Sharing Freedom

Chapter Nineteen

Just want to f^cking die, Freedom thought. She was close, the pain wasn’t even there anymore because her brain refused even to register anything she was feeling, there was too much of it.

“Come on, c^nt, tell me what I need to know,” the man said now. He was getting desperate. He was finally realizing that she really didn’t have the information he needed, and he was going to be in deep sh^t with the big man. She heard them whispering about it when they took their last break.

She was ready to stop the pain, her heart was broken, her body was broken. There was nothing left for her.

“She is useless,” someone said.

“f^ck,” another said. “Dose her, and maybe tomorrow she will be drugged up enough to f^cking tell us what we want to know.”

“Can I f^ck her then?” one of them laughed.

“Yeah, just make sure that she’s ready by morning, don’t care what you do,” the man snapped, and she heard shuffling.

“What’s that?” one of them asked.

“Guys out doing target practice probably,” another said.

"Go out and tell them to stop, we need no attention drawn to us here," she heard the man in the corner order.

Then thankfully, the blanket of darkness claimed her again. She was dying, and she hoped it was before they had the opportunity to r**e her.

Covered in the blood of several Diablos, Easy and Poke kicked in the door of the warehouse just as a gangbanger was stepping out. Before the man could move Easy reached for him, wrapping his arm around his neck, immobilizing him, then with his other hand, he grabbed under his chin and in one swift move snapped his neck, bringing instant death. He threw the body out of the way and he and his other Warriors MC brothers poured into the room.

"What the f^ck? Easy said, looking around seeing cages that held women, and by the looks of them they were drugged.

"Where is she, Easy? Poke asked, turning his head trying to find Freedom.

After fighting their way inside the warehouse, the Diablos were running out of, the Warriors MC would have thought the hardest part was over. They couldn’t have been more wrong, because what they were seeing, made them sick. The few men that were unlucky enough not to have gotten out were easily taken care of by the Warriors and just as the fights were ending, heard "Freedom" as it echoed off the walls. Easy and Poke had found her lying on the table, barely alive, her clothes shredded opened and she was covered in blood from the wounds she had. The sight before them, broke their hearts.

Easy and Poke completely lost it, taking eight men, four each to hold them back.

"No one touch her, I am calling an ambulance," Creed said, cell phone already in hand making the call. Freedom looked so broken, he didn’t want anyone moving her and making it worse.

Creed hung up the phone and looked around, his crew was good, they were already taking care of business. He could hear the sirens in the distance, wouldn't be long now.

The MC had been fast moving. They found the trucks that were already loaded with guns they had stolen and moved them quickly. They left the drugs, not wanting anything to do with meth. The women who were in the cages were in a bad way. All of them had been there for more than a few days, and the effects of the drug they were instantly addicted to had varied.

The local police had never seen anything like it. Authorities were called in to help the police cope with the devastation surrounding them. It was not going to be an easy case for them to wrap up.

The ambulance pulled up and the EMTs went into action, closely watched by the Warriors as they worked on Freedom. In less than twenty minutes she was being loaded on the stretcher and placed in the ambulance for transport to the hospital.

The ambulance lights and siren blared as it pulled back onto the road and the men from the Warriors MC watched it until its tail lights were specks in the distance.

Shady followed by the other Bitches entered the emergency room just as the doctor stepped out to inform the group that was gathered on Freedom's condition. They were told the trauma to her body had been extensive, she had gone into shock from the blood loss and would be watched closely for the next forty-eight hours, those would be the critical time on whether she was strong enough to pull through or not. They had performed surgery on her and removed her spleen, then repaired the damage done to her hand. The other wounds had been brutal as well but on the outside. She didn't have an inch of skin that was not bruised, cut, or burned by the sadistic bastards. The doctors had been shocked she survived,

Twice in the first twenty-four hours the group watched as the medical team rushed into Freedom's room as she flatlined. Each time it happened the eight men jumped up to hold on to Easy and Poke as they became enraged, trying to get to Freedom. Their Freedom.

Pill had received a broken leg, and his bike had been trashed, but he was alive and pissed off he had let Freedom be taken from him. His old lady and the older members of the club were taking care of him and letting him know what was going on. All the Warriors had been up to see him except for Poke and Easy who refused to move from outside the room in ICU where Freedom had been taken to when she was finished in the ER.

The two days passed and Easy and Poke were still waiting on Freedom to wake up. They had a lot of explaining to do and no idea how to go about it. Each still trying to wrap their head around the fact that three days ago they had gone to their friends, ready to claim Freedom as their own. Both men knew the guys weren’t sure if she was strong enough for their life, and neither were they, which is why they came to the decision they had, she needed more time. Yes, she was a b***h, but she was going to be their old lady too. Shady had planned to take her to get the tat for the Bitches for weeks, but they had put her off. They wanted her to have the club tat as well as their mark like the other old ladies had. They wanted her to get them at the same time. However, until she proved to them she understood exactly what this life entailed, they waited. They were going to explain all of this to her, Easy and Poke talked late into the night about how they would explain.

Then sh^t had fallen apart. Fork had discovered the Devils were pissed, Freedom had been promised to their VP as payment, and they wanted to collect. They also found out that Trick was involved with a lot more sh^t than they had originally thought, but it wasn’t until the morning they traced Trick’s call they discovered just how deep she was.

Trick had opened the gates for the Diablos to put the head of Freedom’s father on display, she even had told them about the mining business and the best time they could hit the shipments of gold coming out.

They were planning to blow up the Warrior’s clubhouse the following day when Trick had called them, in one of the trucks had been enough C-4 to blow the town up and leave a crater. However, Trick had called so they postponed their attack until they had Freedom in their grasp, the f^cking greedy asshole wasn’t going to tell his boss about the mine.

The other people Freedom’s father owed money to had been paid off and silently faded back into the woodwork, so the only thing they had to deal with was the Diablos and the Devils.

The Devils’ problem sorted itself out since one of the women they had discovered in the cages had belonged to them. They had taken her back and agreed to allow Easy and Poke to pay the money they were owed. They were having problems with the Diablos as well, and in the next few weeks they were talking about having a meeting and hashing out the bad blood between the clubs. They were going to have to work together, because the word on the street was the Diablos were preparing to come after them full force, they were pissed about losing the men and product in the raid. They blamed the Warriors for their loss.

The Devils were still losing shipments, which is what led to the tentative peace between the clubs. They lived too close together not to help each other because one way or another, the Diablos were coming into the area, and both of them stood to lose if that happened.

Shady and the other Bitches had locked up Trick in the shed on the property and were planning to deal with her later. Shady wanted to keep her alive and let her sit around to wonder what they were going to do to her and when. Mental torture before the good stuff started is what Shady told them. As soon as the women heard about Freedom they had rushed to the hospital to be there for her. None of the Warriors had left the waiting room, other than to get food, or visit Pill since they had arrived. The Prospects had been in charge of making sure Trick was fed and hosed down three times a day.

So here the men sat on the ending to the forty-eight hours critical period and still Freedom had not woken.

Finally, on the third day she woke up, the only reason the club knew was when suddenly the hallway was filled with doctors and nurses rushing around. Easy and Poke stood and ran into the room, only to be pushed back out when Freedom caught sight of them and became hysterical.

Once again, security was called when it took eight men to hold the two men back from getting in the room. After an hour, one of the doctors came out of the room and addressed the group who was all pacing.

He walked out and held up his hand when Shady almost jumped at him. “I am assuming you are all here for Freedom Stands? Wait, that must be a typo.”

Shady rolled her eyes and said, “Nope not a typo that’s her name, its old news move on.”

“Oh well,” the doctor said a little flustered.

“Yeah, about Freedom—your patient,” Shady said slowly.

“Yes, Freedom. She is awake, and in a lot of pain right now. She is also suffering from extreme PTSD, she had to be sedated after seeing these men,” the doctor announced.

“She needs to know we are here, she needs to know we came for her,” Poke yelled.

“Uh,” the doctor said and then backed up a step when he saw the intense look on Easy’s face.

“Doc,” Creed stepped up calmly, and glared at Easy and Poke until they got it under control. “We understand PTSD. We know what she is going through. But the situation is a bit difficult to explain. Freedom is alone in this world and we are her only family. She is going to push us away; we know that, because we all did the same thing when we got out of the military. We had the same issues. But none of us are going to give up on her, and she needs to hear that.”

“While I appreciate what you are saying, none of you are legal family members of Freedom, and she is an adult. She has expressed to the staff that no visitors be allowed unless it is the police and they have questions. Anyone else, she had declined to put on the list. This is the ICU and a locked ward, and so unless you have permission to be in a patient’s room or on this floor, I am going to have to ask you to leave and let her heal. We have a therapist who will be seeing her when she is well enough, but considering her wounds, it will be at least a week before she is removed from the floor. Then we will have to see what the plan will be, she woke up frightened and scared. Freedom is my priority,” he said firmly.

“That is where you are wrong,” Shady said calmly, obviously trying to bluff the doctor. “She is my sister.”

“What?” the doctor said. “According to the records she doesn’t have a sister. Unless I have proof, you can’t go in. Now, please go quietly.”

“I am not leaving,” Easy roared.

Freedom heard Easy’s roar and she flinched and cried. They sent her away, took everything away from her that she fought and cared for. Now, even though she was alive—she didn’t want to be. Her heart hurt too bad to think.