A Month Later
Lately we've been slammed at the garage. Today I can barely see straight. Dad helps as much as he can but Gemma is a mess. She hasn't been right since her accident. I sigh loudly when I watch her peel out of the driveway.
"That's fucking great. Just fucking great. Lowell where are we with that Sebring?" I bellow causing him to jump. "Sorry Lowell. I didn't mean it. Where are we?"
"Naw, it's ok Bree. Just about finished." He smiles at me. I stomp back to the office, slamming the door behind me. I flop down at the desk, rubbing my temples. My phone rings loudly, startling me and irritating me even more.
"Yeah." I growl into the phone.
"E'erything a'ight sweetheart?" Filip's voice settles me.
"Just a busy day here. Gemma took off and I'm buried. How's the run?" I ask, trying to move the focus off my frustration.
"Takin longer than we meant, not sure when I'll be home." Something is off in his voice, some additional tension that I can't place.
"You ok baby?" I ask, hoping it's just the stress of a long ride. I know this run is just cover. Filip told me as much as he could before he left this morning.
"Yeah, we'll talk when I'm back. I love you Aubrey." He told me, I heard the sound of bikes starting in the background.
"Love you too Filip. Be safe." I hang up and toss the phone back on the desk. Dad walks through the door a moment later.
"You're gonna have to lock up tonight, I gotta run to a tow pick up." He tells me, grabbing the keys.
"SERIOUSLY?" I practically shout. Dog and Lowell turn to stare at me and I put my head on the desk. Dad closes the doors and the blinds.
"What's up baby girl?" He sits down next to me.
"No I'm ok dad. Just stressed, between the kids, the garage and all the God-damn drama, I haven't had a day off since Donna." My voice falters a little.
"I know sweetie. I know. Let me take care of this and then tomorrow, I'll cover you. Take your day off and go shopping or have lunch with Tara if you wanna." He kisses my hand before getting back up to leave. I smile at his effort, knowing full well that I probably won't get the time he's promising.
By the time we actually finish the work for the day, the sun is dipping low in the sky. I send the guys home, sorting through the chaos of paperwork on the desk. I don't realize what time it is until my phone vibrates across the desk with a text.
Spooning with Bobby just ain't the same. I miss you.
I laugh at the text, relaxing a little from the day. I decide to lock up and notice the time, well past midnight. I text him back as I walk to my car.
Give him a reach around and I'm sure he'll help you out. I won't judge you. Love you.
The sudden sound of footsteps startles me and I stop, looking around. A movement near the gate catches my attention. I hurry to get into my car but don't make it in time. A strong arm wraps around my throat, pulling me against something hard.
"Don't move or I'll put a bullet in your spine." An unfamiliar voice grunts in my ear.
"What the fuck?" I manage.
"Don't say a word bitch." He says again, this time he drags me toward the garage. Before we get inside, he places some kind of fabric over my head. My wrists are held, tightly in front of me.
I keep my mouth shut and my body rigid when I hear chains dragged across the floor. The man hooks something hard around my wrists and my arms are raised above my head, my feet barely touching the floor below me. The hood is removed from my head and a bright light blinds me.
"We tried breaking the Queen of SAMCRO, maybe the princess will break instead." The man growls as he steps in front of me, a white rubber mask in place. I notice the sharp knife in his hand and stop fighting against the chains, a strong sense of dread washing over me. Two other men stand next to him, the same white masks. All three men wear long sleeve shirts and gloves.
The ring leader steps forward. I close my eyes, anticipating something painful. Instead I'm surprised when I feel him cut my shirt open, followed by my pants. He leaves me dangling there in just a bra and panties. Tears stream down my face but I don't make a sound.
"We need you to tell your family this little story. They need to know what we're willing to do to make sure they stop selling to the Niggers and Spics." His voice is a gruff whisper. "You gonna scream for me Baby Bree?" My eyes snap open at the casual way he uses my family nickname.
I feel the sting of his knife as he pierces the skin at the back of my neck. I grit my teeth as the blade slices through skin and muscle in quick movements. I feel a trickle of warm liquid slowly dripping down my back. A guttural scream escapes me as he finishes, tears flowing now.
"This time we won't leave it to you to pass along the message. We'll make sure they get it." I feel the blade slice into the skin above my hip, the same burning pain shooting through me.
I look down at the floor to see droplets of blood forming on the floor. Sobs wrack my body and I feel light headed. I start to struggle, hoping to move away from the man, make some kind of noise. One of his friends swings a large fist, connecting with my jaw. A shattering pain vibrates through my head. My eyes close and I only manage a few whimpers.
The leader keeps his knife work up for a little while longer. My stomach and back covered with marks of vibrant red as the floor becomes covered in blood. I shiver against the cold wave rushing through my body. I fall in and out of consciousness. Each time a scream or grunt passes through my lips; one of his buddies takes a swing. There's a stinging pain in my wrists as my body becomes heavy against the metal chains. Suddenly a phone rings. One of the backup crew steps away and answers the phone. The call is quick and he turns back to us.
"We gotta go." He whispers the man, interrupting his knife work.
"Sorry sweetheart, some other time." They leave quickly, taking their tools but keeping me where I was. They shut off the light, leaving me with only the early morning light streaming through the windows. When I'm sure they're gone I struggle against the chains. Lowell walks in, flipping the light back on and stops. He runs over to me and lowers me to the ground, pulling the tape off my mouth.
"I'm gonna call an ambulance." He says after he helps me sit down on the ground.
"No, no. Give me my phone. It's right there." I tell him, my voice barely audible. "Then go close the gate. Call the guys and tell them not to come in until after noon. Take the list of repos off the fax machine and go pick up my dad. You don't tell him about this, understand me Lowell?" He stares at me, frightened.
"Yeah, ok Bree. I'm goin." He stutters and takes off. I quickly dial Tara's number.
"Bree?" Her voice is groggy.
"Tara, I need your help. Something happened." I fight back the tears again. "You need to bring your med kit."
"Yeah, where are you?" I hear her moving around.
"Clubhouse. Grab Gemma please." I hang up and push myself to stand, my legs weak and shaking.
I make it inside slowly, but somewhere in the hallway heading to the dorm rooms I can't move. My knees buckle and I fall to the ground. Everything falls black around me.