Six years later,
I woke up on the side of the road naked. I looked around. I could see a pair of two separate burn marks of tire tracks on the road leading back to Newark city. I frowned and flinched because my face hurt.
I put a hand to my face. It was bruised. I looked down at my body. My legs, stomach and breasts were all marked with red wounds from a whip. I lifted a hand to head. My hair was cut to buzz cut short.
Someone had tried to kill me. I looked at my hands. I had a diamond ring on my left hand and on my right hand…a tattoo on my wedding finger. A name with a heart between the first and last.
Bran ❤ Rafe.
The memories hit me of the night he had saved me. It all came back. I realized I was in deep shit. I blinked the memories away as I heard several trucks coming up behind me from the Outlands. I turned covering my breasts as a school of nomand travelers drove up the lead truck pulled up beside me and the two other trucks and van stopped behind.
A beautiful lady with black hair studied me from the passenger side window. The other man looked straight ahead not looking at me out of respect.
“You need help girl?”
I nodded. “Yes Ma’am. Someone tried to kill me. I need to get to the city to file a report and find someone. I request protection rights.” I said and worked off my ring and held it out to her.
The lady stared at me. “You don’t need to pay me honey with your engagement ring. We can take you to the city.”
I shook my head. “The man that should have protected me left me to die. I request protection Ma’am while I search for a man to protect me. I am a lone travelor on the roads.”
The lady frowned but took my ring and took my hand. “My name is Angel Warrior. You have my protection until you find protection of a man’s care. What’s your name?”
I shook my head. “I don’t have one. All my blood family is gone.” I said.
Angel frowned but studied me. “I’ll give you one. Goldy.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”