Chapter 19: Enemy Lines

POV: Marta

When I woke I realized I had been kept in the van for an undetermined time. Being blinded by the hood and the binding on my hands and feet restricted me from fully assessing my situation. I heard voices though and recognized Rey and Chulo. Other voices, I didn't recognize. I was so thirsty. The heat from the hood didn't help the dehydration and the sensation to keep throwing up. Dizziness began to set in as well. I tried to count the turns when the van swerved.

They took my bounded body out and dropped it harshly in a car trunk and took off. I could only imagine that by the heat I felt on my arms that the sun had been up for a while. I yelled to have the hood taken off and all it earned me was for a gag to be tied over the hood where my mouth was. The heat radiated from the trunk had me going in and out of consciousness.

When they finally arrived at their destination, I was dragged out of the car. I could feel the dirt beneath my feet. A sound of a train in the distance led me to believe this was one of the warehouses where the heroine runs came from just outside of Oakland. The area was desolate.

The bastards dropped me to the floor. The voice in the distance I was sure I heard before.

"Esta es la puta that killed Geromino?"

"Si Carnal." Shit! I had just been delivered to the Calavares. It sunk that this was retribution not a negotiation . My heart broke further knowing Tio Marcos sanctioned this. This would be the worst day of my life – it would be the last. I tried to get up and was met by a swift kick in the stomach followed by another to my lower back. This was my execution. I was picked up, slammed into walls, and kicked numerous times when I went down. A slew of curses and threats were slung at me in this attack. My hood was finally removed and I saw the main assailant. It was the bastard I had hit with the wrench at the gas station. He had his cut on – President. Fuck my life! He leaned over me and spit in my face. I cursed him out only to me met with his boot to my ribs. As I gasped for air, I turned to see Rey and Chulo there. Sons of bitches looked excited. Traitors!

"You're gonna die puta!"

"Fuck you!"

"Yeah, Bitch, I think I will." No! I tried to block his hands with my arms before Rey grabbed them and held them behind my head. The fucking low life president pulled my jeans down.

"No! I'll fucking kill you! You hear me Ese. You will die!" I kicked and struggled to break free. He pulled my legs apart and began unbuckling his pants.

"!" I screamed. He pulled the dress over my hips and salivated over me. He leaned closer and tried to kiss me. I tore his bottom lip with my teeth. He cursed at me. He grabbed my head and bashed into the concrete. I felt control leaving my body. I told my body to kick, contort, and to break apart my hand binds so I could fight. It didn't work. I could feel the darkness coming over me. I could hear them laugh in a distance though I could smell them so close to me. I didn't want this to happen. I could recover from any beating but this would leave a scar only visible to me. I couldn't become a victim. The laughter got louder as he pull me towards him and the light left my eyes.

POV: Juice

The Bastards left us somewhere on 13 to deal with their own turf shit. We surrounded the warehouse, Sons and Mayans. Their road guards were disarmed quickly and tied down for later retribution. Ope wired their car and let the shit blow up. The explosion caused the glass in the warehouse to shatter. We could hear them scrambling inside. Gunfire erupted from the warehouse.

I know I couldn't risk her getting shot so first chance I got Tig, Chibs, and I got in. Four of them were barricaded by a nearby office. Two Mayans joined us after taking out two Calavares that came out guns blazing. We shot back and dove for cover behind some high stacked shelves. Tigs went down another aisle for a better look. He came back holding something white in his hands. When I saw it, I thought it was ridiculous that he was holding a pair of panties in his hands. How the fuck could he think of pussy now? Then again this was Tig.

"Juice, I'm sorry. I found them on the ground. There also a pair of boots and jeans like she had on the last time we saw her." He looked remorseful. I shook my head in disbelief. Not my girl, they couldn't have violated her like that. The anger bolted through me and like a conductor it sent me guns blazing running straight to them. Tig and Chibs hollered for me to take cover but right now I didn't care about being shot. I cared about knowing if we had come too late. If I had killed her too, just I did like Miles driven by and fear instead of brains. My back up took the shooters and disabled them in a storm of bullets. Behind a barrel I found her, bloodied, half naked, and barely breathing. I slumped down next to her and yelled. I pulled the dress down and cradled her in my arms. I did this. I caused this. My eyes burned with guilt.

"Juice? Juice? " Chibs stood over me with Rat. "Take her to St. Thomas and don't leave her side, Prospect." Rat bent down to grab her but I held her closer to me and refused to let go. Jax came up and took her off my arms.

"I'll call Tara. She'll be fine. She's strong." He carried out her with Rat toddling behind him. A fat Mayan came into view, he pulled a Calavares to the front. I saw his unbuckled pants and knew he was the bastard that had unleashed the savageness. His pants were soaked with blood and by the impaired walk I knew he had been shot. He pushed him towards me.

"Give her justice, Ese." I nodded. My fists and feet were machines. I laid in one punch and kick after another. He tried to run but the fat Mayan and Chibs would corner him and send him back to me. Bobby came forth and handed me a bat. I used him like my personal piñata. I aimed for home runs with every swing. Broken nose, ribs, knee caps, teeth, you name it, I broke it. When I was done, his face was so swollen and bloody that he was unrecognizable. I had never wanted to cause such physical pain on someone. I had thought once my hate of Roosevelt and Potter was conducive to this. That didn't compare. Chibs pulled me back and summoned me. Ope was done wiring up the place. I emptied my entire clip into him. I finally ripped the bloody officer patch off him so I could show her he was dead.

Some Calavares were left behind to die in the explosion. The Mayan traitors were for Alvarez, the fat one said. I still didn't feel better to what I had set in motion by not listening to Chibs. I felt angry that we waited to leave the clubhouse. Maybe a few minutes earlier and he would not have destroyed the purity that belonged to me. We mounted and headed towards St. Thomas. I don't know if she will ever forgive me.