Sons of Death
Sabine looked around the club, taking in the teeming amounts of half-naked women, hanging over some of the brothers, while the others were gyrating what their mamas gave them on the dance floor, and the men, well, most all of them wearing leather and in some stage of undress some having heads bobbing between their thighs, as they are brothers of The Sons of Death MC, they have free reign to do as they please.
Victor and his VP Ty, fit right in.
"So are you finally going to do this brother?" Ty asks Victor, while taking in the fine specimen that is Victor's wife. Victor glances across all the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, seeking out his blond wife, finding her sitting at the bar, talking to Skylar, the bar lady. Sabine's eyes briefly meet with Victor's icy cold glare. Hound has just walked over to Sabine and nonchalantly placed his hand on the small of Sabine's back, the cold shiver that gets sent up Sabine's spine making her flinch at the contact. Or is it just the look, or warning, that Victor sent her way. Not that Victor would have noticed the flinch because his eyes are trained on the hand on the small of her back.
Victor slowly tears his gaze away from Sabine and continued talking to Ty. "Yeah brother, I finally am." Ty brings his bottle of beer up to his lips and in two large gulps, swallows some of the alcohol then smiles grimly. "You're crazy Pres, you know that?" Victor's face morphs into one of annoyance at the pure ordacity of his VP. "FFS what is it with you and all my men, with my wife?" he asks peeved at the thought that his men couldn't wait to get her in the sack. They are all like pining puppies, sitting in front of a hole.
Ty raised his bottle to his lips once more, emptying the remaining of the already warm liquid down his throat. "Sorry Pres, may I speak candidly?" he asked raising his eyebrow in question. "As if I could stop you from speaking your mind" Victor responded "I can't believe you want to trade that sweet ass ol' lady of yours, for that skank Josie, who has probably bedded the whole club and then some".
"Watch your tone, Ty. You might be my VP but you are replaceable. That skank, as you call her, is pregnant with my child, so she will be my ol' lady, and Sabine, well." Ty almost choked on the shot he just downed. "Seriously, so the rumors are true then?" Ty saw the truth radiating off Victor's face. "To all that is holy!" Ty exclaimed, looking over at Sabine with a gleam in his eye. A sinister plan forming in that depraved mind of his.
"Can I have a taste of her before you wipe that sweet ass of hers right off this planet, Pres?" Victor raises an eyebrow at the audacity of the suggestion. Then slowly starts to contemplate the request none the less, before he burst out laughing. "Your dicks funeral brother, besides, I think you will walk away rather unsatisfied." Ty just shakes his head and chuckles at Victor's response, knowing full well that his dick has never been more satisfied as when it was buried balls deep into Sabine. Some things Victor will just never know the truth out about. Ty raises his hand, calling over one of the waitresses.
Danny is wearing short hot pants that barely covers her ass cheeks, with fishnets and thigh-high leather boots, she saunters towards them seductively, almost dislocating her hip bones to hopefully grab one or both of their attention. "Refill Pres?" she asks in that sweet tone of hers. Victor will to pass on this particular delicacy, and no. Not because of his wife, that is sitting on the other side of the bar, he couldn't give a shit what Sabine thought or said. But Josie, on the other hand. Josie would have his nuts if he even just looked, or thought of screwing anyone but her. Josie is possessive, and rightly so, she is the mother of his unborn child. The one thing his wife never gave him. Ty on the other hand, he will be all about eating her out tonight.
After five years of marriage, Sabine is yet to conceive and if Josie never told Victor of Sabine's big secret and betrayal, he would never have known the reason to why Sabine has still not given him a baby. Things could've been so different for her if she only gave him an heir. With hours having passed, the shots finished, as well as the beers, Ty raises his hand and immediately got the attention of Sky, who is already sending over their refills. Victor looked up and saw that Hound has returned back to the bar, now placing his hand on Sabine's shoulder. Victors face scrunched up and anger took front and center stage. This was just not sitting right with Victor. Sabine was not a free agent to be touched by anyone but him. Sabine knows the rules as do the boys. Victor might be screwing Josie, but that did not mean that Sabine was a free agent. Her lessons should have proven that to her by now, but as usual, she is stubborn and refuses to learn the simplest of lessons. I mean after five years of beatings, she is still as stubborn as the day we met and she hasn't broken or cracked under her treatment and she has remained as strong as ever.
Sabine Lacey DeAngelo knew in her heart, she felt it in the prickling of her skin, how tonight would end, yet again with the beating of her life. She had already spent hours earlier in front of the mirror, covering up her previous bruises that Victor left behind on her face and neck. Sabine had a deep-seated hate towards her husband, and hell, after everything he has done to her, why wouldn't she. After years of being manhandled, abused, and beaten, it would be expected that I would cower in the presence of men, have a subdued personality, and be scared of even my own shadow. To hell with that analogy. He will never have the privilege of breaking me, He can break the body physically, but mentally, I have made myself stronger through the years of abuse. Short of killing me, I will not bend, to Victor, to the Sons of Death, or any man, ever.
Sabine has spent years envisioning Victor's demise over and over again in her mind and the only thing that would make her freedom even sweeter would be Victor's demise by the hands of herself. She could imagine his life force draining out of his eyes as his light goes out and he no longer can take another breath. But that is just a fantasy; Sabine wants freedom, freedom away from Victor and the Sons. Her freedom would mean nothing if she exchanges this hell, for another hell, behind bars. Besides Victor would kill her first before he ever set her free. Does this make Sabine sick and twisted? Well who knows, and who would stand in judgment of her, if she killed Victor? For one, she would be free of Victor and the abuse from Ty and some of the other members, but if the brothers caught her first in her attempt to escape, she would not live to tell the tale. No that was a dark path that Sabine refused to walk down. Leaving free and clear and running to family is the best thing and the safest thing that she could think of doing.
"Look hun, you are running out of time. Your things are already safe and secure at the motel, all you have to do is leave" Sky says quietly so that there could be no flapping ears, that can overhear our conversation. Before Sabine could answer a big hand wrapped around her neck and her long blonde hair and brought her roughly and unceremoniously crashing to the floor. Victor reached his other hand around her throat, squeezing tightly. Sabine could barely breathe. Her eyes bulging and her lungs burning while she tries to gasp for air. "You bitch, how dare you" Victor screams, his tall frame looming over Sabine's dainty one. The whole room falls eerily silent. Fear crept up Sabine's spine, leaving her paralyzed.
Victor throws Sabine on the sticky, alcohol-infused floor before a steal tip leather boot connects with Sabine's midsection, leaving her heaving and panting while trying to suck in more oxygen. Sabine is lying huddled into a small ball, defenseless, trying to protect herself from the kicks and punches that Victor is launching, mercilessly in her direction. A solid fist connects with Sabine's right cheek, the pain almost instantaneous and excruciating as it connects, sending stars and tears in her eyes as the numbness starts to spread. Her vision blurring as she fights to stay conscious.
"You useless, pathetic wench with Hound, Hound of all people, is that why you are using birth control so that you can lay it all out there for the brothers?" To say that Sabine is shocked at the assumption Victor made or the fact that he found out about the pills, she had no idea what scared her the most, but as realization set in, she realized this was it, this is the time to leave, if she survives this ordeal, that is. No one in the club moves in defense of Sabine. She is completely and utterly on her own. "You disgust me" he spits at Sabine as spittle goes flying in her direction, before he sends a large punishing backhand through her face once more, rendering her completely speechless as the blood trickles down her face.
The bar is in utter silence, all you can hear is the heavy panting from Victor, as he tries to reign himself in, and the sniveling tears from Sabine, that are running endlessly down her face. Sabine is still lying cradled in on herself as Victor moves to stand over her once more. Pure hatred and disgust etched on his features. He looks around at every single brother and ol' lady and skank before spouting more venom from his mouth. "This is what happens to everybody who disrespects me, in any way" his eyes landing on Hound now. "I don't care who you are, disrespect and betrayal will not be tolerated. Loyalty at all cost" he booms out in anger. Everyone that is standing around, takes a step back in fear of their President and brother. No one is prepared to take on the infamous and dangerous Victor DeAngelo. With Victor's boot print clearly visible on the skin around Sabine's ribcage, from where Victor kicked her again, just minutes ago. Her waist-length blonde hair tinted red, and matted in blood. Her eyes swollen shut, two large engorged lips, swollen and split. Blood and bruising already visible on all the surfaces of her skin. Sabine lay there motionless, knocked out cold, all that is visible is her slow shallow breaths. "Get this bitch out of my sight" Victor yelled out, and when Hound made to move, Victor glared then jumped all over Hound beating him up as well.
When Sabine finally started regaining consciousness she was being moved by her friend Skylar, who had tears streaming down her face and non-other than the backstabbing skank Josie. Sabine has been carried to Skylar's room, where Sky proceeds to try and clean her up as best as she can with the amount of pain she knew her best friend is in. It is not an easy task at all. Skylar reaches her hand out to pat her shoulder, stroking it gently before removing it again. "I am just going to get the shower ready okay babe. We need to get you clean" she says looking at Sabine as pity clouds her eyes. Sabine always prided herself on being a strong individual. Yea she gets beaten to a pulp at times but that is because she refuses to break, so to see that look of pity cloud her friends' eyes, was disconcerting, to say the least. Sabine didn't want Sky to pity her. It has thus become abundantly clear that now was the time to make her move.
Sky clears her throat and looks over at Josie who is still standing over at the door with her arms crossed over her chest. "Josie, can you please tell Pres that I will be down soon, just need to clean up his wife" she looks over at Josie as she rolls her eyes at the wife's statement but that smirk on her face says it all. Josie has turned herself towards the door but as her hand hangs in the air just above the door handle she looks over her shoulder and says "Not for much longer, you know how impatient Vic gets," Josie says in that high pitched nasally voice of hers, that double meaning doesn't get unnoticed by Sky or by Sabine. "God, I would like to rip her throat out, did you hear what she just said?" Sky asks because now that Josie was out of earshot, she could speak openly and finally get her friend to agree that the time was near for her to leave.