Broken

Part 5

Sophia's Point of View

Shortly after the meeting was over, Bishop and Hank approached me. I glanced at them curiously.

"What now?" I questioned, teasingly, "I think I've had enough for one day and it's only just begun."

"We know sweetheart," Hank said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "We just need to ask one more thing of you today and then you can head over to Angel's place and get settled."

"The Sheriff's Department wants to talk to you," Bishop said, "They have already questioned Angel, Coco, and EZ, but they need your statement. They held off because they knew it was traumatic for you, but unfortunately they can't hold off anymore."

A heavy sigh escaped from my lips as I realized that I could no longer avoid the inevitable, no matter how hard I tried. I still hadn't talked openly to anyone in the club about what had happened that night. It was impossible for me to talk about it without breaking into a cold sweat or feeling like I was going to vomit. The thought of leaving the scrap yard and the protection it provided made my head hurt. I was terrified to leave.

"I...Uncle Hank...I'm scared," I mumbled.

Hank wrapped his large tattooed arms around me and held me close, running a hand through my hair gently to soothe me.

"I know, baby girl," he murmured, "Just know that one of us will always be there with you. You are never alone."

"I guess it's now or never," I mumbled, "Can Angel or EZ come with me?"

"Hank, I can take her," Angel piped up from the door of the clubhouse, "EZ is helping Coco with an issue at the moment."

Hank and Bishop nodded their thanks as Angel led me out of the clubhouse. As I followed behind him I noticed how his shoulders were slumped and his back was slightly hunched. I wondered what was going on with him lately as he hadn't seemed much like himself the last little while.

"Hey," I said as I ran to catch up to him, reaching for his hand, "Angel...are you ok?"

He looked down at my small hand in his much larger one and then he smiled at me sweetly. "Of course."

"You just haven't seemed like yourself at all today," I said pointedly as I looked into his eyes.

"Everything that's happened with you...I'm just concerned, baby girl," he replied as he lifted his hand up to cup my cheek, "My primary focus is on you. There was some shit this morning I had to deal with, but I promise, it is nothing you have to worry about. As long as you're ok, I'm ok."

I smiled up at him, trusting that he was being honest with me. I was also trying to ignore the rush of desire that flowed through me. I pressed my cheek against his hand and closed my eyes for moment. I wanted him so much, almost all of the time, but he never made himself available to me.

After a moment, Angel pulled his hand away and put his helmet on my head, tightening the strap. He straddled his bike and smiled at me.

"Get on, Sophia," he said happily.

I gladly obeyed as I swung my leg over the bike and pressed myself comfortably against Angel's back, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. I loved the smell of his leather kutte mixed with his natural scent. It intoxicated me and I could never get enough.

*****

The Santo Padre Police Department was bustling with activity as Angel and I waited for an officer to come talk to us. As I gazed around the station, a cold sweat formed on the back of my neck, my heart rate increased, and my left leg began to shake erratically. I could feel Angel's eyes on me before I saw his hand settle on my thigh. I turned my head to looked into his eyes.