Welcome to Gaia! ::

Grace forehead throbbed lightly from where she head butted Dylan, and tears pooled in her eyes from the impact. Though, it looked like it had hurt him a whole lot more than it had hurt her. Her blue eyes followed him as he moved about the room, the pain from her injuries radiating through her body. The place on her hip where he had branded her was hot, and pulsating with pain. When he spoke about not being afraid of them, Grace shook her head, chuckling softly. "You should be. Because once Orion finds you, and sees what you have done to me..." She grunted softly, shifting in the chair a little bit. "He is going to make sure you suffer a slow, agonizing death..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, and she cringed at the sound of Maralyn screaming in the room next to her.

When Dylan moved away with the pliers, Grace relaxed in the chair a little bit, furrowing her eyebrows when he grabbed a vial and syringe from the bag. As he spoke, Grace couldn't take her eyes off of the small glass vial. Being a nurse, she usually knew what every drug looked like, but this, this was something completely different. "What are you doing..?" She asked, her body tensing as he neared her with the filled syringe. Though, he seemed to answer her question when he squatted down in front of her, his hand resting on her thigh. He was going to drug her. Grace started shaking her head, looking from the syringe to Dylan. "No...I told you I don't know anything else!" She squirmed beneath his touch, but was too weak to keep him from spreading her legs, and finding a useable vein in her thigh. Once he stuck the needle into her, Grace felt him push the drug into her vein, emptying the entire syringe. Immediately she felt her eyes get heavy, and her vision started to blur.

"I know you didn't watch it for your enjoyment...It's just hard to know that they were assaulted. Repeatedly, by several different men over the course of WEEKS. The bastards recorded it and are able to share their pain and humiliation with anyone they want. It is like they are being victimized all over." Orion shook his head and walked over to one of his cabinets. He pulled out a gun. This one was his favorite, it would leave a gaping hole in whatever he shot at. No surviving that hit.

Orion turned around and started back toward Dereck when he asked about the ultrasound. Orion pulled it away from Dereck. He opened the topped locked drawer on his desk and carefully placed the ultrasound inside for safe keeping. He locked the drawer again.
"Grace just told me last night...she went in for an ultrasound this morning. She is 10 weeks along..." Orion stated as he pulled out his phone. He would have to call in a favor.
"What did you say that guy's name was....?"

I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch

Orion frowned. No last name? Who did this guy this he was The rock? Moby? Seal? He shook his head. So anyone with the name Dylan who had made purchases in or around Shadow Creek and Greensville, maybe even around the tons, paid cash, and or bought multiple properties.

He quickly called the Officer and asked for the favor. He gave the guy a little information about the missing persons involved. So he could look into that as well. He hoped they would catch a break. He was worried about what they were doing to her. She was already mentally fragile, and he wasn't sure how much more his Gracie could take.

He hung up and had been about to tell Dereck that they would have some results in about an hour and till then they should start looking themselves. He never got a word out because Dereck informed him the bar had been torched. Less that was an inconvenience but what he said next...Orion felt like the ground beneath him had simply vanished. The lead weight in his stomach, the wave of sickness and grief.

He bolted from the room, pushing through the crowd of people. He was on his bike and gone. He blew through every stop sign and light. Luckily he wasn't hit, especially lucky since in his rush he had not put on his helmet. A helmet seemed so unimportant at a time like this.

He hopped off his bike and ran toward the house. the fire was out now, but it was still smoking. There was not much left and immediately he was stopped.
"My daughter was in there!" He yelled and tried to push the men away. They gripped him and dragged him away as he struggled against them.
"Get off! My daughter and Aunt are in there!"

That was when they informed Orion that the blaze had intentionally been set, and there were no survivors. Three bodies had been retrieved and one of them was that of an infant. Those words were spoken solemnly and offered with an apology. Those words broke Orion, he wept, truly wept for the first time in years. He felt like a piece of his had just been ripped away. His daughter, his sweet little innocent baby and been purposely killed. A baby barely able to roll had been targeted for no reason other then who her father was.

The sobs that wrecked his body felt like they would never end. The tears streamed down his face and he wasn't aware of the roar of the bikes. He was being pulled to his feet by his Brother in arms. He pushed Killian away, but Killian gripped him tight.
"She is gone! My baby girl is gone!" Orion yelled, the anguish painfully visible. Killian held him in a one armed hug. Knowing there were no words, and there would never be words that could ever offer even an ounce of comfort to a parent who had lost a child. The twins stood by, Gloom moved to Orion's other side. He laid a hand on his shoulder. Doom went to talk to the emergency personnel that remained at the scene.

I have the answer
I can take the pressure
I will turn it all around
~Five Finger Death Punch

Dylan Fleishman

Dylan nodded as Tommy came out of the other room and told him that Orion had a baby that he had sent men to torch. Well that was just too bad for the MC President, now wasn't it? He chuckled, glancing at the other man as he wiped blood off his hands, Maralyn's blood. "Good good. I got people destroying and blowing up their business operations. They won't have much in this town soon." He leaned against the counter, nodding towards the room Maralyn was in. "Sounds like you're having a good time in there. I must have picked the right guy for the job. Think she's knows anymore about the MC's? Blondie in there is probably close to being done, at least after this little trip."

Dylan Fleishman

A smile spread across his face. So the Angels were practically done. Good now just for the Reapers. "Great. So at least that's one club almost in the hole."And Dylan said almost because it only was not final yet. Sure the President was upset, in pieces of the loss of his kid. But the true question was how long was he going to let it get him down. Would he pick up business the next day? Not that he could once his garage was also torched. Or would be be drinking himself to sleep at night over the loss?

Then Tommy said he was going after that President's younger half sibling. Dylan nodded. He remembered her. The one Lyn had bargained to not appear in the pornos. Now that brought another smile to his face. He shrugged back to Tommy. Might as well try the girl.

Dylan looked to the other man, grinning,"She is good no? Glad you enjoyed that. Dollface felt tight, but I'm not into sticking into whores coming out of those type of places. She's been around it longer between the brother and boyfriend."Truthfully as much as he had once wanted Lyn, her being such a used up good was practically no good to him. Maybe he'd take the chance to take her one last time if she begged, but otherwise, naw. He didn't need the worry of everything that could come with it. Plus after Grace had told him she was pregnant, that had totally turned him off. Pregnant woman didn't turn him on. But he couldn't deny any other time he would have ******** her blind. hell maybe even if she begged for it he'd make an exception. She didn't look Prego yet anyway.

As she heard the door open back up, Lyn took a shakey breath. And here it would all start again. She looked up through the hair covering her face to see Tommy slapping Cadie who was now hung next to her. Before she could even lift her head, there he was gripping her sore chin to have her look at Cadence. Maralyn gave the other girl a sad look, in an attempt to say sorry in some fashion.Lyn started to wiggle on her chain, "Hey Fuc**r, don't you be touching her. "

Yes her body hurt like hell, and swinging on that chain was killing her arms and back, but how could this man think of torturing someone who was pregnant like this? That was just wrong on so many levels. Yet he also had ordered the death of a baby. Monster from the underworld. Lyn was certainly still exhausted as well, but now she had something to fight for again. Just like before when she had helped Cadie. There had been a reason, she had known some of what was coming, and so could zone out in a way and keep her fight up. Earlier this night, she had been copletely ready to give up. Had in fact in a fashion. Now that he had brought Cadie into this, in a way where she could possibly stop torture to her, it was something she could attempt to save."Am I not giving you enough sick pleasure you had to bring someone else in?"

By the time Grace came down from her high, she was all cried out. Her eyes wouldn't produce anymore tears, and she was so, so tired. It took nearly all the energy she had to lift her head and look at Dylan as he approached her. Her throat was killing her from how much she had been screaming, and every inch of her body was aching. From her head to her toes, she was in immense pain. She didn't even flinch as he approached her, and she hung limp as he picked her up, only to kick her chair away and lay her on the cold concrete. The sensation alone was enough to wake her up a little, and she glared up at the man. He smelled of alcohol, and her eyes flickered over to the table, seeing the bottle of whiskey and empty glass.

She had opened her mouth to say something, but was surprised when he slipped his hand back underneath her dress, and she cringed. Just the idea of him touching her in that manner made her want to curl up and die. She had already been branded by him, and that was what Orion was going to see every time they got intimate. Now he was going to taint her by being with her? Would Orion even want her after this? She turned to look away from Dylan, clenching her jaw. She was not going to answer him. He did not deserve the satisfaction.