Wild Child (38 page)

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Jersey grabbed my arm and led me to a quiet corner away from Rabid "Kima, what the fuck is wrong with you? V’s really sick. If one of Rabid's boys pays him a visit, he won't be able to fight. He has a long road ahead of him to fully recover. I know we've all tried to give you your space but Kima, hitting the National President?”

I looked at Jersey. "You all
forgot
about me! Who are you kidding? I was left on my own. Did you come to see me?
No!
Nailz?
No.
Jo called me a few times and not once was Veiko's name brought up. Anyway, he has a fiancee - I saw her in bed with him. I bet his mama probably sent to the old country to get her for him. Look how she treated China! You tell V the next time you see him that I said fuck off and die! And I don't really give a flying fuck who this Rabies is. I swear to God I will call my father and my uncles. Let’s see how the club likes that!”

  Jersey shook me. "Kima, you don't get it! Rabid’s claiming you as his old lady. V still loves you. When I've been able to talk to him, all he does is ask about you. We thought leaving you alone was better than telling you how sick he really is. Now we're fucked until I can get to Nailz and V. Do you want the man who loves you beaten up in a hospital bed or will you just go with Rabid until we can figure this out? This is going to crush V! Stop thinking of yourself all the time. You made this mess, now you'll have to fucking fix it. You have to hold tight until we can get you out of this!”

Where had I heard that before?
I realized it was when Elena yelled at Jo.
Oh my God! What the hell had I done?
It dawned on me that this was the only way to appease Rabid. Both our lives were at stake and I knew I’d have to put on the biggest act of my life.

I was resigned as I said, "Yeah, I'll go, but I'm not staying with that guy. No fucking way. He creeps me the fuck out.”

"Kima, understand me... be
very nice
to Rabid. He's crazy. Say as little as you can and, for God's sake, don't fight or piss him off. He will hurt you-badly. I swear we'll get you out somehow. It may take time but we will. Rabid is crazy and telling you even this much is dangerous for me. Don't threaten the man, Kima. Just go along with him.”

"Yeah sure, whatever, Jersey. Like you give a shit about me,” I hissed angrily.

"Kima, we all care - more than you know. Now pretend everything's fine and go over to Rabid. I see him planning to send somebody over to the hospital.”

"How the hell can he send anyone to a hospital where there are guards?” I asked, whispering.

"Rabid does whatever the hell he pleases. You'll learn that. I guess leaving you alone wasn't the best idea. With Thrash gone and all the shit I'm handling right now, we didn't know what to tell you.”

  Jersey looked upset. Rabid was walking our way and stopped in front of me. He smiled slyly, "Made a decision yet, Kima? Is my boy going to have to fight V?”

I was defeated. "No. I'll go with you, Rabid.”

He rubbed his hands together and said approvingly, "My mother is going to love you.”

What the fuck? His mother? Jersey was right - I had a lunatic to deal with.

 He pulled me toward him and looked me over like I was a horse at an auction. "You and V lost a baby? That's very sad but I'll make sure you'll have more, Kima.”

Over my dead body!

He smiled, obviously quite satisfied with himself. “You're perfect! I've been searching a long time for someone like you. Kima Regan, you'll do quite well. I'm full Irish and I'm sure my mother will overlook the Russian in you. By the way, those high cheek bones are beautiful.”

He pulled me closer to him and guided me to a table. I saw Jersey grab my friend Joy. I nodded to her and Jersey pulled her away.

"So Kima, do you do drugs?”

I was wary. "Not much anymore. Once in awhile some speed. After the accident, I rarely even drink. Tonight's an exception. I sleep most of the time because my body hasn't quite healed. I'm a dancer and need to get back to work. So I can't stay with you long.”

Rabid smiled but he asserted, "Oh, there will be no need to dance, Kima. You'll be with me most of the time. Glad to hear you don't do drugs normally. Do you know how many girls I've met that do? The numbers are amazing. I’m a bit of a clean freak so I hope you are too.”


 
What the hell? Who was this nut and how was he the National President of the club?
I nodded quickly. "I'm very clean. The nuns taught us cleanliness is next to godliness in Sunday school.”

Rabid was smiling even more.

Freak!

"So you’re Catholic, too? That's perfect. My mother attends mass each morning."

Oh hell no! I wasn't signing up for mass too.

"Well I am and I'm not. I don't bother with church too much. Holidays mainly.”

  Rabid ordered me a drink. I asked for soda. We just sat there looking at each other - me very cautiously and him with extreme interest. He looked like he just won a prize at the damn fair! Rabid was a handsome man, no doubt about it.  He was cleaner than most bikers, for sure, but he wasn't Veiko.

 I could feel the love I'd hidden for V come flooding back. Shit, I had to protect V from this madman or I'd die trying. So I sat and smiled at Rabid. I nodded to the bikers around him and said as little as I could. What the hell had I just stepped into?

The night was a blur. I didn't even bother remembering their names except for one of Rabid
'boys'
named Bullet. He sat next to me and I felt safer with him than with anyone else in Rabid's circle.

 Bullet had a slow, lazy southern drawl when he spoke. When Rapid would leave for a few minutes, he'd talk to me. "Kima, don't piss Rabid off. Just act like you don't know anything. Be sweet. Agree with him. You don't want him pissed off – or he’ll hit you. And do not ever call him Rabies! I heard that… be happy he didn't," Frowning, Bullet continued, “We have a few motel rooms here and I guess that's where he's taking you. Do you need to call anyone?”

I sighed worriedly. “No, I guess not, but I don't think Rabid will like me in the morning. Maybe he’ll change his mind? I don't just fuck men, Bullet. So he better not touch me.”

Bullet patted my hand, “Girl, I doubt he'll fuck you tonight. But don't think for a moment he'll let you go. Just try and get along with him, for all of our sakes. He'll want to stay until the bar closes and maybe go back to the clubhouse. Tell him you don't feel well, that your head hurts.”

   Well, I could do that easily, and it wouldn’t be a lie... my head was exploding. I would have to think of something to get away from this nut job. I'd make a plan to escape and get the hell out of here. I'd go to Boston; My sister's life was looking better and better to me.

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CHAPTER 31
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Veiko had finally gotten his mother and sister to go home for the night. Mama was there constantly and waited outside his door like a vulture. She was controlling who got to see him and who she didn't want him to talk to. She had even asked his phone be removed from the room. His mother was driving him nuts with her drama over Thrash marrying China. She had been half crazy when told about the accident. When she had left, he told a nurse in a demanding voice to get him a phone.

The first person he called was Kima. Fuck, the number had been changed. He tried calling Hunter. No answer there, either.

Enough of this shit!

V laid there in bed and thought about Kima. His mother had pushed Thrash away and she was now pushing him to the limit, calling the woman he loved a whore. What the hell was wrong with her? Thrash had been wise to take China away. As long as he had a phone, he decided to call the clubhouse.

Pops picked up when V called. "V, how are you bro? I'm just minding the place while everyone is partying at the Loft. Rabid's in town. He's been driving Jersey nuts. Nailz ain't here either. Off doing some shit for that bastard.”

V sighed, "I'm feeling better, Pops. My mother is driving me crazy though. If you can get a hold of Jersey, tell him to sneak up and visit me".

Veiko smashed the phone down.
Great!
he thought ironically. While he was stuck here recuperating, Rabid was running around Ocean Cove and the club! Frustrated, he laid there thinking about the mess he was in. When he found out who had hit them and caused the accident, there would be hell to pay. If his brother's hadn't killed them yet, V was planning to.

He slept fitfully during the night. Napping on and off, his restless dreams were of Kima. Many times he woke up in a cold sweat. He wanted to see her so badly but needed to get out of this hospital bed. He wasn't sure what was going on in her head. Kima had stayed far away from Ocean Cove and both Hunter and Thorn weren't telling him anything about her. Motherfucker! What the hell was she thinking changing her

phone number?

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Bullet was correct. After we left the bar, Rabid wanted to go and party at the clubhouse. I told him I felt ill. He was very kind and took me to the motel that Bound for Hell had taken over. Since it wasn’t tourist season, the owner was only too happy to rent

most of the rooms to the club members.

I wasn't sure what Rabid would expect from me either. If it was sex, he could forget it.


I felt feverish and my head was pounding. I had pain pills in my purse and when I went and pulled out the bottle, he grabbed my hand. "Empty your purse on that table, Kima"

Rabid had a smooth voice but I was on to the sneaky bastard. "No problem, Rabid. I don't carry weapons, yet." I was a bit bitchy sounding but I meant it. I did have a gun that Thorn had given me and I wished like hell I had it right now.

Rabid poked through my things and looked at my prescription and the date.

He even was counting pills! "You don't use these often? That must mean you're head injury is healing?”

"I try not to take pills. I told you, drugs aren't for me, but when the pain comes it can be unbearable. I've passed out from it. I went flying off the bike and I really hate talking about it,” I replied. I was looking for something to take the pill with and he got me some water. I decided to double up on them so I didn't have to talk to him.

But Rabid had other plans. As I was mentally wandering off, he pulled my boots off. Next came my jeans, socks, shirt, bra, and panties. I was naked. I was laying on the bed wondering what the hell was coming next. I heard the water in the bathroom running.


Rabid was smiling as he came for me. "I've filled the tub for you, Kima. I put a few drops of shampoo in it so you have bubbles. You need to get that dirty bar stench off of you.”

Dear Lord!
I was high as kite and the man wanted to drown me. "I'll drown,” I muttered.

He grinned, "No, I'll be bathing you."

Rabid easily carried me to the tub and put me into the water gently. He bathed every bit of me, using the ice bucket to wash my hair.

"Without all that make up you look so young. I like it better, so no more make up. Only when I want you to wear it, eh? And your hair, it’s so long and beautiful. We'll never cut that,” he stated.

I was happy to be bundled in a towel and sat on the bed as he combed my hair very gently. the pills were finally kicking in. He went to a drawer and found a ‘support your local Bound for Hell MC’ shirt for me. He slipped it over my head and I got my arms through the sleeves. I just wanted to sleep and he put me to bed as if I was a child. I even got a kiss on my forehead. Rabid watched me with a satisfied smile on his face until I finally closed my eyes.



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Rabid checked on Kima and she was fast asleep. He opened the door and let his trusted men inside. "Don't wake her. Tomorrow I plan to take her shopping and then I think a visit to the hospital is in order. Does V know about tonight? I hope he won't be a problem. It's clear Kima is done with him.”

Bullet looked straight into Rabid's face. "Taking a man's old lady isn't right, Prez, and you know it. But taking Veiko's woman? That's just plain crazy. At some point he'll come for her. She's too young for you and she's not twisted - she's trouble. I don't care what you think or if this is the woman of your mother's dreams. Mark my words: Kima is trouble.”