Assassins MC Pt. 17

Everything was fantastic until Nicole came home one day. She came to me with a look I can best describe as shell-shocked. She handed me a thumb drive and sat down, not saying a word. I put the drive in and discovered it was full of videos. I played on, and it was of Nicole, in a club, being abused by Bob. I clicked on a couple of more, and they were all of Nicole and Julie. I asked her where she got this and what happened.

She replied, "Bob found me. He walked in my office today like he owned the place and gave me that thumb drive. He told me if I didn't do what he said, he would post all the videos he has of me, and send them to everyone I work with. He had three other men that abused me before with him. They locked my office door and made me have sex with them."

Nicole continued, "I had to undress, and Bob had me get him hard, then bent me over and fucked me while I had to suck another man's dick. They all used me for the next hour, and Rich I'm sorry, but I was getting excited. I hated it was Bob, and I didn't like not having control, but I was right back into my mindset from when they abused me prior. It was like it never ended and I just went back to doing everything they told me. When they finished Bob informed me I was his bitch again and he had plans. I have to meet him later tonight at the address he gave me, and he wanted me to bring Julie."

She handed me a piece of paper and I looked it up. It was a house on the other side of town in a decent residential area. I asked Nicole if she recognized it, and she didn't. Bob either bought a new house, or it belonged to one of his friends. Nicole continued, "That wasn't the worst part, Rich. He told me he was in the Assassins now and showed me his tattoo. I can't believe they would let him in the club like that. No other club member and use us without your permission, so why did he do that?"

I knew Bob was full of shit, but I called Roger just to make sure. He reassured me there was no way Bob was in the club, but that would answer some questions. John had received word that someone was harassing our women. These were non associated women who worked for the club, so they didn't have the connections our associated women did. The women described the man who forced them to have sex, but the description didn't match anyone in the club. They were all adamant that the man had an Assassins tattoo.

Roger called John, and after talking with him, we settled on a plan. Nicole told me Bob must have seen her when he did business at Pillar Pharmaceuticals. Bob ran logistics at the chemical company he worked for, and that company did business with Pillar. I suppose it was a matter of time until their paths crossed. He was told not to bother either Nicole or Julie, so I didn't feel the least bit sorry for what was heading his way.

The scene shifts to a sunlit room in a large mansion. Rich, now an old man, sits in a wheelchair on the side of a large table, facing off three men in black suits. Rich is busy retelling his life story to these men who are both recording the conversation and taking notes.

It was a nice sunny day, the first in a week. Rainy days were always depressing, and Rich loved the sunshine, more so as he grew older. A young woman entered the sun-drenched room, interrupted the interview session and spoke to the men seated around the table. "That's enough for now. My grandfather needs to take his pills and get some sleep. You have been at this all day."

One man spoke up, "Ok ma'am, we will be back tomorrow to continue. Rich, we appreciate everything you've told us. Please take care and have a good evening. We will see you tomorrow."

With that, the three men left. Rich looked up at Samantha, touched her face and said, "You remind me so much of your mother. I miss her a lot. I would trade all my money for one more day with her. She just brought everyone sunshine."

"Grandpa, stop crying, you're making me cry." Samantha responded, "I miss Mom as well. She would be proud of what you're doing. You're a great man. Now, come, we need to get you to bed."

Rich sat back in his wheelchair and Samantha pushed him toward his room. They both passed the main entrance. Rich could remember when this house belonged to Thomas Rodriguez, but that seemed like an eternity ago. When he closed his eyes, he could still see Julie and Penny standing in the doorway with Thomas when he would pick them up. Those were great times, and Rich just wished the family were all together again. He asked Samantha, "Is she waiting upstairs for me? How is she doing?"

"She's doing good, Grandpa." Samantha answered, "She's had her medicine and is waiting for you in bed. She said she can't wait until she feels you next to her. You know she's not happy unless she's with you. Let's get you upstairs so you two can get some sleep."

Rich smiled. When you boil your life down to what's most important, love is the only thing that's left. Rich had loved many women in my life, but she was the one he loved the most. He thanked the Lord every day that she was still with him. Sam put her grandfather into bed, and Rich felt his love turn over and lay next to him. He reached out and put his arm around her, pulling her close. One more night; one more night with her. Would they wake up tomorrow together? Only the good Lord could answer that question. Rich just thanked him he had one more night.

Rich will continue retelling his life story in Part 18.