Chapter 7

Clay was making his way towards a house party that Yoder had invited him to. Clay wasn't all that sure he wanted to be here, but they were a friend of Yoder's from Green Team and he hadn't been able to see much of Yoder in the past few months. They were both on operations and with Team Seven back in commission they were busy to make up for lost time. Tomorrow Clay was supposed to be starting his six month instructor job with Green Team. Clay had no idea how this was going to go. He was hoping he was a good teacher. He was going to use what Adam had taught him and try to instill the same values into the new cadets. If nothing else, he would be able to get this requirement completed so he could take over Bravo when the time comes.

Clay pulled up to the house and noticed a good amount of cars here. He was really hoping it would just be a normal house party and nothing crazy. He wasn't a fan of house parties to begin with, had never gotten into it. He much preferred a quiet bar like the Bulkhead for the times he did go out for a drink. Clay didn't see Yoder's car so he figured he either got a ride with a friend or he wasn't here yet. Clay got out and made his way towards the house. He tried the door and was not surprised to find it unlocked. Clay opened the door and the second he walked in he was hit with loud dance music. Clay gave a groan as he headed towards the living room where he was hoping to find Yoder. The house was packed with different men and women, all of which were drinking and dancing. Clay scanned the room, but he didn't see Yoder anywhere unfortunately. Clay then began to make the pain staking trip through the crowd and off to the kitchen where he could continue on in his search.

Clay made his way through the crowd, doing his best not to bump into anyone. He gave a few head nods to guys that had recognized him and he avoided a few grabbing hands from different girls. He was single, but that didn't mean he was interested in hooking up with anyone. He wanted to focus on his career and getting through Green Team. Clay also really didn't want to go from one girl to the next. He was in love with Stella and then Rebecca and both of them didn't work out because of his career and it not lining up with theirs. Clay wanted some time to focus on his career and hopefully eventually he would find a woman who could love him and his career and not in spite of it.

Clay walked into the kitchen and saw that it was empty surprisingly. Clay leaned against the kitchen counter and pulled his phone out just as someone called his name.

"Spenser man, what are you doing here?"

Clay looked over and saw Vic walking into the kitchen. For some reason Clay didn't expect for him to be here, but at the same time it made sense. Vic had been in Green Team with most of the guys here, including the one that rented this place. For the past few months Clay had been trying to get along with Vic. He had been trying to see Vic as one of the guys, but no matter what Clay tried he just didn't trust him nor like him. Clay had silently been looking into Vic and his past. The social media page had finally been taken down two months ago, but it was never discovered as to who had started it. Clay also suspected that there was another social media page where all the trolls headed over to. There was just something about Vic that Clay could not trust. It wouldn't surprise Clay if Vic had something to do with the social media page and the things that had been happening to him.

The guys didn't know, they thought everything was fine since getting back, but there had been things that came up. The tires on his truck had been slashed while it was parked at his in his cage had been moved around. There had been a brick thrown through his window. He had also been getting phone calls from a blocked number. Sometimes they were hang ups, and other times it was an electronic voice telling him what they were going to do to him. Clay had been keeping track of everything in a notebook. He also recorded every phone conversation from the blocked number as well. Clay kept it all in a safe he had in his bedroom closet. Clay hadn't told the guys about it. He didn't want to worry them, because so far there was nothing any of them could do. He did install surveillance cameras all over the outside of his home and he had an alarm system installed as well. Clay suspected that Vic had something to do with all of it, but he couldn't prove it yet. Until he could, he had been keeping a very close eye on Vic to make sure his brothers were safe.

Ever since they had arrived back from tour and Clay had been playing nice with Vic, the team dynamic had gotten a lot better. They were back to how they used to be and Clay didn't want to disrupt that. Jason and Ray's relationship had also improved and they were back on good terms. Clay didn't want to cause any chaos or disrupt the team with his unfounded suspicions. Tension in a team was what could get someone hurt or killed and Clay was not going to take that risk with any of his brothers. He would wait until he had something solid to go off of and then he would inform Blackburn.

"Yoder invited me. Have you seen him around?"

"Nope and I've been here for about an hour now." Vic said, as he moved over to the counter to get a drink.

Clay's phone vibrated and Clay looked down to see a text from Yoder. He opened it to see that he wouldn't be coming, he got spun up. Clay swore internally as he sent one back saying no problem and to be safe.

"We getting spun up?" Vic asked, as he made drinks.

"No, Yoder did. Looks like I came out here for nothing." Clay said, as he put his phone away.

"Not nothing. You're here, might as well have a few drinks and relax." Vic said, as he handed Clay a drink.

"I'm not really looking to party. I was just coming by to hang out with Yoder." Clay said, not taking the offered drink.

"I get that, but you're already here. Might as well make it worth the drive. Have a drink and if you aren't having fun, you can head back home and curl up with whatever book you are reading." Vic said, with a warm smile as he held the drink out to Clay.

Clay could tell Vic wasn't going to just let this go and he really didn't want to upset him right now. Plus, he had never been around Vic while he was partying. Clay was hoping maybe they could get some information out of Vic while he was drunk. Clay took the drink as he spoke.

"Fine, but just one."

Vic gave Clay a smile as he patted his back. "There ya go. And who knows maybe you will find a sexy girl to hook up with. Come on, let's get you out there."

Vic wrapped an arm around Clay and brought him out into the living room. This was the last place Clay wanted to be. He would have preferred to be in the kitchen where it was empty and quieter. Vic led Clay around the room, stopping to say hi to a few people as they went. Clay did his best to be friendly as he sipped on his drink. It seemed like Vic knew everyone and wanted to show off his teammate on Bravo. Clay did his best not to roll his eyes as Vic was so very clearly trying to show off that he had made it to the top team when the others hadn't been picked, putting them on a support team while they were stuck on a waiting list. Yoder was on a waiting list, but he was good enough to be picked up by Team Seven. Vic was clearly showing off and the guys all seemed to tolerate it because Vic had the prestige of being a Tier One Operator. Clay did notice that all of the guys seemed very friendly and easy going. They all had asked him how Yoder was doing and if he was liking Team Seven. None of them seemed bothered by Yoder being gay, which was a huge relief to Clay. It was nice to know that there were guys within the Navy that didn't care about sexuality.

It was a good thirty minutes later when Clay had finished his drink and a shot that Vic had given to him. Clay was in the kitchen when he found himself starting to feel really weird. His body was a little shaky, and his head was getting foggy. It felt like he was going through a tunnel without actually moving. The world spun on him and Clay managed to keep himself up right by holding onto the counter in the kitchen.

"Hey man, you ok?"

Clay looked over and could just make out Vic's face. His eyesight was getting blurry and it was coming and going in and out of focus. Something was wrong, that was all Clay could think about. Something was wrong.

"Something's wrong." Clay slurred.

"Damn man, you're already drunk. I didn't think you were a lightweight. Come on, I'll drive you home." Vic said with a smile.

"I'll give him a ride. You've had too much to drink to drive." Another male voice said.

Clay tried to see who it was, but he just couldn't get his eyes to focus enough to make him out perfectly.

"Let's get you to your truck." Vic said, as he started to walk Clay out the backdoor where no one was.

"I need to call Dad." Clay slurred, as he stumbled around.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." Vic said, as he guided Clay down the back steps and around the house.

Vic looked back at the other guy following them and the guy just gave Vic a smirk. Their plan was working perfectly, especially with Yoder not being here. When Vic saw Clay here all alone, he knew it was a sign. He had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to enact his place and tonight gave him it. He would need to message Ash on the way to let him know so he could start getting everything on his end. After tonight they would only have less than twenty-four hours to complete their plan. If they wanted this done right they would have to hurry before they missed their chance. And after tonight, there would be no guarantee they would ever get another chance at this.

Once over at the truck, Vic grabbed Clay's keys from his pocket and unlocked the truck. He laid Clay down on the back seat, Clay gave a groan but the drugs were hitting him fully now. He was basically passed out. Vic tossed the keys over to Smith, Charlie's former rookie, who gave Vic a huge smile. Smith had been waiting for months now to get some revenge on Clay for him being stripped of his trident. Tonight was finally going to give him what he had been waiting for. Vic ran over to his car and grabbed the small black duffle bag that was in it. He then ran back over to Clay's truck and got into the passenger side as Smith got behind the wheel. Within seconds they were out of there and heading to Clay's. Vic pulled out his burner phone and started to text Ash.

Got Clay drugged up at a party, just heading to his place now. What's the security code?

I can disable it from here. I'll do that now. Make sure you cover your faces for the tape and any distinguishing marks. You'll have to computerize your voices before you upload it. I'll call the guys so they can grab him tomorrow. Don't forget the tracker on his truck. They need it to follow him, and they'll remove it once they have him.

Vic couldn't help but roll his eyes. Ash treated him like he was an idiot. This plan was his idea, the only thing Ash had brought to the table were the connections. Vic had been the one to think it all up. It had been Vic's idea for the social media page. Vic's idea for the so-called prank on tour. And it had been Vic who had slipped the phosphate to the mess worker to give to Clay. Once back Stateside, Vic had gotten others from the social media page to go after Clay's truck and to call him from different blocked numbers to harass him. Vic was the mastermind behind all of it and now that they were finally going to live out his ultimate plan Ash wanted to act like he was the one behind it all. Vic really hated not getting credit for any of it, but he also knew if someone had to be the fall guy, Ash was perfect. Vic had made sure none of it could be traced back to him, it would all be traced back to Ash. No one would ever suspect him of trying to go after Clay, after a brother. What drove Vic crazy though, was the fact that everyone said Clay was such a big genius, and yet he couldn't even see what was going on in front of him. If he was so smart, why didn't he know what Vic had been doing? That was probably the best part of it to Vic. The fact that he could completely blindside Clay, Mr. Golden Boy, and he would never see it coming. Vic wished he could be there when Clay realised what his life was going to be like. It would have been perfect.

I know, don't worry I got this. You just make sure everything is ready on your end.

It will be.

Vic put the phone away and turned to look at Clay. He was completely out in the backseat.

"You ready for this?" Vic asked Smith.

"Fucking right I am. You got everything we need?"

"All right here. Remember, there's no going back after this."

"I've already been dishonorably discharged because of that son of a bitch. Lindell's little bitch, he wanted to make a statement about anyone verbally attacking Clay. Fucking discharged me with a dishonourable, I lost everything. I can't wait to get some payback for it. I already booked my ticket for a plane to Tunisia. I'll be living on the beach and being able to use my skills for an even better pay day. You just make sure I can still see the social media page. I want to watch as his life gets destroyed." Smith said, with an evil smile.

"I'll make sure of it. Don't worry he's going to get exactly what he deserves." Vic promised.

Smith still couldn't believe he was going to be able to do this tonight. He had wanted to punish Clay for getting him discharged for months now, but he hadn't had the chance. When Vic pulled him aside in the kitchen when Clay's truck pulled in, he couldn't believe his luck. Tonight Clay was going to get exactly what he deserved and then Smith would get to watch as Clay's life went up in smoke. The pain from tonight would always haunt Clay and Smith would be sitting on a beach in a country that held no extradition, watching it all happen.

When they arrived at Clay's house it only made Smith more pissed off. To think that Clay would be able to afford a place like this only fueled Smith's anger. To him Clay had always been given everything, he never had to work for it. Everything was handed to him, even being allowed to be in Green Team at twenty-four, it was bullshit. No one else had been allowed to be in Green Team with that little experience, but Princess Spenser got to be. It only proved that Clay had sucked someone's cock to make it happen. It wouldn't surprise Smith if Clay bent over and let Jason fuck him to cement his position on Bravo. Clay was a fucking bitch and tonight he was going to be Smith's personal bitch. They both got out and Vic grabbed the duffle bag while Smith went and grabbed Clay, throwing him over his shoulder and they both headed inside. Vic looked at the security camera and smirked as he saw the red light was off, signalling it was off. He used Clay;s keys and unlocked the door, pleased again when the alarm didn't go off. They headed inside and headed straight for Clay's bedroom.

Smith tossed Clay down onto his bed, not caring if he fell off of it or not. Vic got the duffle bag open and tossed Smith a full face mask as he took one out for himself. Along with a video camera.

(Date Rape Scene, But It Is Not Descriptive. It Is Only The Start, It Cuts Away Before It Gets Into Anything.)

Smith made quick work removing Clay of his clothing while Vic got the video camera all set up. They both put on their masks and then Vic turned the camera on and started to film. As Smith started to touch Clay, Vic couldn't help but smile. Clay was completely helpless and defenseless to them. They could do whatever they wanted to him and Smith was going to be taking full advantage of it.

"I think it's time we showed the world just how much of a bitch you are." Smith said, to an unconscious Clay.

Smith went and slapped Clay hard across the face, only succeeding in snapping Clay's face to the right. Smith continued to punch Clay across the face and his torso. He had wanted to beat the living shit out of him ever since he was in Green Team and all the instructors talked about was Clay Spenser. He was their golden boy and it made Smith sick. Clay didn't even have the experience to be in Green Team, and yet he got to go when Smith was denied for three years in a row because he didn't have the field experience. Yet Clay could do it without a single issue. When Smith ran out of steam, he then turned his attention to the real fun of the night. He opened his paints and pulled himself out. He wasn't hard yet but he knew he would get there. He wasn't gay, didn't have any interest in guys, but this wasn't about sex and attraction. This was all about making Clay pay. It was about power and violence and it was going to ruin Clay.

Smith went and held Clay's mouth open as he moved his member over to his mouth and started to piss in his mouth. He made sure to keep Clay's head back so it would go down his throat and not run out of his mouth. Both Smith and Vic laughed as Clay naturally choked on the fluid going down his throat. His instincts and muscles automatically swallowed the urine. Smith looked over at Vic and right at the camera as he spoke.

"Now the fun begins."

Vic knew that tonight was going to be amazing. After this night, Clay would be well on his way to being ruined. This was the first step in his plan, and soon Clay would be long gone and Bravo would be able become stronger with Vic as their new leader.

XXX

It was just after four in the morning when Clay started to stir awake. There was a fog surrounding everything in his head. He couldn't seem to push through it. It was like he was deep under water and he couldn't seem to break that surface. Before Clay could even start to clear the fog, his stomach flipped and Clay's eyes shot open and he stumbled his way into his bathroom and just made it to the toilet as he threw up. Clay could feel his entire body shaking, he couldn't seem to get it to stop. Once he had nothing left in his stomach, Clay leaned against the glass shower stall behind him to try and settle his stomach, but also to figure out what the hell happened. He knew he was home, but he couldn't remember getting here. The last solid thing Clay could remember was being at the house party to meet Yoder. He got spun up and then Vic gave him a drink and walked around the room with him. That was it though. He couldn't remember anything but two drinks.

Clay focused on his body to try and see if it could tell him anything. He kept his eyes closed, because he felt the room spin slightly. He knew he was nauseous and slightly dizzy. Clay could feel some pain in various spots. His ribs were sore, his face was sore and he could feel dry blood on the side of his face. His hands weren't sore though, so if he was in a fight, he didn't hit back. Clay moved slightly to try and take some weight off of his lungs, but the movement caused sharp shooting pain to go all the way up his back. Clay couldn't help the slight scream that escaped his lips. The movement caused not only a sharp pain to radiate up his back, but his ass was throbbing. Clay opened his eyes and for the first time, looked down. He was naked, and there was also dry blood on his inner thighs. Tears flooded Clay's eyes as the reality of his situation hit him. His stomach flipped and he was once again throwing up.

Clay couldn't believe this was happening, that this was happening to him. He had been raped, drugged and raped and he couldn't remember anything. Once Clay got his stomach to settle once again, he pushed himself up off of the floor and was instantly in his shower. He turned the water on as hot as it could go and stood under it as the tears poured down his face. Clay knew he should be going to the hospital, he should be calling the police and filing a report, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't go through a rape exam, he couldn't be touched like that. He couldn't have this out in the world, and being interviewed and going through court. He just wanted to forget. He wanted to pretend like this didn't happen. He just needed to forget.

Clay stood under the hot water, scrubbing his skin until the water ran cold. Clay didn't care that his skin was red and scrubbed raw, he needed the hands off from him. He made sure he got all of the blood off of him as well as the bodily fluid that he could feel dripping out of him. Clay threw up once again in the shower at discovering he had another man's semen inside of him. When the water ran cold, Clay got out and wrapped a towel around his hips. He was in a great deal of pain, and every movement and step caused shooting pain to go all up and down his back and ass. Clay opened his medicine cabinet and grabbed one of the morphine injectors that he had from work that he forgot was in his fatigues when he came home. Clay grabbed it and injected it right into his high, knowing that it would at least take the pain away. Clay dropped it into the sink and then moved into his bedroom as he held onto the wall to steady himself.

Clay had to fight the nausea as he looked at his bedroom. His comforter and pillows were on the floor, but his sheets had blood all over them. There were also various objects that were covered in blood and Clay knew they had been used on him. He needed to clean up. If he cleaned up then he wouldn't remember, he just had to make it all go away. Clay stumbled along the wall until he reached his dresser. He put on some clean boxers, black sweatpants, a long sleeved shirt and zip up sweater. Once dressed Clay then turned around and closed his eyes for a moment as the room spun once again. Clay couldn't help but worry about whatever drug was given to him. There was no telling how he would react to it. When the room stopped spinning Clay opened his eyes and decided to move.

He just needed to get the bed changed and toss the items into the trash. Everything would be fine once his room was cleaned. With shaky legs and tears still going down his face, Clay grabbed the items and wrapped them in the ruined sheets. He also grabbed the mattress cover that he had over the mattress, as the blood had soaked through to it, but thankfully not the mattress. With everything collected Clay made the painstaking journey down his hallway and down the stairs to go outside to his garbage can. He tossed the wrapped up items into the can and then leaned against the wall to try and catch his breath. He knew the morphine would kick in soon and take the majority of the pain away, he just had to wait for that to happen. Clay saw his truck was here, so whoever did this had driven him home. If he drove him home, then he knew where he lived. Clay's mind instantly realised that his security system was on when he left, but his alarm wasn't going off, so either he turned his security alarm off and doesn't remember, or the person got his code somehow.

Clay turned and headed back inside and slowly made his way up the stairs to get to his laptop in his bedroom. He had cameras all over the outside of his home, he would have their person on tape. Clay made it back into his bedroom and went over to his bedside table and pulled out his laptop. He brought it over to his desk and gently sat down on the edge of his chair. Clay closed his eyes and took a few shaky breaths as the pain increased by the pressure on his ass. Once it settled down slightly he opened his eyes and got his laptop up and running. He pulled up his security camera footage and to his shock, there was nothing last night for hours. It wasn't deleted, his system was turned off, it still was. Clay tried to figure out how this happened.

No one had his code, but Jason. He wouldn't have turned it off, because he would have to have gone into his laptop to do it. So that was obviously out. There was no way he was drugged up and able to still get his laptop turned on, turn his security off and then power down his laptop and put it away. That made no sense, so someone had to turn it off somehow, but he had no idea how. None of this was making any sense to Clay and the more he thought about it, the harder it was to breathe. The emotional pain that was flooding his system was consuming him. He knew he should be thinking clearly, but all he could think about was not remembering what happened to him. Clay didn't know why, but that seemed to make it worse. He remembered Vic giving him two drinks, but that was it. Then there were red shoes and a bird, but then it all went blank.

Clay didn't have any proof, but he believed Vic drugged him. Vic was the only one that had given him drinks. Clay quickly grabbed some paper and a pen. He had to make sure that someone knew the truth just in case. He didn't know what would happen, but if Vic tried anything else he wanted to make sure that someone would be able to keep investigating and get justice for him. Clay wrote to the one person he knew he could trust with this truth, Yoder. As he wrote, Clay felt his hand shaking and the tears drop down to the paper. Clay made sure he wrote everything that Yoder would need to know and he left space so he could add to it if something else happened. With that done he put it in an envelope with Yoder's name and placed it into his top dresser drawer.

Clay felt the exhaustion within his body and he knew he needed to try and sleep. He grabbed his pillows and comforter off from the ground and just tossed them onto his bed. He would make the bed later. He then grabbed his phone and made his way down the stairs so he could lay on the couch. He couldn't sleep in his bed, and he had no idea when he would be able to again. Clay curled up on the couch laying down on his left side, as his right hurt more. Clay wished that he could have called Brock so Cerberus was here with him. Cerb always had a way of making him feel better. He wished Jason was here, he would know what to do and what to say to make it ok again. Clay reached over and grabbed his phone. He needed to call Jason, he needed his dad. He opened it to see there were over a hundred text messages and emails. Clay ignored them all and scrolled down until he found a text from Jason roughly thirty minutes ago, they were spun up. Jason had wished him a good first day at Green Team and that he would call once he was back.

More tears poured down Clay's face at knowing that he was going to be alone to get through the beginning of this. He wished he could just call Jason and tell him to not go, but he knew he couldn't. Chances were they were already in the war room getting briefed. Even if he called right now Jason wouldn't be by his phone. Clay's phone vibrated and Clay looked at it, hoping that maybe Jason had psychically knew he needed him. Clay saw it was another text message from an unknown number. Clay clicked on his text messages and saw all of the text messages that different phone numbers had sent to him. None of them were saved into his phone, and they were all different, over a hundred of them. Clay clicked on one and instantly his stomach dropped. He clicked on others and they were all the same thing, they were talking about a video that was posted on the new social media page.

Clay went to his email and scrolled down to the bottom where it showed he was tagged within a new post that was only an hour old. He opened the link and instantly he started to bawl at seeing him laying on his bed naked, completely passed out. The rape had been video taped, and it was four hours long. The video had only been up for an hour and there were already over a thousand comments. All of them were vial and saying how they were enjoying watching the video. They were commenting as it played, and after only an hour there was already over a thousand comments, there was still three hours to go before they would have seen the whole video. Clay threw his phone as far as he could, as he let out a wail of pain.

Clay turned his head into the couch pillow and cried his heart out. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. It wasn't bad enough that they had raped him, but they had recorded it and posted it on the internet for the whole world to see. He would never be able to forget about what happened. He would have to have this video out in the world for the rest of his life. There was no telling who could have downloaded and saved the video for their own pleasure. Clay couldn't handle this, he couldn't do this, he couldn't live with this. He would never be able to escape the pain from the rape. He would never be able to escape the comments. They would keep coming, Clay knew they would. Clay pushed himself up off the couch and tossed some shoes on real quick before heading out. He needed to get away, he just needed to get as far away from his house as he could right now.

Clay drove to the one place where he could go where the noise would disappear. The one place that always brought him peace when he desperately needed it. Clay knew it was dangerous for him to be driving in his state, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything right now, he just needed this pain to stop. Clay continued to cry as he drove a good thirty minutes away from the city and into a forested area. He drove down the dirt road until he came to an old bridge. He got out of his truck and made the short walk over to the old walkway bridge. Clay went and sat down on the wooden railing of the bridge and looked down into the calm river. Clay had discovered this place when he first got to town. Clay had gone for a drive one day and just discovered this little piece of heaven.

Whenever he needed to get away from the city noise he always came here. It was one of the few places that Clay could get his mind to turn off so he could just relax. Clay's body was trembling and he seriously doubted he would ever be able to get it to stop. He just wanted to forget. He wanted to go to sleep and wake up only to discover that this was some horrific nightmare and it never happened. He knew that wasn't going to happen, he was going to have to live in this nightmare for who knows how long. He wished Jason was here, he would know what to do or to say to make the pain go away. Even if he couldn't, he would hug him until he felt ready to face the world again. Clay knew he couldn't go back to his house, not alone. He would go to Jason's and wait until he got back. Then he could talk to him and Jason would make it ok. He just needed to wait until Jason got back, he could get through this until then. They would probably only be gone for a couple of days, Clay could do that. He got through SERE training all alone, he could get through this.

Clay wasn't sure how long he had sat there looking at the water flowing underneath him. He was so lost in thought he didn't even hear the car approach nor the sounds of footsteps that came towards him. Before Clay even knew what was happening, there was a cloth pressed into his mouth and nose and a set of arms wrapped around him, pulling him back off of the railing and onto the bridge. Clay's instincts took over as he started to struggle against the hold, but the chemical on the cloth was too strong for his body to fight against and all too soon Clay's world went dark.

XXX

The guys were all on the plane heading back into Virginia Beach. Their operation was a quick one, only lasting a solid day on the ground. It had taken them longer to fly out for it then it did to complete the operation. They were all feeling pretty good about themselves. It was really weird for them to not have Clay with them, that part had been hard. They had gotten so used to Clay's input on operations that now that they wouldn't get it for six months, it was hard. The team didn't feel complete without him. They knew he would be back, but the next six months were going to feel incomplete until he would be back with them. Vic had been loving the freedom from Clay. The guys had no idea just what was going to be in store for them when they touched down. Vic knew that he should feel bad, not even about Clay, but about the pain that the guys would be going through. The thing was, he didn't. He couldn't wait until they landed and he got to help them try and find Clay. They would never find him, for that Vic was sure of. Him and Ash had everything planned out perfectly. They would never find Clay and they would never discover who was behind all of this. It was perfect and soon enough they would all forget about Clay and be stronger than ever.

They were about half way back to the base when Mandy, Davis and Blackburn moved over to the group of them as they were playing poker.

"We have a serious problem." Blackburn started.

Mandy went and connected her laptop to the main screen they had on the plane for when they were planning their operations in the air. She uploaded an email that was sent to her as she spoke.

"I just received this email from an analysis that has been working on the social media page dedicated to cyber bullying Clay. This was uploaded three days ago, right before we took off. I have to warn you, this video is bad."

"Play it." Jason said, on their behalf as he stood up.

All of the guys stood up and moved so they could see the screen. Mandy hit play and she saw Davis turning around so she wouldn't have to see it again. The guys all watched as the video started. Clay was on his bed and they could tell he was naked. They could also tell he wasn't alone and he was very much unconscious, most likely drugged as he didn't even move. The voices that spoke were computerized and there was no way of telling who they were. There were also not in view of any reflection from a mirror or window. They were smart and had their whole body covered. The guys had no idea what was about to happen, all they could do was watch as the one man hit Clay repeatedly and said horrific things to him. They watched as the man removed his dick and pissed in Clay's mouth. Just as he finished urinating he lowered his dick closer to Clay's mouth, but then the video was closed by Mandy.

"Why did you stop it?" Vic asked, confused. He really wanted the guys to see it, to watch as they saw their precious golden boy take it up the ass over and over again.

"You don't need to see what happens next." Mandy explained.

"What happens?" Sonny asked, afraid of the answer, even though it was obvious.

"He was raped repeatedly for four hours. Sometimes the man did it, sometimes it was an object used on him. Clay didn't wake up for any of it or make a sound." Mandy answered.

"You said it was uploaded three days ago, the morning we took off, why haven't we heard about this? Why hasn't the hospital called yet?" Jason said, pissed off that his son had just been raped and yet no one notified them.

"I just got this email, but I checked hospital records. Clay never went into one." Mandy explained.

"I've been calling, but his phone goes straight to voicemail. Judging by the comments on the video, he's probably been getting spammed with emails and texts over it. He probably turned his phone off so he wouldn't keep reading the hate messages." Davis added.

"He needs a hospital. They obviously drugged him, there's no telling what kind of reaction he will have from the drugs. If he was allergic to any of them, he could be in serious danger of a coma or death. Not to mention any internal damage he suffered from. He could be bleeding internally right now." Trent said, very worried about Clay's health right now. There was no telling what damage could have been done by the rape. He doubted the man cared enough to be gentle and safe with him.

"Who the hell are these guys?" Sonny snapped as he threw his beer bottle across the plane.

"We're working on it. I am going to find them and give you answers." Mandy promised.

If there was one thing you could count on, it was Mandy's skills at getting every piece of intel you needed. Sometimes it took her a bit, but she always got her guy. Whoever these two guys were, they couldn't hide from her. She would get the names and then Bravo would get their heads.

"Keep calling Clay, he might answer. I would suggest we call Derek or Yoder and send them over to his house to check in on him. He's going to need a medic." Blackburn said.

"I'll call em." Full Metal said.

He knew the guys were going to be focused on Clay, he would be focused on getting one of their own to Clay. Whoever these people were, they just started a war, one they would not be able to win. They took their hate of Clay to a whole new level. It was no longer Bravo against them, it was the entire Brotherhood and once you had an army that powerful against you, there was nowhere you could hide. They would get these bastards and they would string them up and make them experience true pain for what they had done to their kid. The world was going to burn and it started right when they touched down Stateside.