J E S S A
I clung onto Ghost as Medic stepped into Ghost's apartment, his medical bag hanging loosely in his grip by his side. Ghost brushed his lips over my forehead. "Hey, look at me, pretty girl." He soothed as he tightened his arms around me. I locked my eyes on his brown ones instantly. "I'm right here." He soothed.
"The fuck happened?" Sabotage barked as he stepped into the apartment as Medic opened his bad on the bed.
"Not right now." Ghost snapped at his president as he ran his hand over my hair. "Right now, I need her tended to. Then, we'll focus on who the fuck did this to her."
Sabotage clenched his jaw, rage flaring in his eyes. "I want the room emptied." Medic announced. "I'm sure she will be much more comfortable when she's not swarmed by all of you."
"I won't leave her." Ghost told Medic, his tone daring Medic to challenge him on it.
Medic nodded in understanding. "Sweetheart," I flinched, "I need you to tell me where they hurt you."
"I'm okay." I said. Ghost opened his mouth to protest, but I shook my head. "Please, Ghost, they tried, but I was able to get away. I'm okay."
He rested his forehead against mine, and I could see him trying to reign in his temper as he breathed in deeply, slowly releasing it. "Leave us." Ghost commanded as he looked up at Medic.
Medic left the room wordlessly, leaving Ghost and I alone. "I need you to tell me what happened before we go down to the chapel and you tell the rest of the club." Ghost told me.
"I can't." I choked out, tears welling in my eyes.
He grabbed my face in his hands, his brown eyes boring down into my gray ones. "You can, Jessa. I need you to tell me what happened, pretty girl. I need to know who did this to you."
"Please, Ghost, don't make me." I cried. "They'll hurt Reina - I can't tell you."
Rage flickered in his eyes, the brown darkening to an almost black color as he desperately tried to keep his temper in check. "You can't tell me they'll hurt my sister and expect me not to press this, Jessa." He told me honestly. "I will protect you and Reina - this club will protect both of you. But I need to know what in the hell is going on."
"I need to change first." I whispered, feeling vulnerable and exposed in the dress I had been forced to wear for the night.
Wordlessly, Ghost set me on the bed gently and stood up, striding over to his dresser. He opened his top drawer where I had stored some of my clothes and pulled out a pair of stretchy shorts. He then grabbed a t-shirt of his out of one of his own drawers and walked over to me.
His eyes flickered over my face before he sighed softly and handed me the clothes. "You know where the bathroom is, pretty girl." He spoke softly.
I nodded wordlessly and strode over to his bathroom, tears threatening to choke me. He knew me better than I knew myself, and after what had happened tonight, I knew his instincts were pushing him to dress me himself, to remind himself that I was there in front of him and okay.
But he knew I couldn't handle it right now.
He may be a huge asshole to almost everyone else, but he was sweet and caring with me.
After pulling on the shorts and shirt, I stepped out of his bathroom, my arms crossed over my chest. His eyes flashed with heat as he ran his eyes over me, lingering on my legs. However, he only held his hand out to me, silently coaxing me over towards him. Once we were settled on the bed next to each other, he reached up and brushed his thumb over my cheek tenderly.
"Talk to me, pretty girl."
"Remember the job I had at the diner?" I asked him quietly. "I took Izzy's spot when she quit."
He nodded at me silently. I drew in a long breath. I held his hands in mine, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Please, keep your cool." I begged him. "I can't - won't - tell you what is happening if you don't promise to keep calm."
He drew in a sharp breath but nodded, leaning his head down so his eyes were level with mine. "You have my word." He assured me.
"Jordan had other people besides just Angels of Hell that came to - to rape us." I choked out. I felt Ghost's grip tighten on my hands at my words. "They knew Reina had protection as Ink's old lady, but they knew I was only here to get my life together." I swallowed thickly. "They wanted me to work for them, but I refused. I didn't think they could hurt me, could force me, but they threatened to hurt Reina."
I drew in a shaky breath. "She had just had the baby, Ghost." I told him, my palms sweaty against his, but he held my hands nonetheless. "I was terrified of something happening to her or her baby because I was weak."
"You are not fucking weak." Ghost snarled quietly, his nostrils flaring in rage at my words. "You are the strongest woman I know." He swore and he released one of my hands and cupped my jaw, pressing his lips to my forehead.
"They told me it was would be strictly platonic. I would play the part as eye candy, but if they found out I was with someone else, they would remind me who I belonged to."
Ghost's body physically shook with rage as he restrained himself from destroying something. "They found out you were with me, didn't they?" He demanded heatedly.
I nodded as tears threatened to choke me. "I was being held in the backseat. They hadn't tied me up - they wanted me to fight them." I choked out as tears streamed down my face, stinging the cuts on the edges of my split lips. "They didn't know I would fight back so hard. I took off running through the woods until I was sure they weren't following me anymore. And I finally stumbled back here to the club house."
"Who are they, Jessa?" Ghost demanded, his teeth clenched as he quietly seethed.
Ghost was officially about to lose his shit. I knew my next words were going to be the fucking icing on the cake for him.
"Holden Dean, Louis Darnell, and Jonshua Quincy." I told him quietly. "Judge's VP, Sargent at Arms, and Treasurer."
Ghost jumped up from the bed, shouting fuck as he sent his fist through the wall. "Ghost!" I shouted, jumping up from the bed as he pulled his bleeding hand out of the wall.
He looked at me with wild eyes. I pressed my hands to his chest, feeling the rapid racing of his heart under my palm. I reached out and grabbed his hands, holding them to my face, not caring about the blood that was getting on my face. I heard the door open behind us, but I kept my eyes locked on Ghost's raging ones.
"I'm here." I breathed. "Come back to me." I begged him quietly.
He tightened his hands on my face as he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me so tenderly I felt tears well in my eyes.
"They will pay, Jessa." He swore. "I will make sure each one of them pays for what they have done to you."