Hell's Riders MC

Book 1: Mayhem's Princess

MIA

“You fucking whore!” he yelled as he swung at me.

I tried to block the punches. But he was ten times stronger than me. “Please, Caleb,” I cried as he continued to beat me.

“You want to flirt with other men? Nobody will ever want trash like you. I’m going to show you what happens to trash,” he said, towering above me.

I kept slipping in and out of consciousness; the urge to let go and be with my mom was coming so easily to me. I felt his hands on me as he ripped my dress open.

“No, Caleb. Stop please, I love you.” I tried to fight, to stay awake, to fight him.

After he finished, it felt like a knife had cut into me.

As I slowly slipped away into unconsciousness, I felt someone pick me up and put me down on a bed.

I saw this light every now and again. I was not entirely sure whether to go toward it or not. But it felt so warm.

“Ma’am, can you hear me? Ma’am, can you tell me your name?” a voice called from far away.

“Mia…Mia Rodgers,” I whispered faintly.

BOBBY

“When the fuck is someone gonna tell me where the fuck my daughter is?” I hollered at the nurse.

“Sir, please calm down and have a seat, or I’ll have you escorted out of here.”

This nurse was upsetting me.

“I’m not going to calm down, or take a damn seat. I get a phone call at two in the morning, saying my Mia is here. Now, will you kindly point me in the direction of her room,” I said.

“We called you almost two nights ago, sir.” She put her glasses on, looking at some paper and then back at me.

“Lady, listen to me. I just rode in from Southern California. It was a long drive up here. Now please tell me where’s my daughter.” I was losing my patience.

“Fine. Take the elevator to the fifth floor; you will reach the ICU. Once you get there, take a left, then a right. Her room number is 217A.” She finally gave me the directions.

“Thank you,” I said, running off in the direction the nurse had told me.

I finally got out of the elevator; now, I was up in the ICU. I took the left and then right as the nurse had told me. Room 217A appeared before me.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, to see my princess lying in a hospital bed with an oxygen tube in her nose, a cast on her, and her face bruised up.

I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine, and for the first time in ten years, I cried.

“Sir, hello, I’m Dr. Taylor. I’ve been taking care of your daughter while she has been here.” A young skinny man who looked like he belonged in a science lab came into the room.

“Name’s Bobby. Please, what happened to my daughter?” I asked, trying not to break down.

“Nice to meet you, sir. Well, she was brought in here two nights ago. She was beaten almost to death. Damaged four of her ribs; she lost quite a bit of blood from the beating and had a large cut on her chest.

“Her right hand is broken into two places; she might need surgery later on. But it will depend on her taking care of it. Also, sir, I am sorry to inform you of this; we found some tearing. We believe she was raped as well. I am sorry.”

Dr. Taylor read her chart to me, explaining what had happened to my daughter.

I couldn’t believe that someone had touched my princess; I tried to control my anger so that I could be here for her.

“Thank you, Doc, for taking care of my princess.” I stood up and held my hand out.

“It’s no problem, sir. It’s my job. I will be back later to check on her; she should wake up soon.” He shook my hand, then left the room.

“Princess, I’m so sorry this happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m here now, princess. Your old man is here.”

I sat back down, taking her hand in mine again. I brought her hand up to my lips as a lone tear fell.

I talked about the club and some of the guys, such as Mason; he was my right-hand man, my VP, and Mia’s uncle. Mia had not only me but also Mason wrapped around her little finger from the day she was born.

I had called Mason over an hour ago to inform him about Mia; he said he was on his way.

“I love you so much, princess. I’m sorry I haven’t been there as much as I used to. You know I never said this much when you were growing up, after your mom died. You look so much like her. Mia, your mom would be so proud of you. I am proud of you as well, princess.” I brushed her hair out of her face.

A few hours later, Mason came storming into the room, panting, only to freeze once he saw our princess asleep with a cast on her arm, the oxygen tube in her nose, and her face bruised up. He slowly walked toward me, not taking his eyes off her.

I couldn’t blame him. I’d been like that since I had got here.

“Bobby, what happened?” Mason sat down next to me.

“I have no idea. She hasn’t woken up yet.

“The doctor did say that she was beaten almost to death, lost quite a bit of blood from the bleeding, and has some cut on her chest. She might need surgery on her hand; she broke it in two places. Damaged four of her ribs. Also, he said…,” I told Mason what the doctor had told me earlier.

“He said what? What did he say, Bobby?” Mason asked.

I took a deep breath and looked at my princess and then back at Mason.

“This sick fuck raped her.” I couldn’t believe I had even uttered that sentence. After what had happened to Angel, I swore this wouldn’t happen to my princess.

“Who the fuck did this?” Mason’s rage was starting to come out.

“I’m not sure. You can bet, Mason, we are going to find out,” I told him, looking at my daughter.