The Fox (Riders of War - book one)

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Chapter Ten


The sun light beams through my window walking me up from my deep sleep. The events from yesterday come flooding back and I can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything but lay there.

One would think that the injured woman would be at the front of my mind. It was actually the Riders of War, more specifically Bennett. The way he makes me feel, I almost feel like a child again. Hopeful and optimistic.

My phone rings beside me. That’s odd for someone to be calling me this early. I sit up straight in bed when I see the caller ID.


“Hello,” I cant believe I almost forgot about the woman.

“Hello, it’s Opal from the hospital. Is this Bella?” Her voice sounds so sweet.

“Yes this is Bella,” I jump out of bed and pace around the room for a moment. Worry settles in once again and I can’t keep still.

“I was just calling to let you know that the woman you brought in, has woken up from surgery and is asking for you.” My eyes widen and my jaw drops. I honestly didn’t think I would see the woman again.

“Asking for me?” I have to sit down.

“Yes you, she is keeps asking for the red head that saved her,” I can’t believe she remembers anything about yesterday, much less my hair colour. I don’t know anything about this girl and she is asking for me.

“I don’t even know her name,” I run my hands through my hair and pull at the roots.

“Emily, her name is Emily. We are still trying to locate any family.” My heart sank. Who knows how long she was missing for and they can’t find anyone who cares.

“Oh wow, okay, I’ll come by today and see her,” I will care about her. I make a silent promise to myself that I will be there for Emily as long as she needs me.

“Just a warning, she is still in bad shape but I will tell you more when you get here,” Emily must be so scared on her own. I remember how scared I was when I broke my arm when I was a kid. My parents where inside and my little brother pushed me off the monkey bars. My mom didn’t leave my side, she stayed with me when I got the plaster on just stroking my hair

“Thank you Opal,” I end the call and take a deep breath. This poor girl is all alone and I was thinking about Bennett.

At the hospital I stand outside Emily’s door as the doctors finish their rounds. She do still connected to machines and still covered in bruises and gashes that would turn into scars.

“You can see her now,” the doctors file out of the room as I walk in. I see Emily there staring out the window.

“Hi,” I whisper. Her head moves to face me and her lights a little when she sees me.

“Hi, how are you?” She asks me adjusting the bed so she can sit up.

“How am I?” I let out a small laugh and sit down on a chair near the bed. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Yeah probably,” she winces when she chuckles.

“How are you feeling?” I place my hand over here. She is a lot warmer than yesterday. That has to be a good sign right.

“Like death,” I frown at her. She rubs her lips together as tears well up in her eyes. “I’m trying to be positive but it is so hard when everything around me is so bland and clinical.”

“It really is boring isn’t it.” Everything is either white or brown. Even the view from her window is just the back of another building. We fell into an awkward silence. I think about what could’ve possibly happened for her to end up in such a grim situation.

“I know you want to ask me,” I look back over at her a defeated look is plastered right across her face.

“What?” I chew on my bottom lip. I know what she’s talking about but I’m not sure I really want to ask it. Will I be able to handle hearing what happened to her?

“You want to ask me what happened but the truth is I don’t really remember, it just comes back to me in flashes,” I’m so selfish. I’m worrying about me be able to handle it but whatever I’m feeling she’s feeling 10 times worse.

“Well what do you remember?” I lean forward and take her hand in mine again. Just having that contact seems to calm her down.

“I remember feeling like I was being choked,” it doesn’t matter how safe she is here, she will forever be there, in a living nightmare. “And I remember this small dark room and I could hear fighting.”

“So it wasn’t an animal?” A hands shake in mine, her head falls back against the pillow and her teeth chatter as she fights back tears.

“There where animals there but he was a monster.” Knowing that it wasn’t an accident made my stomach drop.

“It’s okay you don’t have to tell me anything,” we just sat there talking. I try to keep her mind off everything that has happened.


I promised Elizabeth and Amelia that I would come to the Riders of War clubhouse party and I never break a promise. However I’m starting to wish I did.

I am currently standing in my bedroom with clothes thrown all over the floor. What am I supposed to wear to a party at the clubhouse? I didn’t want to dress to slutty and give people the wrong idea. But I didn’t want to be a prude and have people judge me.

Elizabeth and Amelia should be here soon, I need to at least finish my hair and makeup. I’ve never been one to dress up so makeup for me is usually just mascara and lip balm.

I stand in front of the mirror with my make up spread out in front of me. I’m not sure what to do with all of this. I’m hoping if I keep it simple I can’t fuck it up too much.

I am putting my hair up in a half up bun when the door bell rings. Apart from the fact that I’m still in my pyjamas I didn’t do a half bad job.

When I opened the door Amelia was there with a drink in her hand, swaying side to side. I look at Elizabeth wide eyed to see Amelia this drunk already, she shrugs her shoulders and laughs at Amelia.

“You’re still not dresses yet,” Amelia pushes her way inside.

“I don’t know what I am doing,” I follow after a staggering Amelia and Elizabeth trails along behind. Clearly she has dealt with this before.

“Come on, show us what you’ve got,” Elizabeth is really the mom of the group. She always seems to know what she is doing.

“I really don’t have a lot,” they sit in the end of my bed and I go through all of my clothes again. Everything I have is a no. No to the green top. No to the blue dress. I never knew going to a party would be so stressful.

“What about this?” Amelia holds up a white holster top and high waisted black jeans.

“I honestly forgot I had that,” I took it from her. “I don’t think I’ve worn it since I was 16.”

“Just try it on,” I poke my tongue at a drunk Amelia and change my clothes.

“Dam girl where have you been hiding those melons,” Amelia launches forward and grabs my boobs laughing hysterically.

“Stop!” I push her back on the bed. She is still in fits of laughter. I can’t help but giggle along with her.

“Bella you look hot, you have to where that,” I look at myself in the mirror. I do look kind of hot. I don’t think I’ve ever said that about myself before.

“Bennett is going to have a hard on as soon as he sees you,” Amelia grabs a can of deodorant off my vanity and rubs it up and down, pretending to lick it.

“Oh my god, you are horrible,” I throw a pillow right at Amelia‘s face.


We drive through a set of gates with the Riders of War name and symbol above us on the entrance arch.

“This is what we call ‘The Base’, the clubhouse is at the centre,” Elizabeth says while driving. I look around the street, there are houses, shops, even a grassy field that dogs and kids could play in. If I didn’t know any better I would say this place was full of families.

“What is this like a gated community or something?” This is not how I pictured the infamous Riders of War to live.

“Or something,” Elizabeth glanced at me out the corner of her eye. She looked a little tense. What the hell could she be so stressed over?

We pull up to the clubhouse, I can already here the pounding music coming from inside. The clubhouse is set back a little from the rode and there are bikes parked all along the front of the building.

“Before we go in I’m just going to warn you, these parties can get a little out of hand,” I give her a reassuring smile and get out of the car.

As soon as we were walking I realise why Elizabeth was so tense. The place is packed. There are girls dancing on the tables. Others doing shots at the bar. People making out everywhere, some not just making out. I saw one girl lying on top of the table being fucked by one guy and deep throating another.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding,” we sat at the bar and Dominic came over to us, I recognise him from the other night.

“What will it be ladies?” Dominic looks me up and down. I am suddenly very conscious of all my expose skin. Why did I let the girls convince me to wear this?

“I think I’m gonna need something stiff,” as soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew I was a bad idea.

“All you gotta do is ask baby,” Dominic leans his elbows on the table and runs his fingers along my arm.

“Back off Dominic, you don’t want another broken nose, do you?” Bennett appears out of nowhere and stands behind me.

“I was just talking about tequila,” Dominic puts his hands up in surrender and walks away to make drinks.

Bennett sits down on the stool next to me. His eyes run over my body. His eyes stare deeper than my skin. He can see into my soul. It is the same feeling I got when we first met. I get butterflies in my stomach as I relax and let myself be seen.

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