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or I would have blown every last one of them bastards apart,” he says angrily. “Do something about that fuckin’ club, or I will!” he shouts.
    Pops steps forward. “What happened?”
    “What happened?” he shouts even louder. “I’ll tell you what happened.  Nearly every damn member was strung out on coke.  There’s no leadership, nothing getting done. It was a complete cluster fuck.”
    “What about the girl?  Who is she?” I ask, not giving Pop a chance to respond. 
    Chipper jerks his head towards me.  “She’s a sixteen year old kid that was being raped by members of the fucking club. Renegade Sons raping a kid…” He shakes his head. “It’s a fucking disgrace.”
    Anger boils up inside me.  We may be bikers, often crossing the line between right and wrong, but we don’t rape women.  We sure as hell don’t rape little girls.  “Who?”
    “All I know is that her name is Jenna, and she doesn’t have anywhere to go.”
    I shake my head in frustration.  “No, I meant who the fuck was raping her?”
    Chipper’s body grows rigid as he looks towards Pop.  He stares at him for a moment before looking back to me.  “Rig was, but he won’t be raping anyone else.  I planted a bullet in his brain.”
    I can tell he’s not telling me everything, but I don’t get the chance to ask anything else before Pop motions for Chipper to follow him into his office. 
     
    Jenna
     
    The woman, I’m assuming, is Chipper’s old lady, leads me into a room at the back of the club house.  It’s a lot bigger than the rooms at the Mateland MC, and it’s sure as hell a lot cleaner.  There’s a bed in one corner and a small table with chairs in the other.  It looks a lot like the rooms at the women’s shelter that me and mom would stay in when she didn’t have money for rent. 
    To say I’m scared is an understatement.  In fact, I’m terrified.  I can’t stop myself from worrying that at any moment, someone is going to say that I have to go back to Timmons.  I’m his now, right?  He said I was his and that no one would ever be able to help me.  They can’t just take me away from him, can they?
    “Here’re some clothes.  They may be a little big on you, but they’ll do until we can get you something else,” the woman says, handing me a pair of dark blue sweats, a black Harley T-shirt, and thick white socks. “Sorry, but I don’t have any panties or a bra for you.  We don’t really keep women’s clothing here, so you’re going to have to go commando for a while.”
    “They’re fine. Thank you,” I whisper, taking the bundle from her. 
    She gives me a sad smile and motions towards a door near the back of the room. “The bathroom’s over there.  While you take a shower, I’ll grab you something to eat.”
    I nod and walk to the bathroom.  As soon as I step into the room, I lock the door.  I know that if someone really wants in, there’s nothing I can do to keep them out, but the lock makes me feel a little safer.  I can’t forget that these are bikers, just like my dad and his brothers.  There’s no way they’re going to help me for nothing. Everything always comes at a price with them.
    I get out of my clothes as quickly as I can, throwing the purple nighty in the trash, and glad to be rid of the nasty thing.  I fold Chipper’s shirt, setting it beside the sink before stepping into the cool shower.  I turn the stainless steel handle all the way over and put the hot water on blast, doing my best to let it scald the filth of Timmons and Rig off of me, the filth I couldn’t fully get off at the rest stop.  Grabbing the soap, I spend the next ten minutes scrubbing every inch of myself.  By the time I’m done, my skin is red and burning, but I do feel somewhat better. I rush to dry off and get dressed, then run a brush through my tangled hair. 
    I’m just stepping out of the bathroom when Chipper’s woman walks back in. She’s carrying a plate piled high with