna do a rape kit?" I asked.
"You'll have to talk to Chief Tenpenny about that. He was the one who interviewed Emma," Cheetah said.
"Where is the Chief?" I asked.
"He's just down the hall to the right," Cheetah said.
"Okay. Let's go, Chris," I said.
Chris and I walk at a normal pace.
"You think Emma talked to Tenpenny?" Chris asked.
"I don't believe so. It would be best for us if Emma gave us her...you know. Undergarments. So that the police don't have a chance to arrest them. So, we can kill the fucker that did this," I said.
"That sounded weird coming from you, but you may unfortunately right Dad," Chris said.
"The thing is though, you really think that Emma is emotionally ready to do something like that?" I said.
"That's also a good point. Maybe Nikki and Sapphire could talk to Emma?" Chris suggested.
"Maybe. I mean, she does look up to Nik and Saph," I said.
We walk into Tenpenny.
"Tenpenny!" I said.
"What is it, John?" Chief Tenpenny asked.
"Did Emma talk? Is she gonna do a rape kit?" I asked.
"None of the motherfuckerin' 'bove," Chief Tenpenny said.
"She didn't talk?" Chris asked.
"Yep. Emma isn't talking to anyone and she's refusing a rape kit," Chief Tenpenny said.
"What if we had a way to get Emma to talk? Would you be able to do a rape kit and give us the name of the sonuvabitch that did this to her?" Chris asked.
"If she agrees to it, yes. But I already have got my best men working in this case. If I give you the name of the nigga that did this and then that nigga disappear, that would make you guys guilty," Chief Tenpenny said.
"Yeah, but the shit is gonna keep on rolling if he gets away," Chris said.
"Call off, your men, Chief. We'll handle this. This is Club business," I said.
"I'm sorry but we can't risk this. As soon as Emma is ready to talk, we're gonna bust this cocksucker," Chief Tenpenny said.
Chief Tenpenny goes inside an elevator and goes down.
"Shit. Fuck! What the Hell do we do?" Chris asked.
"Club meeting. Now." I said angrily.
Chris and I take the elevator down and race to our motorcycles. We ride off to the Clubhouse and have an emergency Club meeting. Chris attempts to get inside the meeting room.
"Ah, ah! No! No Prospects," I said.
"Oh, come on! Emma has been raped and you're not going to allow me to discuss the very thing that happened to Emma?!" Chris said angrily.
"Yes. That's exactly right," I said.
I closed the doors and all we heard was Chris yell "Fuck" really loudly.
We sit down at our assigned seats. I bang the gavel to get the Club meeting started.
"Okay, first subject. What the fuck happened to our guns?!" I asked angrily.
"I know exactly what happened," Joey said.
Joey then drops a broken lock onto the table.
"Somebody broke into the secret stash shed and stole our guns before we even got there. The only question is, how the Hell could anyone know that? There are only three people that know the location. John, Shamrock, and I," Joey said.
"I don't know, but we do know some very interesting things about what happened last night," I said.
"What is it, Homie?" Noah asked.
"They were two different people at the gun deal we had. The first person was a shooter. The second person was someone taking pictures of us," I said.
"How do you know that this wasn't the same person?" Cholo asked.
"Because, Chis saw camera flashes coming from a different direction than the shooter was," I said.
"Jesus. Any idea who was shooting at us or who was taking pictures?" Shamrock asked.
"No fucking clue. Two people who both witnessed an attempt to sell guns to another organization of criminals are bad. VERY bad," I said.
"We need to get this shit figured out, ASAP," Joey said.
"No. We're gonna put this on hold for now. Right now, we need to figure out who raped Emma. The problem with that is the fact that the only way to figure out who did this to Emma is with the DNA in her underwear," I said.
"No offense but I don't think any of us dumbarses are capable of tracing the semen inside of Emma's panties," Shamrock said.
Nikki then busts through the doors.
"I know somebody who could help," Nikki said.
"Wait...were you just eavesdropping on the conversation?" I asked.
Nikki looks at the floor with guilt.
"We'll talk about that later. Close the doors," I commanded.
Nikki closes the door for privacy reasons.
"Now, who can help us?" Joey asked.
"I know someone that's a hacker. He's one of the best hackers in the world, as well as one of the most infamous. He can trace anything, steal anything, and hack anything. He doesn't use his real name. He prefers to be called 'Ghost'," Nikki said.
"Okay, how do you know Ghost?" I asked.
"I..might have hired him to clear up past drug-related records," Nikki said.
"Did you hire him once or many times?" Noah asked.
"...Many times," Nikki said with guilt.
"Okay. How do we find Ghost? Is there a way to get in contact with him?" I asked.
"I'm the only one who can get a hold of him. No one else," Nikki said.
"Okay. Why are you telling us all of this if this is all supposed to oh so secret?" Joey asked.
"Because I want to help Emma. That reason good for you?" Nikki asked.
"Get hold of Ghost. Lemme know what he says and when he is coming," I said firmly.
"You got it, babe," Nikki said.
Nikki pulls out an old flip phone and leaves the meeting room.
"Alright. We're gonna wait to do something about the rape situation until we hear from Ghost. Until then, resume your normal Club duties. Dismissed," I said.
I banged the gavel on the table. Every member of the table leaves the meeting room. I walk up to Nikki who is on that flip phone, texting Ghost.
"Hey. Sorry if I came off like a fucking ass back there. I had to put on my "Tough, badass biker", look," I said.
"You're good...asshole," Nikki joked.
"Haha. Is that Ghost that you're texting?" I asked.
"Yeah. He said he'll be here very soon," Nikki said.
"Okay. Great. Thank you. I got one question though," I said.
"Ask away," Nikki said.
"How do you know someone like Ghost?" I asked.
"It's...complicated," Nikki said.
"How complicated could it be?" I asked.
"Try twenty-eight years of complicated," Nikki said.
"Jesus. Aren't you twenty-eight years old?" I asked.
"Yeah, and you're an old ass is forty-one!" Nikki asked.
"Whatever! Forty-one is not that old," I said.
"Bitch, please!" Nikki said.
Nikki laughs. Narco walks up to Nikki and me.
"Hey, Prez. Somebody at the front. Asked you by name," Narco said.
I look at Nikki, confused.
"Is Ghost normally that quick?" I asked.
"Oh, that would not be Ghost. He ain't that quick," Nikki said.
"Then I wonder who is at the front gate," I said.
"They looked like someone from the F.A.T. Agency," Narco said.
I open my eyes widen with an "Oh shit" expression on my face. Nikki just giggles at the word "fat". I stare at Nikki with a serious look.
"What?" Nikki asked.
"Nikki, F.A.T. stands for 'Firearms, Alcohol, and Tobacco'. Its a federal law enforcement agency," I said.
"And if they're here...do you think they caught wind about the gun deal last night?" Narco asked.
"I don't know. But I about to find out. Let the F.A.T. agent inside the Clubhouse. Tell them to meet me in my room," I commanded.
"You got it, Prez," Narco said.
Narco walks away.
"Babe, what're you going to do if that F.A.T. Agent is here about the gun deal?" Nikki asked.
"Don't worry. I'll handle it," I said.
I kiss Nikki and began to walk to the President's Bedroom. I then see Sapphire talking to some of our Blood Suckers.
(Blood Suckers are groupies associated with the Blood Brothers M.C.)
"Oh! John! Can I talk to you for a second?" Sapphire asked.
"Sorry, babe. I gotta talk to a F.A.T. agent. I'll talk to you later!" I said.
I rush away from Sapphire before she got the chance to say anything.
I hate brushing Sapphire off but this is too important. Why the fuck is there a F.A.T. Agent here?
I walk into my room to find the F.A.T. Agent sitting on my bed. He's got slick, combed back, black hair. He's quite muscular and young.
"Hi, there, John. It's been a while since I've seen you," He said.
"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" I asked.
"Yeah, you do," He said.
"I'm sorry but are you a fan of the Club or something? Where do I know you from?" I asked.
"Never steal from someone you can't outrun," Blake said.
Holy dogfuck. It has been a while.
"Jesus, you're that kid I saved back in 1999. It has been a long ass time," I said.
"Yeah. It has," He said.
"So, how have you been? Do you want something to drink? A beer? A soda? A mixture of both? Or would you prefer a Bloody Mary? I can make a mean Bloody Mary," I asked.
"No, thank you. This will be a very short meeting," He said.
"Okay. Well, we can't have a meeting without knowing each other's names. You obviously know who I am. What's your name?" I asked.
"Jonas. Special Agent Blake Jonas," Blake said.
"Okay, Blake. What brings you to my Clubhouse?" I asked.
Blake reaches inside his jacket pocket and pulls out pictures.
Aw, fuck.
"These pictures were taken last night during the Annual Blood Brothers Festival. And, in these pictures are the Blood Brothers M.C. and meeting with the Hellraising Rogues and their now-deceased President. Mind explaining why both clubs were meeting in the middle of the woods?" Blake asked.
"Ah, it was just a simple get together. We're gonna start a campfire and enjoy the night," I said.
"Then explain this empty semi-truck trailer," Blake demanded.
"That empty semi-truck trailer contained all of our equipment for the get-together," I said.
"Alright, look. I'm gonna cut to the chase, John. I know that this was a gun deal. I know that you sell guns for the Micks Commonwealth Bartiliary. These pictures aren't enough to prove it, but it put me on your Club's trail," Blake said.
I laugh.
"I'm sorry, Detective Blake. But, I've got no idea what the Hell you're talking about," I said.
Blake makes an evil smirk on his face and get's off my bed.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. I'm just gonna leave these pictures here. I'll be watching you, John. I'll see you around," Blake said.
"Wait, before you go. How the fuck did you guys get those pictures?" I asked.
"Actually, that's the one thing the F.A.T. Agency doesn't know. These pictures were dropped off at the F.A.T. Headquarters front door, this morning. By who, we don't know," I Blake said.
Blake walks out of my room and leaves the Clubhouse.
Fuck a duck. If the F.A.T. Agency even thinks we're selling guns, we could be in very deep shit. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Someone knocks on my door.
"Come in," I said.
Nikki walks in and sits on my bed.
"Hey, babe. You okay?" Nikki asked.
"Not really. Kinda pissed, to be honest," I said.
"Wanna talk about it? I listen as good as I give lapdances," Nikki said.
"Yeah, I'm down to talk about what's going on," I said.
Nikki stands up and strips down naked.
"Whoa. I thought we we're just going to talk?" I said.
"We are, babe. But you seem really stressed, so I'm gonna give you one of my famous lap dances while we talk. Now start talking," Nikki said.
Nikki wiggles her ass in front of my face, from left to right while swirling her arms in the air.
"Don't be afraid to grope that juicy booty, babe. You know that you are more than welcome to squeeze or jiggle my ass as much as you want for as long as you want. Same goes for my huge breasts," Nikki said.
I grab both of Nikki's ass cheeks and jiggle them.
"So what's going on, baby?" Nikki asked.
Nikki turns around and sits on my lap. She grinds against me. I grab her huge breasts and squeeze hard.
"It's that F.A.T. Agent that was just here," I said.
Nikki turns around while sitting on my lap and runs her fingers through my hair.
"What about him?" Nikki asked.
"He and the F.A.T. Agency have reason to suspect that we're selling guns for the M.C.B," I said.
"How does the F.A.T. Agency suspect that the Club is selling guns?" Nikki asked.
"Those pictures that are sitting on my bed. Someone dropped those off at the F.A.T. Agency's front door," I said.
Nikki gets off of my lap and twerks her ass off.
"Do you know who took those pictures?" Nikki asked.
"No, and neither does the F.A.T. Agency. Those pictures aren't enough to prove that we're selling guns, but those pictures also put us on the F.A.T Agency's fucking radar," I said.
"Well, how serious is the F.A.T Agency? I mean, how serious can an agency named "fat" be?" Nikki asked.
"Well, despite their very poor choice of acronyms, they are however a very serious law enforcement agency," I said.
"So who was this F.A.T. Agent that stopped by?" Nikki asked.
"Well, get this. The F.A.T. Agent was a kid that I saved from being murdered by an unsympathetic cashier way back in 1999. I broke the Cashiers' teeth by smashing them on the sidewalk so the kid could have some apples and oranges so he would have food so he could survive. That kid is all grown up now and his name is "Detective Blake Jonas", I said.
"Wow. What're the fucking odds?" Nikki asked.
"Is there anything else that is bugging you, baby?" Nikki asked.
"Yeah, there is. It's the situation with Emma. I'm really worried about her!" I said.
"GAH! PULL MY HAIR HARD!" Nikki yelled.
"So, why are you worried about Emma?" Nikki asked.
"I'm just worried that Emma is never gonna recover from the trauma of being raped," I said.
"Emma is a strong girl! She'll pull through!" Nikki said.
"Emma isn't like you and Sapphire. She's not built for this life," I said.
"Emma will be okay, baby. I promise," Nikki said.
I grab both of Nikki's soft breasts and gently squeeze.
"Is there anything else that's bugging you, baby?" Nikki asked.
"Yes. There is one more thing bugging me," I said.
"What else is bothering you?" Nikki asked.
"The other thing that's bugging me is The Hellraising Rogues. There is so little of that club left. There are only like two or four members that are alive. And Mason? I still can't believe that Mason is dead. We had a brotherhood of trust and now he's dead. And to make things even worse, Mason's daughter, Ellie is going off to college just as her father dies," I said.
"Well, the Hellraising Rogues have just as many charters as the Blood Brothers M.C, right?" Nikki asked.
"Um, no, actually. They actually don't have any charters. They were in the middle of expanding their charters to Liberty City and Vice City, but they never got the chance. The Hellraising Rogues were one of our biggest buyers, business is gonna slightly go downhill from here on out," I said.
"Well, I think that the only you could do for Ellie is let her know that if there is anything that she needs then all she needs to do is ask the Club," Nikki said.
"I was thinking the exact same thing," I said.
Nikki and I stare into each other's eyes.
Goddamn, this woman is so fucking beautiful. I am the luckiest man in the world.
We slowly begin to french kiss.
Aw, man. The sweet taste of sweet cherry chapstick.
Narco then bursts open the door.
"JESUS CHRIST!" I yelled.
Nikki gets underneath the blanket to cover her half-naked ass. Narco shields his eyes with his hand.
"Oh shit, Prez! My bad!" Narco said.
"What the fuck do you want, Narco?!" I asked angrily.
"Someone is here to see Nikki!" Narco said.
Someone then walks into my room, moving around Narco who was halfway blocking the doorway.
"Hey. I'm Ghost," Ghost introduced.
Ghost is a young and muscular man. Ghost's hair is black slicked back with hair pomade, with a black soul patch on his chin. Ghost couldn't be any younger than twenty-five years old or younger. He is wearing a light blue jean jacket that's a torn up a little bit, a black beanie hanging over the back of his head, a black tank top, ripped blue jeans, and black/white converse's.
"Hi, Nik. It's been a while," Ghost said.
"Jesus, Ghost! Could you get out of this room so John and I can get back into our clothes?" Nikki asked.
"Yeah. Sure. No problem," Ghost said.
Ghost and Narco leave the room.
Nikki and I both uncover ourselves and begin to get dressed.
"Jesus, Ghost. You still have no sense of privacy Get out!" Nikki said.
Ghost exits my room to give Nikki some privacy to change back into her clothes.
Nikki puts on her very short-shorts. Nikki's ass is just showing off from her very short-shorts. She grabs her Love Fist and her black lace bra.
"Speaking of Ghost, you never really explained how you know Ghost," I said.
"Help me put my bra on?" Nikki asked.
Nikki holds the cups of her bra on her breasts. I help Nikki hook up her bra.
"Thanks, babe. I know Ghost, because...I'm sorry, but it's really fucking complicated," Nikki said.
Nikki puts her black Love Fist cut off tank top on.
"Why is it so complicated that you can't tell me?" I asked.
Nikki puts on her black and red stripper high heel shoes on.
"The reason it's so complicated is because Ghost and I have a very complicated history together. Way back when I was still doing a fuck ton of drugs, Ghost would track my every movement anytime I would leave the fucking house. He would hack my phone so he could look at my messages and listen to my conversations. He even sabotages a few dates that I tried to go on. This one time, I went to the movies with this sexy ass blonde chick, and Ghost hacked the movie projectors and caused them to malfunction," Nikki said.
"Jesus, so have you guys been speaking to each other at least?" I asked.
"No. I haven't spoken to him since the last time I saw him," Nikki asked.
"Well, when was the last time you saw Ghost?" I asked.
"The last time I saw or even spoke to Ghost was...when I went on my first date with your brother, Joey," Nikki asked.
"What happened on your first date with my brother?" I asked.
"Ghost hacked into Joey's bank account and emptied his checking account. I got so fed up that I chewed Ghost out. I told Ghost that he has no respect for me and my privacy," Nikki said.
"What did Ghost say to that?" I asked.
"Ghost said that he was just trying to protect me because he loved me. I told him that I didn't need protection and that I didn't need him," Nikki said.
"Jesus, that was harsh. What did Ghost say to that?" I asked.
"Ghost didn't say anything. He packed up all his tech stuff and he left before I woke up the following morning. That was over six years ago," Nikki said.
"Sheesh, six years? Did Ghost leave anything? A note or something?" I asked.
"No, but...Ghost did leave a burner phone with his private number. The phone had an unopened text message. It was from an unknown number," Nikki said.
"What did the message say?" I asked.
"The message said that I may not need him now or ever, but if I ever need him for anything, then to text this number," Nikki said.
"Well, he must give at least half of a fuck if he cares enough to leave a message that lets you know that he still cares about you and will do anything you need," I said.
"Yeah, I guess. And don't tell Joey that Ghost hacked into his bank account. As far as Joey knows, someone in Africa hacked his account," Nikki said.
"My lips are sealed, baby," I said.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Is it safe to come in yet?" Ghost asked.
"Yeah, come in!" I said.
Ghost enters my room.
"Hey, Marica," Ghost said.
"Hi, Ghost," Nikki said.
"So...after six years you finally need me?" Ghost asked.
"Yes...well, no. It's not me that needs a favor. My boyfriend right here needs your help," Nikki said.
I stick my hand out for a handshake.
"Hi, my name is-" I said.
"John, President of the Blood Brothers Motorcycle Club, weed dealer, and gun dealer for the Micks Commonwealth Bartiliary." Ghost interrupted.
"Wha...how do you know all of this?" I asked.
"I have many ways to get the information I need. Hacking mostly," Ghost said.
I walk over to my desk and pull out my .50 pistol from the bottom desk drawer. I cock the pistol and aim it at Ghost's forehead.
"Whoa! John, what're you doing?!" Nikki yelled.
"This guy knows too much of the Club's operations to continue living!" I said.
"Please. If I wanted to expose you to all of San Andreas for all the illegal shit that your Club does, I would've done it months ago," Ghost said.
"John, please. He's the only hope you have in catching the man that hurt Emma," Nikki begged.
I lower the 50 and put it in the back on my pants.
"Okay. Now that the drama is over and dealt with, what exactly does 'Blue Oyster Cult' over here need help with?" Ghost asked.
"Blue Oyster Cult?" I said insulted.
"My boyfriend here needs help finding someone that raped someone very important to us," Nikki said.
"Okay. Well, for starters, I'm going to need a DNA sample from the rapist," Ghost said.
"Well, the only DNA sample we would be able to get would be..." Nikki said.
"Emma's undergarments," I said.
"Well, then get a hold of whats-her-face's panties," Ghost said.
"I don't know if it'll be that easy. Emma has been traumatized very badly," I said.
"Emma will pull through. She's a strong girl," Nikki said.
"Emma maybe a strong girl, but we don't know when she is going to pull through. We might have the time for the wait. I mean, fuck, who knows where Emma's rapist could be at. They could be anywhere," I said.
"If I can get a DNA sample from the rapist before the cops do, I would be able to locate the rapist's current location," Ghost said.
"Okay then. Sapphire and I will talk to Emma. We'll talk her into giving us her panties," Nikki said.
"Sapphire? You mean Sally, your girlfriend?" Ghost asked.
"Yeah, how did you know that Sapphire was my girlfriend?" Nikki asked.
Ghost just looks down at the carpet with a guilty expression on his face.
"You've been listening to my phone calls and reading my text messages again, haven't you?" Nikki asked angrily.
"I've just been checking up on you from time to time. To make sure you're okay," Ghost said.
"Oh my fucking God, Ghost! This is exactly why things ended the way they did!" Nikki said.
"I'm just trying to protect you, Marica!" Ghost said.
"I don't need you to protect me. John and his club protect me as they have been for the past three goddamn years. Will you just PLEASE help John and the Club with their problem and then leave!" Nikki said.
"If that's what you want, then fine. I'll help John and his Club. Then, I'll leave and never come back," Ghost said.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to find Sapphire so she can help me talk to Emma," Nikki said.
Nikki leaves my room.
"So...outta curiosity, what is your real name, Ghost?" I asked.
"That you'll never find out," Ghost said.
"Um...okay?" I said
"So how do you think Nikki and Sapphire are going to get Emma to give them her panties?" Ghost asked.
"I don't fucking know. I just hope that whatever they're going to say to Emma is that Emma is strong enough to pull through," I said.
*Nikki's POV*
I find Sapphire talking to some of the Blood Suckers at the bar here in the Clubhouse.
"Hey, babe," I said.
"Hey, Nikki!" Sapphire said.
Sapphire and I share a kiss.
"Hey, have you seen John? I like gotta talk to him about something," Sapphire asked.
"Yeah, he's busy talking to Ghost," I said.
"Oh, so that was Ghost? I totally thought I recognized him," Sapphire said.
"Yeah. Ghost is here to help the Club out with the Emma situation. And so are you and I," I said.
"Us help? Help how?" Sapphire asked.
"You and I are going to talk to Emma to see if we can help her get through what she's going through. We need to get her to give us her panties so Ghost can find who did this to her," I said.
"Aight. Totally count me in," Sapphire said.
"Okay, great. Thanks, babe," I said.
Sapphire and I share a quick kiss.
"Alright, beautiful. We've got important shit to do," I said.
"Let's get our asses up to Mount Zonah," Sapphire said.
Sapphire and I exit the Clubhouse. We get inside Sapphires Tornado (AKA the Sixty-Five) and begin to drive off to the hospital. We get onto the highway.
"So, like exactly how are we going to convince Emma to give us her panties after what she had been through?" Sapphire asked.
"We just gotta remind Emma how strong she is and how much we love her," I said.
We've been on the road for ten minutes.
I stare at Sapphire's sexy legs. They're so fine.
I scoot over to Sapphire.
I slowly work my hand down her short's.
"Babe, what're you doing?" Sapphire asked.
Sapphire looks annoyed.
"What? Don't you like my magical fingers?" I asked.
"Yeah, but not when I'm driving!" Sapphire yelled.
Sapphire yanks my hand out of her short shorts.
"Babe, are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm sorry I yelled," Sapphire said.
"It's okay," I said.
After a forty-five minute drive, we arrive at Mount Zonah. We walk to Emma's room. The door is closed.
"Okay, we need to remind Emma that she is strong and that we and the Club are here for her," I said.
Sapphire and I walk into the room. Cheetah is sitting in a chair trying to talk to Emma. Emma turns her head and looks at us.
"Nikki? Sapphire?" Emma said.
"Holy shit!" Cheetah said surprised.
"What?" I asked.
"I've been sitting here for two and a half hours trying to talk to Emma. You two are the first people she's actually spoken to," Cheetah said.
"Yeah. Chelsea, can you give the three of us a minute to talk?" Sapphire asked.
"Yeah, of course," Cheetah said.
"And can you keep an eye out for the boys in blue?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'll keep an eye out," Cheetah said.
Cheetah leaves the room. Emma starts holding her face up with her hands, bawling her eyes out.
"Guys...what the fuck did I go through?" Emma asked.
"We know what you're going through. Sapphire and I both have been in this situation too many times to count," I said.
"You...you guys know what I'm going through?" Emma asked.
"Unfortunately, yes, Em," Sapphire said.
"Do you know that feeling you get after it's over with? Does it ever go away?" Emma asked.
"We know that feeling. It's a feeling that can never be described. And, truth be told that feeling never goes away. But what helps is the people who love and care about you are here to support you and help you out however they can. Like
Chris, like John, like the Club and like us. The Club is here to protect you," I said.
Emma's lips begin to quiver.
"Protect me? Protect me how?" Emma asked.
"The Club wants to make sure that this will never happen again. And by doing that they want to find who did this,"
Sapphire said.
"How will the Club find out who did this?" Emma asked.
I suck on my teeth and work up the strength to ask Emma the million-dollar-question.
"Well...in order to find out who did this and where they are. And this maybe difficult, but we need
You to give us your panties," I said.
Emma looks at me shocked out of her mind.
"M...my panties?" Emma asked.
"Yes, I don't know how this works, but we have someone that can find out who did this and find out where they are. But in order to do that, we need you're the DNA that's in your panties," Sapphire said.
Emma looks at me then looks back at Sapphire. She then gets up to go to the restroom.
"You think it worked?" Sapphire asked.
"I hope so. Emma may not realize it now, but she is strong. Stronger than she realizes. She's stronger than we are," I said.
"Thanks, Nikki! I appreciate that!" Emma said.
"Wait, you can hear us?" I asked.
Emma walks out of the restroom with her panties hanging from her right index finger.
"Yes, I could hear you two," Emma said.
Emma hands her panties to Sapphire. Sapphire puts the panties inside her handbag.
"Good job, Em. We're proud of you," I said.
Emma manages to have a weak smile.
Cheetah walks into the room.
"Hey, Tenpenny is on his way here to talk to Emma. You two better get out of here," Cheetah said.
"Okay. Thanks, Chelsea," I said.
Sapphire and I get up to leave.
"Before we go. Emma, whatever you do, don't tell Chief Tenpenny or anyone that's wearing a badge about this. Tenpenny maybe on our side, but this time he can't know anything this because the Club wants to find this guy first," I said.
"Okay. I won't say anything. I promise," Emma said.
Sapphire and I leave the room. We bump into Chief Tenpenny.
"Oh, hi there, Chief!" Sapphire said.
"Hey there, girls. Is John in there?" Tenpenny asked.
"Nope, it was just us. John's back at the Clubhouse," I said.
Tenpenny raises an eyebrow.
"You know, girls. If there is any way you two can help with this case, it would be greatly appreciated," Tenpenny said.
"Well, if we or the Club finds about anything that involves anything about Emma's rapist, we'll gladly tell you," Sapphire said.
Sapphire and I quickly begin to walk away.
"... Right," Tenpenny said.
Sapphire and I walk out of Mount Zonah into the parking lot.
"Okay, Tenpenny is suspicious. He knows were doing something for the Club. We gotta get back to the Clubhouse fast," I said.
Sapphire and I get in the Sixty-Five and burnout of the Mount Zonah parking lot entrance. We speed all the way on the highway until we reached the Clubhouse.
*John's POV*
I pull out my pack of Redwood Menthol one hundred's and light up a cigarette. I puff on the cigarette and exhale the smoke.
"You want a cigarette, Ghost?" I asked.
"I don't smoke cigarettes," Ghost said.
"You wanna smoke a joint?" I asked.
"I don't smoke weed," Ghost said.
"Well, do you want a beer?" I asked.
"I don't drink," Ghost said.
"Okay...you don't drink, you don't cigarettes or weed. Is there anything you do?" I asked.
"I don't drink or do drugs, because I need a clear head in order to work," Ghost said.
"Okay, that actually makes sense and doesn't make you a total pussy," I said.
"I'll take a smoke, Johnny Boy," Shamrock said.
I hand out a cigarette to Shamrock.
"You got a light?" Shamrock asked.
"Yeah, do you need me to smoke it for you too?" I jokingly asked.
Shamrock and I laugh. I hand Shamrock my lighter. He lights up his cigarette and exhales the smoke.
"Phew! Strong menthol! Why don't you smoke reds?" Shamrock asked.
"I hate reds. I mean, I don't mind a red every now and then but I can't smoke an entire pack of reds. I loves menthols," I said.
Nikki and Sapphire walk up to us.
"Hey, girls. Did you manage to get Emma's panties?" I asked.
Sapphire reaches into her handbag and pulls out Emma's panties. She hands them to Ghost.
"Good job, girls! Ghost, how long will it take for you to find Emma's rapist?" I asked.
"Well, for starters: Where can I set up my equipment?" Ghost asked.
"In my room, here in the Clubhouse. It's down the hall, first door on the right," I said.
Ghost grabs his duffle bag and heads to my room. I turn and face my girls.
"So, how is Emma doing? She doing any better?" I asked.
"Well, we were the first two people that Emma spoke to. And when she started talking, she was...completely destroyed," Sapphire said.
"Yeah, she was asking questions that no eighteen-year-old should ask. But after we talked to her, she seemed at the very least somewhat "okay"," Nikki said.
"Yeah. I'm glad that I sent you two to talk to Emma. She looks up to you guys," I said.
"Hey, I hate to like change the subject, but can I talk to you? In private?" Sapphire asked.
Joey walks up behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, John. We got church. Got something to talk to about that some of us want to bring up to you," Joey said.
"Sorry, Saph. I'll talk to you later," I said.
Joey and I walk into the meeting room where Shamrock and Noah are sitting in their assigned seats. Chris is sitting in my chair.
"Alright, Chris. Outta my fucking chair," I commanded.
Chris gets up out of my chair.
"Sorry, Dad," Chris said.
I sit in my chair.
"So why are we having church without Cholo, Juarez and Narco? Why is my son here?" I asked.
"I'll inform them later. I've got an idea that involves little Chrissy here," Joey said.
There was a silence.
"Joey...don't ever, EVER, call me Chrissy again. You do, I'll kick you in the nuts," Chris said.
"Well, what you will be doing, does involve nuts, Chris," Noah said.
"Wait...what?" Chris said.
"What's this plan, guys?" I asked.
"If and when we find Emma's rapist. Chris here is going to take a stiletto and cut off his balls. If he pulls through with it then Chris is one more step up to becoming a full member of the Blood Brother's M.C.," Noah said.
"Chris, do you think you can pull this off?" I asked.
"Trust me. I want the fucker that did this to Emma all to myself," Chris said angry.
We hear a knock on the door.
"Come in," I said.
Ghost walks into the meeting room.
"Hey, guys. I found Emma's rapist," Ghost said.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"More importantly, where is he?" Chris asked.
"His name is Alan. He one of your crew members for the Blood Brothers Festival and he's currently dismantling some of the rides at the fairgrounds," Ghost said.
"Mother...fucker. This guy works for us?!" I asked.
"Yeah, next time. Do a background check," Ghost said.
"Fuck...this is on me. I failed to do a background check on the people we hired," I said.
"Nah, Homie. This is on us," Noah said.
"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go get that sonuvabitch!" Chris said.