CHAPTER SEVENTY

WARNING: Contains reference to sexual abuse.

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"Fuck." Hauling myself to my feet I take a second to rinse my mouth out with the mouthwash on the bench before walking out of the room, my foot hits the photo that caused all this and I swipe it up without looking at it and stalk down the hall towards the lot.

"Oi, Tig." I shout the second I'm clear of the clubhouse doors, the dark haired enforcers head snaps towards me and his eyes narrow. "Come here for a second."

Jax jumps up into the ring and takes off his rings, his kutte follows then his work shirt and t-shirt till all he's left in is a white wife beater and his jeans.

Tig gets within a couple of steps of me, "This better be good." He growls out.

"It is." I say, holding out the photo, upside down. "This is the reason he wants to beat the shit out of something. The something he would like is not you, but he's not here so you may end up a stand in for Craig. I just wanted you to be aware of why he's so fucked off."

Tig takes the photo and turns it over; it's not even a second later before his eyes meet mine, the dark pools are violently flashing and if I didn't know why I'd be terrified.

His voice is an awful growl like a dog about to attack when he speaks again, "I gather that was not consensual."

I snort and my emotions all let go at once as I reply, "How many people do you think would voluntarily let someone take a photo when they have a completely unwanted cock in their ass, and deodorant can in their cunt while their nipples are so tightly clamped that they're almost purple!? I seriously would have thought the blood and tears would have been a giveaway that it wasn't consensual." By the end of my sentence I'm inches from his face my voice low and dangerous sounding to my own ears, the second the words are out of my mouth my brain registers what I've said, and the fact that the lot is full of mechanics and Sons, Gemma is standing between 2 clients and their cars.

My voice breaks at the end and I have one split-second of gratefulness that I wasn't shouting before my knees give way and I collapse onto the concrete, the pain from my leg not even registering as tears stream down my face. Tig moves to crouch down in front of me but I violently move backwards when all my shocked brain can register is the dark hair. Jax shoves Tig out of the way and scoops me off the ground, carrying me inside he spots Donna in the corner crying quietly. "D, lil help?"

The pair of them manhandle me into the shower, clothes all. Jax doesn't hesitate in joining me in the tiny box, his wife beater saturated and sticking to his skin in seconds. The freezing water takes minutes to register and by the time I can fight my way out of the box my brain tried to lock me in I'm freezing, my lips are starting to turn blue and Jax and Donna both look exceptionally worried.

"I-i-i-i'mmmm allllriighhht." I stutter out and the water is flicked to warm while Jax helps me out of the cold clothes. Donna stands back and raises an eyebrow at him, "What, seen it all before, remember?" he says as he flicks off my baby blue bra, leaving me in just the matching panties.

Donna grabs my clothes and takes them out of the room, heading towards the tiny laundry at the back of the clubhouse where all the linen is washed. Struggling out of my underwear I call her back and deposit them in the pile before reaching over and attempting to remove Jax's singlet. He helps me pull it over his head and passes it to her as well, the second my hands hit his belt buckle he backs away, "I'll get them later darlin', you a'ight now?"

I nod but I still feel freezing cold so reach over and turn the water up a little more. Standing there till I defrost I have to get Jax's help to get out of the shower cubical and wrapped in a towel. Donna comes back in a few minutes later holding an old pair of sweat pants that must have belonged to Opie. "Here, wear these."

I don't have the energy to fight so I just nod and attempt to dry myself, Donna rushes over and grabs the towel just before I drop it and leads me to the bench where she makes me rest against it while she pats me dry. "I feel like a little kid." I comment tiredly.

Donna giggles as she dries my back before she hands me the towel, "Little kids don't have tits like that. Finish drying I'll go find a shirt."

I don't have much left, my very observant friend has left just my personal areas to dry, and between my toes ironically. Dropping the towel in the basket I turn to thank Jax and find he's dropped his jeans and boxers out of the door, through the glass I can see his back is tense and his fists are clenched so I don't say anything, instead walking out the door I click it closed quietly.

I'm not alone in the room for long, I barely have time to pull on the pants before the bathroom door opens again and Jax steps out, looking worried till his eyes catch mine when he visibly relaxes.

"You need a shirt?" He questions, stepping past me to gather some clothes.

"Yeah. D went to find me one." I say, avoiding his towel clad form as he steps from one side of the room to the other.

He pulls open a draw and passes me a shirt as he steps back into the bathroom. He pulls the door behind him, but doesn't close it the whole way. "Wear that one."

"K thanks." I pull the shirt on without even looking at it, it's long enough to be a dress and it's soft and smells like Jax. "Guess I owe Tig, and the lot, an apology."

"Don't even think about it darlin' Tig'll get over it, and the mechanics don't matter worth shit." Jax snaps, "No one out there is gonna be worried about anything other than how you are, K? And no one could hear whatever was said, but I tell ya, you collapsing almost gave me a heart attack."

I nod and realise stupidly that he can't see me, "Ok."

Donna pokes her head through the door and grins, "You found a shirt?"

"Yeah Jax lent me one." I say tugging at the soft blue shirt that's hanging around my thighs. I can't quiet meet her eyes, I feel incredibly embarrassed that they've seen photos that I didn't know existed, but I'm thankful that she didn't run away with the first one.

I hear her walk the couple of steps over to me and she wraps her arms around me the second she's within reach. "That sick motherfucker is going to get what's coming to him, K?"

Donna's voice surprises me; she's normally very quiet about the violent side of the club, but for her to be so adamant helps the remaining tension leave my shoulders.

She keeps her arm round my shoulder as we walk back out of Jax's room. Opie is standing just outside the door; the photos that haven't been dealt with are clenched in his hand, his knuckles straining against his skin. I take the offending items off him and walk into the kitchen, pulling down one of the stainless steel bowls I can feel their curious looks when I go behind the bar and set the bowl on the bench. Pulling down a bottle of Craig's favourite rum with a wry grin I pour half an inch into the bowl then proceed to shred the photos and dump them in with the booze. My hand extends out and before I have to ask Opie's lighter lands on it, pulling one of the napkins from the pile I flick the lighter and watch it catch before dropping the entire thing in the bowl.

The heat from the burning alcohol and paper reaches my face before the smell does, the acridness making my nose wrinkle and I take an involuntary step backwards, straight into Jax's chest. His arms wrap loosely around my shoulders and he links his hands in front of me while we both watch the images turn black and disappear. Once the flames have disappeared and all that's left is a grimy ash in the bottom of the bowl I turn and walk out to the lot.

Bobby and Tig are sitting at the picnic table closest do the door so that's my first destination. Dropping onto the bench beside Bobby I hug him tightly; "Sorry you had to see that." I mutter into his shoulder.

"Shit, I'm sorry you had to go through that." Bobby's arms wrap tightly around my shoulders and he squeezes tightly.

Pulling backwards from Bobby's arms, I stand up and walk round the table to sit by Tig, leaning into his shoulder the smell of leather and oil that I've come to associate with the feeling of home and being protected surrounds me. Tig looks a little worried and sits stiffly beside me. "Sorry Tiggie."

Tig shrugs and tugs on my hair, "No need to be, anything I can do?"

I glance around the lot and notice Jax still looks pretty pissed off and look back at the dark haired man beside me, "There is one thing but it won't be fun."

Tig's face twists into a half smile, "What'cha need?"

"It's not what I need, but Jax could do with something to take his mind off it at the moment, and I don't think random pussy is a good idea. Would you mind helping him blow off some steam in the ring?" I know it's a long shot, but Tig jumps up from the table walking over to Jax they talk for a few seconds before the pair are climbing into the ring.

I can't watch and walk into the office with Donna where Gemma steps away from the window, the blinds flicking closed. Nodding her head in the direction of the ring she raises an eyebrow, "What's with that?"

"Jax is still a little hot-headed at the moment so Tig offered to help before Jax could figure out that Cara Cara might relieve the tension he's currently feeling." I reply, dropping heavily onto the couch. "Oh, and can you sort a glazier, Jax needs new windows."

Gemma raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask, instead she nods and picks up the phone while I close my eyes and lean into the wall, the noises from the garage soothing my mind and making me relax into a state of semi consciousness.