Page 81 of MC Princess
By the time that Zoe is done describing the parts that she remembers I have torn up the ones that are done and put them in piles based on the part of the face they are. The guys sit on the end of the bed while Zoe and I move parts around and fidget until we have one face that Zoe is pretty sure all goes together.
“Here, make these into one picture,” I hand them all the Bell and he gets to work.
“Give him dark curly hair.”
We continue to mess with the other pieces while he does that. After about an hour we have four faces, one of them obviously being Noah. Of the other three I only know one of them.
“This one is Travis.” Bell throws the drawing down on the bed, after slamming his pencil on the notepad he runs both of his hands across the back of his neck. I know that all of the guys are struggling with what happened to Zoe, maybe asking him to do these drawings wasn’t the best option.
“And I recognize this one, but he isn’t from DIK,” Zoe is holding the first one, the guy with curly hair, don’t know who he is but he seems to look familiar.
The last one isn’t a full face, but we add it to the pile anyways, “I never realize how much a nose makes a person until I am looking at a face without one. I wouldn’t know this one if he was standing in the room.”
Zoe is pissed, but she stacks the four pictures together. When she gets up from the bed Tough puts a hand out to help her up, she doesn’t even hesitate to take it. She sets the pictures on the desk, and then gets a change of clothes out of her closet, taking them to the bathroom to change.
“I want to take these to the police, I know that y’all want to do it your way, but I want to give the cops the chance to do it the right way. If that fails, we can talk about other options.”
She is talking about moving to the clubhouse and she can’t stomach the idea of the club taking care of a group of rapists, she is going to be in for a rude awakening. The police are the last ones that know about anything the club does and we like it that way, I know that she wants these guys pulled through the mud, publicly, and I am willing to give her that.
“I’ll take you; we brought the car here.” Tough leads her out the door and Bell and I are left alone in her room.
I crawl over the bed to sit in his lap, content when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight against his chest. I am so ready to be able to spend every day with them. I know Zoe is planning on leaving but I can’t walk away from this until I know all of these guys are taken care of.
I groan when my phone starts to ring, ruining the perfect silence of this moment, “Hello?”
“Turn on the news.” I can hear a woman talking behind my dad’s voice, he must be watching it too. I pull Bell off the bed and we go downstairs, it’s still early so most of the sisters are asleep but a few give us a wide berth. I haven’t spent much time down here since that night, I know most of the sisters would be happy if I left but I can’t, not yet.
“The warehouse went up in flames around 2 am, the fire department did what they could but something inside exploded.” The news lady looks perfect in her blue pantsuit, how someone is that put together this early in the morning is a secret to me.
“As of right now the officials don’t know if there was anyone inside the building when the fire started, but if there was there is no way they survived the blast.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah. We used the address that you and Bell got us. Last night we raided the place. They had security but not enough, there was enough product in there to kill the city, so we destroyed it all and then torched the place. I don’t know what went boom but I’m not mad about it.”
The news anchor kept talking, supposedly it was used as storage for some clothing company, they are speculating that there was a faulty wire in the old building and the clothes went up like kindling. I wonder if that is what the city records are showing or if someone paid her to say that—and if someone did pay her—was it us or them?
“Tough and Zoe just left for the police station, she had a dream of the men that attacked her, and Bell was able to jot down some sketches.”
“Why are they going out to the police and not out to our men?”
“Zoe really wants to give the police the option to handle this, she isn't used to our way of life. When the police fail, we'll take care of it.”
“She better get used to our life, Top and Hollow maybe even Tough; they're not going to let her go.”
“No, they aren't.”
“Come on big guy I could use some more sleep.” Raven is asleep in our room but because I don't plan on any funny business, I pulled Bell in there and together we crawl into my tiny bed. My body has to be pushed all the way up against his for the two of us to fit, and I'm not mad about it. With my head on his chest, and my hand tracing a pattern up and down his arm we fall asleep.
“The two of you better not have been fucking while I was sleeping!” I can tell by the tone of her voice that Ravens joking but she says it loud enough to wake both of us.
“Trust me you would have known if we were fucking, Finley here can't keep quiet when my dick is inside her.”
“Ooh, gross! I did not need that.”
“You shouldn't have brought it up then!” I love that Raven is able to joke with the guys, she might not ever be comfortable with the club but as long as she's comfortable enough with my men then I'm OK with it.
She might not ever come spend a weekend with us, or attend a party that the club throws, but at least I know that I don't have to leave my men at home if I want to visit her.
