Unity

Jessica

My head hurt, my body hurt and the last thing I remembered was an asthma attack. With a groan and heavy head, I blinked trying to take in my surroundings when I heard a loud clanging sound from my left. "Ava." I heard a female voice gasp, I looked up instantly regretting it as something want dripped into my eye. I tried to lift my hand to wipe it away but my hands were stuck, tied to one another behind my back. I was on a chair in a dimly lit room, my heart sinking as I recognised a woman being dragged into the room. The men holding her tightly I didn't recognise, their faces covered with bandanas.

I watched in horror as she was dragged further into the room, slung against a chair opposite from me. Her dress had been torn, revealing the bra she'd worn beneath it that now had rips in the material. Her tights had been shredded at the tops of her thighs and it didn't take much to realise what had happened to her. She'd changed her hair since I'd listen seen her, now a bright cherry red that almost matched the colour of the cuts littering her face. "Jessica." I called out her name, my voice sounding hoarse.

The men laughed to themselves as she struggled against them while they tied her hands behind her back. My mind was racing, memories of a tired looking diesel and now I realised why. Someone had taken her, someone being the rebels. The men had turned to leave, revealing the reckless rebels branding on show on the backs of their cuts. My heart sunk, a million questions running through my brain. Had ace set Ronan and I up? Oh god ronan, he was probably going out of his mind right now.

"Ava." She breathed, looking up at me through strands of her hair. Her eyes were wide open, dear radiating through the deep blue colour. "Are you okay?"

I frowned, how was she asking if I was okay? "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

She sighed, clenching her eyes together to fight the unshed tears I briefly saw forming. "I was at work," she croaked. "They pulled up in the parking lot, there were five of them." She paused, sounding defeated. "I didn't stand a chance." My heart twisted with guilt, this was just another person added to the list that had suffered because of something I'd done all those years ago.

"I'm sorry." I cried, my voice shaking as I let my tears stream. Jessica Looked at me with confusion, she hiccuped and I realised she'd gave up fighting her tears.

"It's not your fault." She mumbled, throwing her head back to look up at the ceiling. "I've been here for days, I thought diesel would've found me by now." I could hear the disappointment in her voice, the hurt.

"He's looking." I told her, already knowing he hadn't slept probably hadn't even showered when I'd saw him in the clubhouse. I didn't know how I was as calm as I was, how my body wasn't forcing me into another asthma attack.

Before she could reply the metal clanging of the door being swung open cut her off and the both of us watched on in fear as a large man entered the room. The breath caught in the back of my throat, he didn't wear a bandana like the others had. He had a big dark beard, his eyes matching the colour. Dark, almost black. He looked enraged at the sight of me and it finally sunk who this was. This was the president of the Reckless Rebels. He chuckled at me, eyeing me up with disdain. "So you are Ava."

I pressed my lips together, refusing to talk which only entertained him further. "It's okay you don't have to talk." He crouched down in front of me, dragging his finger across the side of my face and I flinched. He raised his hand, smacking it across my face and sent me tumbling to the ground with my chair. He lowered himself to my level and I still refused to make any sound, although I'm sure he could hear how loud my heart was beating. "I'm going to get my own back for what you did to my son niñita." He gripped my face harshly in his hands. "Minutes are going to feel like hours, hours will feel like days but that's where it ends because you won't live to see the end of the week. I'm going to make it slow and painful."