Bullet's POV (mature content/ mentioning of abuse, violence, !!trigger warning!!)

The next thing I knew, when I woke up, was me being all alone on the cot in the dark cell.

Panicstricken I sat up, groaning at the pain radiating through my body. "Baby? Where are you?", I whispered. Not getting an answer at all, I pushed myself up from the cot, swaying a little when I managed to stand on my own two feet. "Poppy? Darling?" Again no answer. I walked, or better said stumbled, to the heavy cell door, resting my forehead against the cold metal.

After taking a deep breath, I started bumping against the metal door, screaming from the top of my lungs for my sweet and innocent girl.

Over and over I felt up the heavy door, for some clue how to get the hell out of here to rescue Poppy. But there was none. Nothing.

I felt my legs giving in, so I made a few steps back into the cell before I lumped down into a weeping heap on the dirty and bloodstained floor.

The pain was everything- it was overwhelming. Not just the pain from my injuries, but the pain and the fear for my dear girl took over my body, my brain and my heart.

I've never felt so week before in my entire life, but it doesn't matter- at this moment, I swore to God or whatever was out there, to get this woman, my woman, out of here and to kill each and everyone of them who made her suffer like that. Who made her suffer in her past, in the present and in the future.

Poppy's POV

I woke up tied to a wooden chair in some kind of empty hall. Afraid and scared, I frantically looked around for Bullet, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Shit, shit, shit..." Trying to get lost of the ropes on me, I started wiggling on the chair.

Suddenly a door, I hadn't noticed before, opened and my uncle and two of his men walked in, causing me to stop mid action.

"Good morning, love. I am so sorry for the treatment right here, but honestly you and your little boyfriend didn't gave me another option." He spat out the word boyfriend, making the two men on his side chuckle. "You know when you ran away, you really hurt my feelings. I thought I took good care of you. I thought you loved me. But I guess I was wrong there."

He came closer to me and crouched down, to speak to me on eye level.

"I thought a little gratitude and respect from your side wasn't much to ask for, after I rescued you from your former life, but I guess I was wrong." He sighed. "Instead... you ran to a biker gang, telling them lies about me, about my work, about our relationship. You hooked up with that piece of shit, you tried to humiliate me in all the ways possible. For the sake of our queen, you started to warm his bed! After everything I have done to keep you safe, you did the one thing, the ONE THING, I always told you not to do. The one thing what in the end digs your grave. You were supposed to be pure, untouched. But...."

"You didn't do anything to protect me.... you forced me into Sex, uncle." I spat out, knowing I will get hit, for this rude comment and for interrupting his little speech. But I couldn't hold in anymore. He was the reason, why I was broken in the first place.

"You are the person who put me through all of this in my past, you kidnapped me, you killed my parents, you made me suffer, you held me hostage for all these years. I am no child anymore, uncle. I know what you did. And I don't care, if you hit me, punch me, hell even kill me right here right now. But I am not your love or your little sunshine or something anymore. And you'll see. Everything you do to me, my family, yes that biker gang you spoke of, is my family now, they will make sure you suffer through twice as much as I did. You can count on that. So let's stop that talking and tell me right now - Why?" I glared at him, laid all my hatred into the little speech of mine. I knew it was dumb to say stuff like this and he will make me pay for that, but at this point a raging fire inside of me took over. All fear and angst happened to dissappear, making more room for my hatred and surprisingly inflaming rage.

Cameron came even closer, staring down at me.

"I see. A couple of weeks away from me and you already lost all your sense for manners. That's not particularly nice, you know? I will let it slip this once, when you promise to behave now. Be a good kid and show your uncle some much needed respect."

I closed my eyes, trying to keep my cool, so I took a deep breath.

"See, it isn't that hard Poppy is it? You know who is family. Definitely not those biker scum. I am your family. No one else."

When I opened my eyes again, he still was hovering in front of my face. A small smile made it's way to my lips.

"There she is, my little niece, who I adore and care for so much.", he smiled back at me and lifted his hand to caress my cheek. "I knew you will come to your senses. Poppy those guys you've been with, especially that one guy, they are bad people. But of course how should you know that, you never had contact to bad people beforehand..."

Still smiling at him I looked into his eyes. "Oh uncle..."

"I know Poppy, I know..." he hugged me and whispered into my ear. "My dear child it's good to have you back."

I sensed my opportunity and I whispered into his ear. "This is just the beginning uncle. You are a dead man walking."

And with that I bit into his ear, ripping it off from his head.

Cameron started screaming and fell to the floor the minute the blood started pumping out of his wound. His fearful eyes looking at me, trying to compose what just happened. I spat his ear into his lap, his blood dripping off of my chin.

"I told you, uncle. I am no kid anymore. And I am definitely not yours." I growled to him. His lackeys looked horrified at me, when I started maniacally laughing. One of them helped my uncle to get up, who still was holding his side where his ear had been. "Put that piece of biker trash into her cell! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT YOU FUCKING WHORE!" The man who helped him up, guided him out of the room, leaving behind a shivering man, who obviously was afraid of me.

I smiled at my uncle's lackey. "Well you heard the man."

After he gagged me, he cut me loose. My hands still tied up he was dragging me back to the cell. Without a single word, he pushed me back inside and I fell to the floor, grunting when I fell on my knees.

Bullet's POV

I heard the celldoor opening and a commotion at the door, a quiet grunt to my left, when something or better said someone hit the floor. Shortly after that the door was closed again.

"Poppy?"

A muffled voice came from the person next to me and I knew it was my girl in an instant. Crawling over to her, I felt her up, but she seemed unharmed. I helped her to get rid of the ropes, what held her hands together behind her back and she got rid of the gag right away. "What are you doing on the floor? You need to rest!" She scolded me and got up, to help me get back to the cot.

"What did he do babe? What did he do to you?", I asked wearily, trying to focus on her and not on the pain radiating through my body.

"Nothing... well he talked to me, screamed at me and insulted me, but other than that, nothing."

She seated herself next to me and in the minimum of light we had, I saw blood on her face.

"Don't bullshit me Poppy. Where is the blood from?", I whispered trying to reach out for her.

To my surprise she started to giggle.

"Well... he did nothing to me, but I didn't say that I didn't do anything to him..."

"What happened? Tell me."

"He tried to talk me back being the little girl he used to know, he insulted me, you, everyone I care about. So I did something, when he leaned over to hug me..."

Fear loathed my mind at this point. He did touch her?

"What did you do?"

Poppy took my hands in hers, looking me into my eyes. Her beautiful, but blood smeared face smiling widely.

"I had no other choice, but he wouldn't listen... so I bit into his ear and ripped it off."

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Hi guys. First of all I want to thank you. For your votes, for reading this story, for your comments (I've read all of them), for everything. This year has been so far a shithole (I guess you guys already know that part) and I unfortunately had no power, no will and no perspective to continue this story for a long time. I've been through some personal stuff (my husband had some problems- he was on therapy for the last 1 1/2 years, now finally returned home; my job as a nurse took it's toll thanks to the COVID-19, I had a long time nobody to take care of my kid while I had to work, my brother being hospitalized again - he's back home now for good too; my aunt, who I loved dearly, died; and that was just the tip of the iceberg I've been through). But. The story was always on my mind, because I hate unfinished business 🙈 I hope you forgive me for abandoning you and the story this long. The story itself is still my baby (like all the stories I write/wrote) and it's my heart project to finish the story. And I will. I don't know when, but still a few chapters are left until this Rollercoaster ride is done.

Thank you all for sticking here and still supporting me. Take care of you and stay safe.

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