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Jasper had followed the Angels and Reapers to the warehouse, of course. Had come in, gun firing at any that came in their paths. He had even followed Ryder to get Grace, as much as his heart protested. He didn't know who held her, but as soon as that s**t let her go, and Grace was back in Orion's arms being carried out, Jasper turned and fled back into the other room. He nodded to Lucky who was standing near the guy on the ground who must have been torturing Lyn and Cadie.

Quickly Jasper moved to Cadence where she barely stood on the ground. He wrapped an arm around her, pulled the hem of her skirt down with his other hand, and kissed her forehead."You're safe now baby."He whispered against her forehead. Jasp then swooped her up into his arms and began just walking out of the room with her. He held her bridal style but still had his gun ready in the hand under her legs as he moved quickly from the room, and building. "We are getting you out of here.

Grace could have jumped for joy when she heard that the men were there, but she was exhausted, and had her legs zip-tied together. When Dylan carried her outside, her eyes fell on Orion, and she immediately felt ashamed. He was soon going to see the brands on her body, see how Dylan had tainted her. Ruined her. She didn't even flinch as she was shoved forward, but was met with the gentle embrace from Orion. She immediately hid her face in the bend of his neck, feeling her body relax. If she could produce anymore tears, she would have cried. "I'm so sorry." She whispered, her voice raspy, nearly non-existent. Now that she was in the arms of the man she loved, it was like the pain of all of her injuries started to resonate with her. Her hip throbbed from having been branded, as did the back of her neck. Her right eye ached from how he had hit her across the face multiple times. As they made their way outside, Grace took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. It was slightly comforting, rather than being locked in that room with Dylan. Once the van pulled up and her brother spoke, Grace felt a bit of panic wash over her. If she had not lost her job before, she most certainly was going to lose it now.

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up

~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~

Cadence wanted to cry, to laugh because she felt giddy with relief they were all getting away from that place. She had heard Grace's crying but had not been sure it was truly Grace. Or maybe she simply had not wanted to believe it was Grace. She squeezed her eyes closed. The overwhelming sorrow she felt is what was winning. She wanted to sob, and wanted to know why them? Why was it always them?

She allowed Jasper to hold her though he body remained tense. Awaiting the next attack. She opened her eyes and looked at all the other solemn occupants of the van. She had to look away, she pulled her knees up to her. The hot sticky blood was all over her, and she couldn't ignore it now. Could not ignore the truth.

Once at the hospital they three women were rushed away separately. Cadence was thankful for that. She could not bear to see her broken friends, and the haunted look in their eyes. She definitely did not want to see her brother right now. She honestly didn't want to see Jasper either. Correction, she did not want him to see her. To see or know what they had did to her. She was sure it was a lot less brutal then what had happened to the others but still. It was her shamed, and she did not want him to see it.

She laid in her bed at the hospital. Feet bandaged and the other medical procedures done. She had the blanket draped over her her lap, and she slowly lifted the ugly hospital gown up. She examined the deep purple bruise on her stomach. That bruise was the physical marker of where that monster had hit her, and killed her her baby.

By now she had already heard about her niece Isabelle and her Aunt Celeste. Killian had come to deliver the horrible news. He had tried to offer her comfort but immediately she asked him to leave. She did not need comfort, sympathy or pity from any of these people. What she needed was to get the hell away from them. She smacked the vase of flowers off the night stand and threw herself back against the bed. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and saw that monster's smiling face again. She wanted to kill him. Wanted it to be slow and drawn out. Wanted him to suffer as they all had!

~Candie~

Orion held Grace firmly against his chest. "Hospital outside of the Creek. We don't need people knowing their business." He kissed the top of Grace's head.
"No. Stop. Don't apologize. You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I am sorry. I am sorry we didn't get to you faster. Sorry this happened. Sorry that you are a target." As much as Orion loved Grace he was starting to wonder if she would be better off without him.

He was like the Angel of Death and Chaos. Where ever he went destruction and mayhem followed. Aunt Celeste was dead because of him, his daughter Isabelle was dead because of him, Gloom was dead because of him, Link was dead because of him. Grace and Cadence abducted and tortured because of him.

Cadence's baby was no doubt no more, and he could relate in someways with the grief of losing a child. Sure they had never seen or held their child. Or watched their child sleep at night, but Orion wasn't sure if that made it easier or harder for them. Either way he knew Jasper and Cadence would be in mourning for a while, and he was to blame for that.

Once at the hospital Orion bullied his way into Grace's examination room. He wanted to be there for her, and he wanted to be there in case she got bad news. He wanted her to not have to endure anything else alone.

Orion sat on the other side of the curtain, while they conducted the exam. He was restless and on edge. He wanted to know what was going on right away. He hated that Grace had to go through all this. It was like reliving it all again.

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

Wren frowned at the information. This group sounded dangerous and vengeful, and one of them had a grudge against her now. She moved her concerned eyes towards her Aunt.
When he said more things were happening, Millie popped in again, "If you need my men, just call Wren, I'll have them sent over. I want these guys caught as badly as you do. They threatened my family."
Wren shrugged sheepishly, "Family is very important to us."
"Blood is blood." Millie shrugged as well.
Wren was startled by her phone ringing. It was way too late for a customer to be calling. It was her security system alerting her that there had been a break in.
"I have to go too." Wren briefly touched his arm to express apology before bolting for the SUV, where Millie, the brothers and her men followed without needing to be told.
At the shop, Millie was about to blow a gasket over the wreckage. They would need to cancel their appointments for the next few days while everything got fixed. The guns had been stolen, but those were easily replaced. Wren was heart broken over her ruined art and machines. Those were not so easily replaced.
Millie was on the phone yelling at the insurance company when Wren took a step outside to breath, try to calm herself. Maybe she should move. There was nothing keeping her here, and clearly she was not welcome by this bizarre Outcast Crew.
She didn't hear a thing, just felt a sharp stabbing pain in her neck and a cold ache spread from the sting, then suddenly everything went black.


Brenen had been waiting over two hours at the shop, but it paid off, she showed, with a gaggle of people. He was furious that she hadn't come alone, and waited for his opportunity to arise when she was alone.
After 10 minutes, his moment came, and he hid in the shadows, syringe filled with sedative. He leaned out of his dark shadow and sank the needle into her neck. She gasped prettily before collapsing into his swift waiting arms.
In the panicked rush of bodies, he slipped unnoticed through the dark parking lot back to his van across the street, where he pulled her in roughly and tossed her in the back.
At the warehouse, he had to wait for people to leave. Apparently, his dumb co-members had been up to trouble and got themselves caught. But once everything had been searched, and everyone had either escaped, or left, he checked the place twice over to be sure no one was inside. He pulled Wren out of the van, inside the warehouse, up the stairs and through the long hall to the room at the back. It had been untouched.
Inside, he latched her into the straight jacket, all buckles tightened, securing her within. Next was the muzzle, to muffle her screams. He buckled the belt clasp and tossed her in her one chair, then backed out of the room, shutting the door. He locked the many dead bolts, barricade bars and padlocks, taking the keys with him.
He'd sneak back tomorrow to give her sustenance, he told himself as he left.

Maralyn didn't say another word against Dereck. He probably was right in the fact that she should go and get everything seen to by those professionals, but it didn't mean she wanted to. But she just didn't have the energy to argue with him. Plus Lyn owed him her life. Without him coming to find her, surely she would have been dead in less than a day's time. From blood loss alone. She owed Dereck everything, adn as she was, she felt all she would give him was pain.

At the hospital, they rushed her back, cleaned her wounds wincing and talking about what had been done to her back as a whole. By the time the hospital staff was done with her, she was propped up in a hospital bed in a gown with her shattered wrist in a cast, her burned foot bandaged, and a bandaged around her torso to cover the permanent tattoo on her back of that man's name. They of course had cleaned up the bite marks on her neck, the long scrapes down her back and thighs, put ointment on the brands and raised welts on her back. When she first got there they stuck her on IV fluids and blood transfusion as quickly as they could. But there was nothing else they could really do about that. It wasn't until after she was all taken care of that they go the medical information from her, and then they told her they would start drawing up discharge papers for her, per her request of course. They also told her they would call the clinic for her, tell them she wouldn't be in for a few days.

After the medical staff finally left her alone, Dereck walked into the room. Hell she didn't even know how he could look at her, want to even be around her right now. She couldn't bring herself to look at him, as she stared at her hands in her lap. Lyn could feel tears trying to push through her eyes and down her cheeks, but she had already cried too much this night. She didn't feel much of the physical pain at the moment, it was all emotional, mental pain that was left for the night. They sat in silence until she spoke quietly."Thank-you for coming to find me. I will forever be in your debt for that."

She took a breath, steadying herself. She knew he may never want to see her again. Was here out of courtesy. Although how he eld her in the car and the words he had said didn't make it seem like that. But how could she even let him see her again?Surely he was the only one that would ever understand the scars her body would permanently hold now. However those were things she didn't want to ever see. She couldn't ask him to see it too. Cause him pain everytime he did. It wasn't his fault, that he didn't deserve. A single tear rolled down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly with her hand that wasn't casted. The next words just seemed to flood out of her."I'm sorry Dereck. Sorry that any of this happened. Sorry your sister was taken again. Sorry your truck was wrecked. I swear there had been nothing coming."

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired,
Feel weak, and when you feel weak,
you feel like you wanna just give up

~Cadence Jaycey Sinclaire-Caine~

As soon as Jasper started to speak she closed her eyes. The apology made her lift her hand. She held it up, as if saying 'Stop'. She shook her head and opened her eyes.
"Just....stop Jasper. Stop." She pulled her hand away from Jasper. She did not want him to touch her right now. It broke her heart to even see him right now.

At the mention of her Brother's name her eyes narrowed. She turned to Jasper now, her anger once more returning.
"You tell my Brother to go back to Hell where he came from! I will attend my Aunt's funeral, and Isabelle's. Along with any other family lost due to his complete and total incompetence, after that he is to steer clear of me. I do not want him to speak, breath or even think my name ever again!" Her chest was heaving at the control she was was using to maintain her composure and not completely lose it.
"Home....?Where is home? My Aunt is dead. I won't go to that apartment. I don't want anything to do with Orion ever again." She paused and looked away.
"You don't even get it Jasper! You're just so lost in this MC crap that you don't get it! I lost damn near everyone I care about in a day! I was burned, cut and raped AGAIN, my baby was murdered, even my job was taken from me! All because of Orion and his drama!" She grew silent as she finally gave in and started to sob uncontrollably. Her slender shoulders shook as she cried. Her face buried in her hands. It was a few minutes before she was in control enough to speak again.
"Worst part....I actually thought he and I could really act like siblings. I actually believed you loved me. For just a minute....I was dumb enough to believe the bullshit." She dried the tears as best she could. She motioned around the hospital room.
"This is what my faith and trust in you guys got me..." She shook her head disgusted and looked away from Jasper.
"Just....leave....don't come back. No one is welcome here. Not the Angels, not the Reapers, not the females associated with them. You all are dead to me..."

She laid back down, rolled onto her side though it caused her pain. She pulled her blankets up over her shoulders. She had a wad balled up in her fist and over her hand. She had it pressed to her mouth to try to silence the sobbing as it was beginning anew.

~Candie~