Treats Aren't Always Sweet (2 page)

When she was done with her set, she grinned
and waved. She saw War look over his shoulder at her right when he
walked into the backroom. Yay, they did want to see her. She needed
to clean up quick. She went to the changing room feeling happy and
ready for her men. But when she opened the door to the backroom,
she had been shocked.

Yes, War and Stone were in there, but they
weren’t waiting on her, they were already occupied with someone.
Her eyes grew wet but she wasn’t going to let them see her upset,
so she quickly masked her face so it was blank. Her so called best
friend looked over her shoulder and winked at her while she was on
her hands and knees between the two men. War was at her ass, and
Stone at her mouth, both men’s pants were down around their feet
and they had obviously been just getting started.

Without a word she turned and left, feeling
her heart break in two. Unfortunately, she didn’t see both men pull
up their pants and push the woman they had been using away. The men
knew they were assholes, but they had to do something, Treat was
becoming too attached.

“What the hell?” Trick said and looked at the
two men.

“Bitch, leave,” War snapped.

Stone looked at the door where Treat had been
standing, then looked back at his best friend. “We are gonna regret
that.”

“Already do, brother, already do.” War
sighed. “It’s for the best.”

“Yeah,” Stone muttered and then said, “I need
a drink.”

“I need about ten,” War said and then both
men left the room.

Trick was still sitting their seething,
because
no one did that to her
. When the two men had brought
her in here in the first place, she had been laughing to herself.
Treat thought she was all that, always had, and she was going to
take her down a peg or two. Well, fuck that, she was going to make
sure those assholes got what they deserved.

Stone and War threw the legs over their bikes
and quickly started them. They didn’t have a lot of time, Treat’s
sister was in trouble and they were going to help, even if she
didn’t want their help, which was evident a few moments ago when
she grabbed the phone back out of War’s hand and snapped, “Fuck
off, this
is not
your concern.”

Yeah they fucked up. Two years ago, they had
what they thought was a fairly good relationship with Treat. They
were part of the Warriors Chapter in Nevada, so they partied
together and always ended up in bed together. It was comfortable,
and safe—no commitments, no hassle. At least that is what they
convinced themselves of, neither wanted to admit they fucked up so
much there was no hope, that was unacceptable.

War and Stone hadn’t wanted anything steady;
they had been more interested in establishing their lives. For a
year it had been great, no commitment, no hassles, just the way
they liked it. But one night Treat had been really drunk, both of
them were sure she didn’t remember telling them that she was
‘falling in love’ with both of them and it freaked them out.

They talked about it and figured they would
have to cut it off. They went and talked to Creed who told them
about the opportunity in Oceanside to open a shop and they jumped
at it. But then Treat would come to Cali on road trips, or they
would go back and every time she’d assumed they were going to be
together, and they had been stupid not to realize what they were
feeling and allowed it to happen.

Then they totally fucked up. One weekend they
went to Nevada on a road trip. Before they went, they talked about
sitting Treat down and telling her they didn’t want what she did.
But when they arrived that went out the window when they saw her.
Yeah, assholes they were, grabbed her up and went straight to her
room. When they sunk into her, they both felt as if they were home.
Now that scared the ever-loving shit out of them, causing them to
act like they didn’t give a shit she was dancing and they got up
out of bed. But they had gone to the bar with some stupid reasoning
that what they had felt was nothing. They never went to the bar, it
was something they had always avoided until now. Ummm…and it worked
out for them so well. Seeing the men watching Treat and holding out
cash had pissed them off. Especially when she seemed to love the
attention.

Jealousy drove them to grab the first woman
who came onto them, which was Trick, her best friend. They had
already had a lot to drink, but it was no excuse. They had to show
Treat it wasn’t going to be the three of them. So into the backroom
with Trick they went. It wasn’t long before the door opened and
Treat stilled her facial expression, they’d both caught the pain
cross her face. There they were, pants down getting ready to stick
it to Trick, yeah big time assholes. What they hadn’t known, was
that Trick was a devious evil bitch who wanted to hurt Treat
because she was jealous. However, that was exactly what
happened.

That was then, this was now, and she was
finally going to let them try to make up for their complete fuck
up. Even if she didn’t want to.

As if life couldn’t get crappier. Treat had
decided to stay in Cali to help Bic and the other girls with the
Lady Riders and getting Shady and the other’s dream of helping
abused women up and running. Of course, like everything else in
Treat’s life, this couldn’t go smoothly. Something had to throw a
kink in the plan, and it was her past.

She got the call from her sister when she
wasn’t prepared to deal with it, not that it fucking mattered, but
at least she had been with the other Lady Riders. They had kept her
calm.

“
Brooke?” a weak woman’s voice said to her
and Treat froze as her eyes went right to her friends.

“
Who is this?” Treat said because no one
called her Brooke anymore. And the only ones who would call her by
her given name haven’t spoken to her in years.

“
Brooke? It’s Jilly, I need help.” And
Treat froze, her sister? Why would she call her now? Of course they
all had her number, she always sent it in letters even though they
had all gone unanswered, Treat always sent it every single holiday,
birthday, anniversary, whatever.

“
Jilly, why do you need help?” Treat
whispered fiercely and instantly Nike and Bob were at her side,
both leaning in to listen into the receiver as much as they could
even though they didn’t know what was going on.

“
It is bad this time, Brooke,” her sister
whispered.

“
Honey, I am not following, what is bad,
what do you need help from?” Treat said softly.

“
Supper was late, and the baby was crying.
Lane needed to rest so he could get to work, but I wasn’t keeping
it quiet enough,” she cried into the phone and Treat froze, what
the fuck? Who was Lane? Of course, she didn’t know Jilly had gotten
married, no one had told her. It was probably an edict from her
father—the bastard.

“
Jilly, honey, calm down and tell me where
you are,” Treat said.

“
Home,” Jilly groaned as she cried. “Hurts
so bad, I can’t get up.”

“
Where is home?” Treat said
urgently.

“
Guy at the tattoo place said you were
here. That is why I called, same trailer park we grew up in, just
three doors down. Mom and Dad are still here too but I can’t go to
them,” Jilly whispered.

Fuck no she couldn’t. Her mother was a weak
woman who let her husband beat their kids daily for stupid shit.
Dammit, she was going to have to go back and face that shit, but
there was no way she was leaving her sister with some asshole who
beat her. They’d had too much of that.

“
I am coming, honey. Just gimme a few and
I will be there, if anyone comes home don’t say I am coming, we
will get you out,” Treat whispered.

“
My son?” she cried.

“
Him too, honey. If your husband…” Treat
said.

“
Not married, Lane is one of dad’s
drinking buddies,” Jilly said and Treat closed her eyes, yeah, she
knew how that had gone down. Fucking dick.

“
Lady Riders?” Nike said and Treat nodded
absently, but she was keeping her sister on the phone as long as
possible.

Nike yelled at Casey who was already
cuddling up to her man. “Bic, need you now.”

The woman was nothing if not perceptive. She
jumped off Freebyrd’s lap and called to the other women who were
still milling around and then came to them quickly.

“
What is up?” she whispered.

“
If you are serious about setting up a
Chapter here, now is the time. You remember I told you we were
going to work with women who are abused or recovered from
trafficking?” Bob said and Casey nodded. “Looks like we have our
first woman in need.”

Casey snapped her fingers and began barking
orders to the women. The guys who were paying attention as well
went on alert. Freebyrd and his Vice, Stone, stepped forward to
Casey who began explaining what was going on.

Treat was calmly talking into the phone to
her sister when Stone saw her go still. He looked at War who was
watching Treat as well and saw the change. He motioned and both
moved to Treat who had moved to the corner.

“
Jilly? Don’t say anything, just put the
phone down, don’t hang it up, just put it down so I can hear. I am
with you, honey,” Treat whispered.

War grabbed the phone and listened for a
moment, his face turning grim as he heard a man in the background
yelling.

“
You stupid worthless woman, get your ass
up and make me a sandwich,” the man yelled and he heard a grunt as
if someone had been kicked again.

Now here they were standing in a place Treat
had vowed never to be caught again, so since that vow was broken,
she’d be damned if she was going to let two assholes that fucked
her over take this over. It was her family, and she was going to
deal with it.

Treat shoved War out of the way and kicked in
the door, her gun cocked, loaded, and aimed at the half drunk slob
that stood over the battered and bloodied Jilly. “You
son-of-a-bitch!” She yelled, her finger already squeezing down on
the trigger. One more millimeter and his head would have been
splattered all over the narrow trailer walls. Not that it would do
any injustice to the horrible trashy wallpaper that lined the older
than dirt white trash home.

“No!” Jilly gasped, her words gurgling blood.
Hearing Jilly’s voice made her hesitate just long enough War was
able to grab the gun out of her hand, and flip the safety on before
she could get the shot off. Her head snapped around and she lost
focus on her target, aiming her rage at the man who towered over
her.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, her body
shaking with rage. “Kill that motherfucker!”

“That’s too easy for a piece of shit like
him, baby. Go check Jilly. We’ve got this.” Stone’s hands firmly
gripped her upper arms and moved her inside, leading her to the
girl that lay in the fetal position, barely alive. Treat was beyond
pissed and full on hated Stone and War for stopping her from
killing the sick fuck who’d done this to her sister, but she pushed
it to the back of her mind. She had more important things to tend
to right now. Later she’d make sure they got what they
deserved.

“Oh, Jillybean,” she gasped. Jilly’s blond
hair was bright red with blood. The cuts on her face and head
showed repetitive beatings and pain. Some were scabbed over, only
knocked loose by new wounds inflicted atop them. Others were fresh
and draining her blood into a puddle on the floor. Treat glanced
around for something to stop the bleeding with but there wasn’t
anything in reach. Without hesitating, she yanked her t-shirt off
over her head and wadded it up on a huge gash that sliced across
Jilly’s forehead down the side of her face. It wasn’t a clean cut,
which meant he’d either bashed her head open with something or
she’d been thrown into something that did it. Either way, it was
bad.

“I need to know where all it hurts, baby,”
she whispered. Jilly tried to sit up, but Treat stopped her. “Hold
still. Just point, honey.” Her soft voice eased some of the worry
lines out of Jilly’s features and she mustered up her strength and
began pointing. Her ribs, which by the way she was gasping for
breath had not only been broken but also punctured a lung, stomach,
shoulder—that looked to be dislocated, not broken—head, and lastly
her private areas that was no doubt both areas was the main focus
as she tried her best to communicate. With each area Jilly had
pointed to, Treat’s stomach got sicker.

“We’ve got to get her to a hospital,” Treat
gasped as she reached for her cell to dial 911.

“Wait.” War’s command sent her hackles up in
the air.

“No dammit, she needs help!” Treat
snapped.