Telling Ripper wasn't exactly hard, and he didn't react badly.

Except for the fact that he threw a chair he was so pissed.

Not because he was pissed at me or the guys, but because she thought she could take an easy way out of her punishment. What she didn't think of though, would be the consequences of if she were to fail.

Now, she was going to get it much much worse.

I sighed and walked down to the cells, preparing myself to spend probably an hour down here. I wouldn't go too hard with my punishment for now considering her head injury, but I was going to at least try to get some information out of her while I could.

As soon as I entered, the stench hit me and almost caused me to gag. The smell of piss and blood was extremely present.

I shook my head and continued towards my destination, nearing the cell that two guards were standing outside of. As soon as they saw me coming they stood a little straighter and taller, locking eyes with me in respect.

"What's her status?" I asked. I stopped right in front of them and waited.

"Severe concussion. Major head wound on the back. She suffered no brain damage or memory loss surprisingly. The wound is stitched up and no longer bleeding. She has been going in and out of consciousness since Doc left so I do not know if she is awake right now," Jason explained.

I nodded. "Has she said anything while she is awake?"

He shook his head. "We only know she's awake when we her movement, then we look inside and see her rolling around in pain. That's the most we've done though, we haven't actually gone inside."

I nodded and moved past them and into the cell, my eyes immediately landing on the blood splatter that was on the wall and floor. Then, they landed on the pathetic woman that was in a heap on the ground. She was curled up in a ball on the ground, her back facing towards me. I gathered from the steady rise and fall of her chest that she was asleep.

Glancing down at the tool in my hand and smirked.

Setting it down gently on the small table in the corner, I called out to one of the men outside to grab me the hose.

We specifically have a hose in here just in case we need to wake someone up. One thing I always look forward to is their moment of panic when they realize that you had been here while they were unconscious, not knowing what you are going to do to them.

Grabbing the hose from the other prospect, I believe his name is Leo, I turned it on and sprayed her with the freezing cold water.

Immediately she was awake and that look of fear in her eyes that I crave was present. She knew that I was not here to mess around and that brought me immense joy.

"W-what do you want?" She stuttered.

I smirked and stalked towards her. The closer I got the more she attempted to back herself into the wall.

"How naive are you to really believe that you could take the easy way out? You should have known that there is no way in hell that I am letting you get away with what you did to Ripper. You are a worthless excuse for a human being. And if it weren't for your stupidity he would be down here with me, inflicting pain on you however he pleased. However that will have to wait for now. But tell me," I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her towards me, ignoring her cry of pain. "Why did you do it?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," she spat. I chuckled darkly and released her, letting her body drop to the floor.

"You do. And until you tell me, we're going to have some fun of our own," I walked over to the table and picked up the item, watching with glee as her eyes widened in fear.

"Tell me, Alesha, have you ever encountered a barbed whip before?"

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"I will ask you one more time," I spoke slow as I circled around the pathetic, crying heap in front of me.

"Why did you do it?" I kicked her hard in her chest, making her cry out in pain.

She spat out blood and I let her catch her breath. I've been in here for over an hour and all I wanted to do was shower and nap. But no, this bitch has to be stubborn even though she's literally bleeding all over.

My excitement grew as I watched the fight drain out of her. She was giving up, which meant that I was one step closer to getting my answers.

"His father wasn't kind to me. He was abusive, even before children came into the picture," she wheezed.

"What do you mean, children? Isn't Ripper an only child?"

She shook her head briefly. My anger spiked again when I saw tears in her eyes. This bitch did not deserve to be sad after what she put him through.

"I was pregnant twice before, what did you call him? Ripper. I was pregnant twice before him. My second pregnancy was a miscarriage due to too much stress and anxiety. All because I feared the same thing happened to that one that happened to the first."

"What happened to the first?" I was starting to get irritated that this was taking too long. She wasn't giving me a direct answer.

She sobbed. "He killed her! His father killed my baby! She was only a few weeks old! We had just gotten back from the hospital a week before. He wasn't abusive during my pregnancy, he wasn't excited but he let me be. He couldn't take the crying. He stabbed my baby girl," she cried. My body was frozen as I watched tears stream down her face.

It got the point to where she was reinjuring herself from crying to hard. I tried to feel any sort of pity, but I couldn't. This woman hurt so many people, she deserved to feel pain.

I hate it when prisoners cry.

I rolled my eyes. "I'll give you the night to sort your shit out. I'll be back tomorrow and I expect the full story."

I walked out and slammed the door behind me, not bothering to hear a response. Standing there for a few moments to calm down, I could tell that the prospects wanted to say something but knew better.

Turning to Jason, "keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't pull anything else tonight. I'll have someone switch with you two in a couple hours. When you switch make sure you relay the information to them, and so on. I need her to be able to talk tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

I stormed out and grabbed a beer from the bar, not really caring about how many looks I was getting from the others in the room. I was too angry.

Nothing gives anyone an excuse to abuse and torture their own children. There is absolutely no excuse. And the fact that that woman was trying to make up excuse after excuse was starting to piss me off even more. If she wasn't struggling to talk I would've stayed down there and made her finish her story but sadly, she looked halfway to death.

Ignoring the looks from the females and Scarlett specifically, I went up to my room and shut the door behind me. I knew that if I stayed down there while I was this angry I was going to say something that I was going to regret, and I didn't want to take my anger out on those who didn't deserve it.

When my dad passed down the president position to me, that was one rule he told me to stick by no matter what. I chuckled and took a long gulp of my beer as a feeling of sadness washed over me at the memory of the man who was my hero, who is no longer here.

"Son, I want you to never, under any circumstances, take your anger out on those who don't deserve it. One day, it will come back to bite you in your ass."

Even though that conversation was years ago I still remember that sentence clearly and I have stuck by it ever since. Even though sometimes I may yell at my men even if they don't deserve it, I make sure that they know that I will always care about them just like a president should. I have never let anyone in this club that is a trusted member go to sleep at night thinking that the man who is in charge absolutely hates them. And it will continue to stay that way for as long as I live.

A small knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts.

"Come in," Scarlett walked in looking a little hesitant and I gave her a small smile, encouraging her to come closer.

"Hey," she whispered as she sat down on the bed beside me.

"Hey," I spoke quietly, not really looking her in the eyes but instead choosing to stare at the few freckles that decorated her neck.

"Wanna tell me what that was about back there?"

I sighed. I knew I was going to have to but I was at least hoping that I was going to be able to finish my beer beforehand.

"I started to get some information out of Alesha. I asked her why she had done what she did but she became hysterical, and because of her head injury she couldn't continue. I'm giving her until tomorrow to sort herself out before I go back down there but I don't know, I just got so unbelievably angry. Listening to her cry, trying to make herself the victim made my blood boil. After going through what I did with Bethany..." I shook my head, looking away as I had to stop talking before I worked myself up again. "Do I even have the right to get angry about someone's actions that didn't personally effect me? Should I let Ripper handle this?"

It was silent for a few moments before Scarlett wrapped her arms around me. "I think you had a perfectly reasonable reaction to that. I don't know anyone who would've been able to stand there calmly and listen to her. You are defending one of your men who still feels the pain of what she did to him to this day, and that's what a good president does. You should never doubt yourself or question your actions when it comes to things like this. I even admire the fact that you didn't break something downstairs," she laughed.

I chuckled. "You really think I would've broke something?" I asked.

"You never know, you bikers seem to always have a temper," she joked as she shoved my shoulder playfully.

I chuckled before pausing.

"What's wrong?" She placed a hand on my shoulder.

"What about Ripper?" I whispered. "How is he going to react once I get all of the information out of her?"

Scarlett wrapped her arms around me and let me bask in her comfort for a few moments before speaking again.

"I think we won't find out until we get there."

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I didn't go back downstairs until later that day. I figured it was probably for the best if I stayed away from people to allow my mind to calm down so I didn't act out against anyone.

However, I kind of started to regret my decision since as soon as I got downstairs I was immediately smothered.

"How are you darling? Are you feeling any better?" Miranda asked as she held my face in her hands.

I smiled and pulled away from her, glancing around at everyone. Even the ones that weren't really near us weren't doing a very good job at trying to convince me that they weren't eavesdropping.

"I'm doing alright Miranda. I just needed to calm down is all."

She nodded and accepted my answer as she moved to the bar. The next person to come up to me was Jessie, who just hugged me and moved on. And then Lilly came up to me and gave me a tight hug, whispering that she loved me so softly I was almost sure that I imagined it. I squeezed her tightly and sighed.

I don't know where I would be without them.