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The Senator's Shame: A Scandal Of The Soul

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 731    |    Released on: 27/06/2025

ndowless van, a new sound cut through the air. It started as a low rumbl

es. Dozen

on Tot

em, a wave of chrome and black leather, their engines screaming defiance.

it was a swift, brutal, and organized takedown. The corporate militia, so confident mom

is. "Wrecking Ball" Rufus Lester, President of the Iron To

n my hand, the butchered tattoo on my shoulder, the spike in my foot. A muscle in his jaw cl

. He carefully wrapped his arms around me, cradling me again

from her foot with a single, powerful pull, ignoring her cry of pain because he knew it had to be done. He gently

of our heritage, our people. They were the unofficial guar

smell of antiseptic replaced the stench of the cannery. My hand and foot were bandaged,

, holding a cup of w

ation'..." I start

o was watching over Gabrielle. "We created it. A front. We hir

him, confu

nd Brian. They owned you, controlled you. We've been watching for years, seeing how they used y

litia, you made that choice. You broke their hold over you. We had to make it real, Jo. We had to let them

nightmare. They had allowed us to be tortured. But they had done it to

alist, one who hadn't been bought by Andrew's family, had been at the cannery. She hadn'

wed Molly Johns, not being captured, but calmly walking into the cannery,

w seeing the unedited truth. The heroic rescue was a sham. The victims were the villains, and the v

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“My ex-fiancé, Andrew, and my sister's fiancé, Brian, were powerful men, state senator and chief of staff, constantly parading us, the last two Spirit Weavers of our tribe, as their exotic, sacred accessories. But when a corporate militia captured us in a desolate cannery, and the men we loved finally showed up, it wasn't to save us. Terrified for an ambitious intern, Molly Johns, Andrew and Brian screamed to save her, not us. Then, with cameras rolling, they participated in our brutal torture, nailing our hands to pillars, sawing off my sacred tribal tattoo, tearing my sister' s heirloom earring, and finally, spiking our feet to the ground, leaving us crippled and bleeding for our new captors. The pain was agonizing, but the betrayal cut deeper. How could the men who claimed to love us mutilate us so cruelly, casting us aside like trash for their political careers? Why did they choose that girl over us, over our ancestral land, over everything? Just as we were dragged toward a windowless van, a deafening roar filled the air: the Iron Totems MC, led by my childhood friend, Rufus, and my sister's, Caleb, crashed through the police barricade. They rescued us, but then revealed the truth: this entire nightmare was their calculated plot to expose Andrew and Brian, to free us from their poisonous control, and to finally allow us to reclaim our power.”
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