Tess Property of Blaze: Book #5 in the Blood Brothers MC Series

by Collard, J. A.

  “Oh, Teresa, you have been gone for too long. All the things I want to do to you for leaving, for hiding out, and fucking that other biker,” he spits out, taking a few steps closer. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry with the growing fear creeping up my spine. “But I found you, didn’t I, wifey? And now that my business is finished up here in New York, I’m taking you back home with me. I’m sure your father is waiting to see you.”

  Don’t cry, Tess, he doesn’t deserve your tears. I take a few steps back as he nears me, until my feet hit the edge of the mattress. I panic, looking around at the room desperately for a means of escape or something I could use as a weapon, but there’s nothing. Viper’s eyes go wild when he sees the panic in mine. He gets off on this, me being scared, and I should know better than to show him my fear, but the look on his face alone has me wanting to crawl out of my skin in terror.

  He reaches me and grabs my arms, holding me tight and keeping me still. I cry out when his hold gets even tighter, making the pain unbearable. “Please don’t do this,” I beg, but it only turns him on even more, his tongue snaking out of his mouth and licking over his lips, making my stomach burn with the acid rising inside me.

  I don’t know what gets into me, but before I know what I’m doing, I spit in his face, yelling, “I hate you!”

  He smirks, then the tip of his tongue comes back out to lick my saliva off his lips where it landed, causing my stomach to roll and real nausea to set in. I wait in anticipation, wondering what his next move will be, and then it happens—he leans in and viciously butts my forehead with his, causing me to crash back on the mattress, my head hitting the wall behind me as I fall with a jarring jolt. My vision blurs with the agonizing pain shooting through my skull, and my head feels heavy, so much so that I can’t lift it.

  I blink, trying to keep the darkness threatening to overtake me at bay, then I feel him move on top of me, but I can’t seem to focus on what’s happening. “Please… stop…,” I manage to get out, but then he lifts my head up by my hair and slams it against the concrete wall. Stars burst behind my eyelids and a lightning bolt of pain shoots through my skull, stealing my breath away. Images of Amy and Sam flicker across my mind before everything goes blissfully dark.

  * * *

  I wake up to something heavy on top of me. Pain, so much pain. I try to open my eyes, but my head is throbbing with an excruciating pain, and the warm, wet feeling underneath my head is likely responsible for the copper tang of blood scenting the air. When I finally do manage to open my eyes and keep them open, I come face-to-face with Viper, who is dripping with sweat as he moves roughly inside of me. The pain steals my breath as he thrusts roughly with no lubrication to ease the way. I want to cry out but find I can’t, the mere thought of it causing my head to hurt even more. And who would help me, anyway? I have no one.

  In one swift movement, I’m turned and thrown onto my stomach, then one of his hands reaches out and pins my wrists together in front of me. I scream out as Viper leans over me and brutally enters my ass. The pain is unbearable, and he doesn’t hold back, fucking into me hard and fast as I cry out with each agonizing thrust.

  Tears run down my face, the salty brine of them bitter on my tongue as I realize no one is coming to help me. I give up then and take my mind to another place, one I’m all too familiar with. There’s no point in fighting him, I only know too well what will happen if I do.

  Blocking out all the sights and sounds and scents of Viper and what’s happening to my body right now, I retreat to the place in my mind where I feel blissfully numb. My gaze lands on some writing on the wall in front of me, and I try to make out the words—Jaxon and Harvey. I focus on them like a lifeline as Viper continues to thrust for what feel like hours, until a loud knock sounds at the door.

  Viper ignores it, his hand releasing my wrists, only to grab on to the back of my hair and start riding me like a fuckin’ horse. Again, there’s another knock, but this time it’s the loud thumping of a fist hitting the wood. “Open up, Viper. Our delivery guy is here.”

  Viper pulls out suddenly and painfully, and I don’t realize he’s already finished off and come in my ass until I feel his release dripping out of me. I make out the sound of a zipper and a belt being done back up, and then the thud of footsteps heading toward the door.

  I stay stone still, too sore for any attempt at moving and not wanting to gain his attention in any way. I take my mind back to my place again, focusing on the words on the wall, and the pain as my body deals with what just happened soon has me to blacking out for the second time tonight.

  Blaze

  I wait impatiently inside the van as Tracker enters the warehouse. I don’t know how he did it, but Tracker got some good surveillance equipment through a friend on the force. We have visual and sound coming through a camera that looks like a button on his shirt. My eyes don’t move from the screen as he finally enters the warehouse, after a pat down by two large men wearing Forseekers cuts. They’re not taking any chances.

  We can see the inside of the warehouse through the camera, but it’s dim inside and the quality is grainy at best. Music is blaring, the sound reverberating around the inside of the van from the speakers of the laptop we’re monitoring through, and there are bikers scattered all around the temporary clubhouse. Seems they brought a few members with them from LA.

  Men and women can be seen fucking all around the joint, but my eyes scan the room for Tess, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of her so I’ll know she’s okay. But I can’t make out faces with the dim lighting, and Tracker is moving and shifting too quickly to get any great detail.

  My focus is broken when I hear his voice. Viper. Quill and Hawke are sitting next to me in the van, and the other boys are on guard outside, ready to storm in when they’re given the go-ahead.

  “Well, I see you’re not the man we asked to come here. Where is he, and who are you?” Viper’s words, coming through clearly despite the thumping background noise of the club party, send trails of ice up my back. My fists clench where they’re resting on my thighs—all I want to do is race in there and smash the fucker up against a wall. My heart’s also pounding, hoping Tracker’s got this.

  Tracker’s voice comes through even clearer. “Sorry, man, he’s got another job tonight, sent me in with the goods.”

  I can see uncertainty flash across Viper’s face; he’s not buying it. My chest tightens even more. I unclench my fists, ready for action.

  “Is that right? And what other job is more important than the Forseekers?”

  The view on the screen of the laptop shakes as Tracker changes position slightly. “Look, man, you wanna do this business or not? I don’t have much time.”

  Viper rubs his jaw and looks over to another man at the left of him, probably his VP. “What do you think, Snake? You think we should trust him.”

  This Snake guy looks between Viper and Tracker. “What’s your name?” he eventually asks.

  “Tim. Now are we gonna do business or not. I’ve got the coke here.” Tracker moves again, then I see his hand move into the shot, holding out the backpack with the coke in it to Viper.

  “Was he frisked?” Viper asks Snake, eyes locked on the bag.

  “Yeah, Prez. He’s got nothin’ on him.”

  He eyes Tracker up and down, and I swear, even though his stare’s not directed at me, it goes straight through me. His eyes are wild, a touch of craziness showing through in the way they shift randomly, seemingly unable to focus for even a small moment. Something in my gut tells me this man has no real emotions, is just purely psycho, and my throat tightens. Oh God, Tess, what have you gotten yourself into? Where are you?

  “Snake, get the cash.”

  Snake nods at Viper, then leaves for a few minutes. When he comes back, he’s holding a black backpack similar to the one Tracker has, and he hands it to Tracker. Tracker takes it, then passes his bag with the coke to Snake. A simple exchange, but the tension in the air of the van is thick.

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bsp; Snake opens the backpack up and looks inside. “We’re good, Prez.”

  Viper nods at Snake and then looks over at Tracker. Tracker peers down into the bag he’s holding, and with the visual, we can see there’s cash inside it. “What’s wrong, Tim, you don’t trust us?”

  The movement on the laptop screen shakes as Tracker stands tall again. “Nah, man, I trust you.”

  Viper just continues to eye Tracker. Then he steps toward him and starts sniffing the air around him.

  Tracker takes a step backward, and Viper follows. “What are you doing?”

  Viper gives Tracker another sniff. “You had pussy today?”

  What the fuck?

  “What?”

  “I’m asking if you’ve had some pussy today, boy. You’re so uptight, seems like you need some.” Viper leers at Tracker, and in my head, it’s confirmed—the guy’s a fucking psychopath.

  “Nah, I’m all good, brother.”

  “Who the fuck you callin’ brother, fucker? I ain’t your brother,” Viper growls, leaning in and shooting a hand forward. I assume he’s gripping Tracker’s shirt, because there’s jerky movements on the screen, and Viper moves in even closer.

  I turn to Quill and Hawke. “We gotta go in and get Tracker out of there.” The abrupt mood switch and my certainty the guy’s unstable has me on red alert.

  “Just give it a little longer, Blaze. I promise you I won’t let anything happen to him,” Prez says, and I grind my jaw, anger and frustration flooding through me. I just turn back to the screen, though. Prez knows what he’s doing, and I trust him.

  “I didn’t mean no disrespect. I’m just sayin’, I’m good.”

  All of a sudden, Viper begins to laugh, then slaps at Tracker’s cheek. “I’m just messin’ with you. Come with me,” he says, then turns and begins to walk away. Tracker doesn’t follow immediately, and Viper stops and turns back around, narrowing his eyes at Tracker. “Are you turning down my invitation?”

  “To where exactly?” Tracker asks, and I lean toward the screen, not wanting to miss any details of their next movements.

  Viper places his hands on his hips. “I have a new girl. She’s young, has a body like a kid, if you like that kind of thing?”

  I sit back again, feeling sick. Just the thought of a young girl being used as a sex slave is all kinds of fucked-up. To have it confirmed is horrifying. “These guys are fuckin’ savages,” I growl at Quill and Hawke. I turn and meet their narrowed gazes; they’re close to exploding, fuckin’ angry, just like me.

  Viper continues, pointing a finger at Tracker. “But, she’s still intact, and you won’t be fuckin’ her tonight, because that, my friend, is paid for in full. But she can still make you feel good, isn’t that right, Snake?”

  Snake looks at Viper, then at Tracker. There’s something about that look, something about Snake’s vibe—call it a gut feeling—that makes me think he’s not all bad, like this is sickening him too. What’s your deal, Snake?

  He agrees with Viper, though, flashing a clearly forced leer. “That’s right, Prez.” Then he glances at Tracker and says, “You won’t be disappointed.”

  There’s a bit of movement, and then Tracker’s following Viper and Snake down a hallway. I fist my hands again when they pass several closed doors, wondering if Tess is in one of those rooms. Where are you, Tess? Are you okay?

  They stop at a door near the end of the hallway, and Viper pulls out a key and unlocks it, swinging it open. Viper walks in first, followed by Tracker, and Snake possibly behind them.

  “Here she is,” Viper says. There’s the scratch of a match being lit, crystal clear over the inbuilt mic on the transmitter Tracker’s wearing, now there’s no music playing, and then a flare of light. Viper lights an old-fashioned lamp sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, and slowly the surrounding area becomes clearer. A young girl comes into view, her skin pale and her blonde hair all over the place, like she’s been running her hands through it. She’s sitting on what looks like a mattress in the corner, topless, and at a guess, I’d say she’s just a kid. I swallow hard and try to push down the anger and heartbreak at what they’ve done to this poor girl. All I want to do is run in there and save her, get her the fuck out of her, take her to a safe place.

  “Nicky, get up.”

  We watch as Nicky gets slowly up off the floor at Viper’s command, then stands in front of him in just some white underwear. She has her arms wrapped around herself, and she’s visibly trembling.

  “Fuck!” I growl.

  Quill’s clenching his fists next to me, and I know he’s thinking the same as me. He has a daughter, so does Hawke—he has two, twin girls. This must be fucking with their heads something bad as well.

  Viper motions for Nicky to walk to him, and she does as he asks. As she gets closer, we don’t miss how she can barely walk straight, and it hits me that she’s fucked-up on some kind of drug.

  “You see this man over there,” Viper says, pointing to Tracker. She nods clumsily with a smile but is struggling to keep her head up straight. “Now what can you do for him?”

  “I can make you feel real good,” she slurs, her mouth having difficulty forming the words, and it looks like her lips are covered in cold sores.

  “Um, I’m all good. Thanks for the offer, though,” Tracker mumbles.

  Viper whips his head toward Tracker and growls, “Are you saying no to a gift I’m offering you.”

  Fuck, Tracker, just say yes.

  “No, man, it’s not like that, it’s just….”

  “Just what?”

  “Nothin’. Sure, I’ll accept your gift.”

  A loud slap echoes in the room, and the young girl steps forward. Must have been Viper’s hand hitting her skin, most likely on her ass. He leans in and whispers in her ear, and she nods and smiles, but she’s so out of it that she can’t keep herself straight, and has no idea what’s going on, or what she’s agreeing to.

  She steps closer to Tracker, looking so tiny and frail standing next to him. She must fall to her knees, because we can no longer see her, and then we hear the sound of a zipper being undone. Tracker’s, if I’m guessing correctly.

  “Fuck me!” I snarl, moving to get out of my seat, but Hawke grabs my arm firmly.

  “Just wait, let’s see what happens next. We have to trust Tracker here, he’ll have a plan,” Hawke says.

  We watch as Viper smirks and rubs his cock through his jeans. “I’m gettin’ hard just thinkin’ about you suckin’ him, girl. Get to it,” he commands, his voice booming in the stark and bare room.

  “Syphilis!” we hear Tracker yell, at the same time Snake says from somewhere out of shot, “Let’s give the boy some privacy, looks like he’s got stage fright.”

  Viper looks down at what I assume is Tracker’s cock. “Did you say syphilis? You have a fuckin’ STD?”

  Tracker answers quickly, “Yes! I mean, no!” and Snake moves into view behind Viper. He shoots Tracker a confused look. “I mean no, I don’t have syphilis, but she could,” he says, pointing down to where I’m assuming Nicky is still kneeling.

  “She doesn’t have a fuckin’ STD, she’s a damn virgin. Why the hell would you—”

  “The sores… around her mouth. I, uh… got something once, from a whore. She had these sores… and I didn’t know any better, and yeah… she gave me, like, syphilis. And so I’m paranoid now, that stuff is nasty.”

  “Tracker, you’re fuckin’ brilliant,” I murmur, and Quill and Hawke agreed from either side of me.

  “She’s pure as the driven snow, man, I promise you. Nothing a bit of good food and some stuff from the pharmacy won’t clear up. Go at her, you’ll get nothing but a good time.” Viper’s stare hardens, almost challenging Tracker to decline, and my stomach clenches. Tracker’s done well so far, but how much further can he push it.

  “Yeah, okay. If you say she’s okay…. Can I, uh, have some privacy? Like Snake suggested? Never really liked an audience, and even though you said she’s
good, her… yeah, they’re kind of distracting. Might need to work it a bit, get over the fact—”

  “Yeah, yeah, all right, let’s do that. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Viper rolls his eyes, then looks behind him to Snake. “I’ve got Teresa waiting for me anyway, I’m not done with her lying ass.”

  I grind my jaw so tight my teeth hurt, and slam my fist down hard on the desk in front of me, the laptop lifting a few inches with the force and clattering back down with a bang. “That’s it, man, I’m going in there!”

  Quill’s hand stills me this time. I shake him off, then he grabs me tighter around my bicep. “I know this is killing you, brother, but just give Tracker a chance to find her. It seems like he’s got some kind of plan, and if we go storming in there, we could put them both in danger, and the girl.”

  Tears springs to my eyes. What Quill is saying makes sense, but fuck! “If he’s hurt her, I’ll kill him.”

  “If he’s hurt her, we’re all going in to kill him,” Hawke says, squeezing my shoulder.

  Snake’s voice comes through the laptop speakers. “Come party with us first, Prez. Let’s make use of that coke, then Teresa is all yours tonight.” Is Snake looking out for Tess? It kind of seems like he could be. I wonder what his deal is.

  The door shuts behind Viper and Snake as they leave the room, then Tracker straightaway bends down and lifts up his pants, zipping them.

  “What’s wrong, baby, don’t I please you?” Nicky asks as she slowly gets to her feet. She stumbles a couple of times, and Tracker gently grabs her arm to steady her.

  “Shush, we need to get you out of here. What’s your name again, sweetheart?”

  She looks up at Tracker, fear flashing across her face before she cries out, “If you don’t let me take care of you, he will punish me. I must do as he says.”