So Hot MC Boxset

by Blair Grey

  It was as if the room had been set up to keep me trapped inside and anything that I could use to attempt to gain my freedom had been removed. I’d been set up. Maybe Carl’s plan was to prostitute me. Maybe the man outside the bedroom door was there to get his piece of the action.

  Why wouldn’t that be the truth?

  My father’s MC did the same damn thing.

  I couldn’t breathe as the doorknob began to turn. Frantic, I scanned the room for anything I’d missed that I might be able to use. Then I thought about the picture in the drawer of the nightstand.

  Quickly, I got it, then hid it underneath the pillow behind me. If the fucker got close enough, I could bang his head with it. Sure, it might only piss him off, but at least it was something – and something was better than nothing.

  When the door swung open, a man stood there, smiling at me as he held out a brown bag and a bottle of water. “Hi. I’m Johnny.”

  “Okay.” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think.

  “I’ve got you something to eat. Carl sent me to watch over you today. He’s most likely gonna be back tonight. Not sure yet.” He put the bag and the water on the desk near the chair with the sheets on it. “I’ll just get these out of your way and get them washing. I guess you and the boss had a pretty good night, huh?”

  “I guess.” Pulling my knees up, I wrapped my arms around them, making myself into a ball.

  “You look like you’re feeling a little apprehensive.” He shook his head as he smiled. “No need. No one’s gonna hurt you, Brittany.”

  I had to know more, meaning I had to ask some questions. But which ones would he answer for me? “Can I ask you something, Johnny?”

  “Sure, anything.” He leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms over his chest. The Iron Cobra tat on his bicep told me he too was a member of an MC my father hated.

  “Why am I here? And why am I chained up?” I looked him right in the eyes, trying to get the truth out of him.

  “Carl didn’t tell you, huh?” He sighed heavily. “Okay, I’ll be the bad guy here.”

  “The bad guy?” I eased my hand under the pillow, wrapping it around the picture, getting ready to use it if need be.

  “Yeah, the bad guy. See, Carl kidnapped you and we’ll be keeping you here at my place until your father decides to call off his FBI hounds. We’re giving them a month to show us they’re going to do as we want them to.”

  Blinking, I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. The Iron Cobras think I’m something special to my father?

  I’ll be a prisoner for life!

  Chapter Five

  Carl

  My council and I rode our Harley’s to the bar the Irish Reapers were known to frequent most mornings. This morning proved to be no exception as we spotted their bikes parked in front of the small building that looked more like an old gas station than a bar.

  Sure the sounds of our hogs had already alerted our rivals of our arrival we’d all come prepared for whatever the bloodthirsty men might dish out. “Remember, keep your weapons holstered unless I tell you otherwise. It’s a given that they will brandish their weaponry - they always do.” I led the way into the bar.

  Dark, musky, and altogether unattractive, the place fit the men who liked to spend their mornings there. Filing in, we all stood in a line as Arthur’s men all stood up in front of him. Their enforcer, Frank Doyle pulled out his Glock 27, not pointing it at us, but holding to his side. “I don’t recall any of you being invited.”

  Lyle moved in front of me, nice and slow. “We’re not here to fight. We’re here to talk.”

  “Start talking,” Frank said as he cocked his head to one side. “Make sure you use respect when speaking.”

  “Of course,” Lyle said with a nod. “My president wishes to converse with yours.”

  Frank looked back at Arthur. “You okay with that, boss?”

  “I am.” Arthur gave the nod.

  Frank stepped to one side as he looked at me. “You can come forward.”

  Leaving my men by the door, I made my way to enemy lines. “Arthur, this visit is a necessary one. We’ve been at each other’s throats for a very long time.”

  “That, we have,” he agreed.

  “Recently, we’ve had issues with the FBI that we haven’t had in years.” I stopped, standing in front of the man. “A bar that a friend of ours owns has been shut down. Some of your brothers had made a few visits to it. And the next thing we knew it was swarmed by the authorities and now our friend is behind bars. This is just bad for business as you can well imagine.”

  The smirk on Arthur’s face begged me to smack it off. “I would imagine it is. But what would you have me do about that, Carl?”

  “It’s simple really, call off your dogs. Leave us be and we’ll leave you be. Don’t and we’ll have to do what we have to do to persuade you to leave us alone.”

  “And what would that be, Carl?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “See, I don’t think you’ve got much you can do to us. Not with the people we have on our side.”

  “You’d be wrong.” I eyed the man, noticing how many scars he had on his face. “Look, you’ve seen your fair share of trouble and I would rather not hand you anymore. But you’ve got to understand that we can’t sit back and take what you want to dish out. We’re not going to lose another business. That might mean some bad things for you and yours if we do. You understand what I’m saying, right, Arthur?”

  He held a toothpick between his teeth and moved it around with his tongue as he thought about what to say next. His tough act wasn’t merely an act – the man was tougher than most men I knew. I’d seen him take a punch to the face and not even flinch. But everyone had an Achille’s heal – my hope was that Brittany was his.

  “I think you’re saying that you are prepared to use anything you can against us to make your lives peaceful and happy once again. Life isn’t a fairy tale, Carl. There are no happy endings. Not for men like us.” He looked at Frank then winked. “I don’t think we have a thing to be worried about on our end. Do you, Frank?”

  He shook his head. “Nope.”

  Time to pull out the big guns. “And if I told you that we have your daughter, Arthur? Then what?”

  Without so much as a blink, he snickered. “You mean that you picked up my daughter? And you think I really give a shit?” They all laughed.

  And as they did, I grew angrier and angrier until I saw red. “She is your only blood that will have a thing to do with you. So, yeah, I think you give a shit. We’re going to keep her until you pull back and leave the Iron Cobras alone. We’ve had our bad blood, it’s time to back off and find a way to cohabitate in Baltimore. It’s a big city with room enough for both of us.”

  Arthur shrugged. “Is it?”

  “Yes, it is.” I hated how calm he was. It was obvious that he truly didn’t care much for his daughter. If it would’ve been me and someone had taken my daughter, Sarah, my brothers would have to be holding me back at this moment. “So, you don’t want Brittany back? Is that what you’re saying?”

  “The money she makes me ain’t enough to squabble over. You took her. You keep her if you want to.” Arthur’s smug smile made my insides boil. “She’s not worth a thing to me. You might’ve thought you’d stolen yourself some leverage with me. You were wrong.”

  He had no heart at all. That was more than plain to see now. Somehow, I had to make his daughter worth something to him. “She knows a lot about your MC that she could tell us. So far, I haven’t asked her to rat you out about anything. I can make her talk if I want to.”

  His face went stone still as it turned beat red. “You think you can make my daughter give you information about me? I’ve trained that little bitch to fear me. She won’t give you shit on me. You could beat her until she’s back and blue and she won’t ever rat me or any of my Irish Reaper brothers out.”

  Now it was my turn to shrug. “You sure about that, Arthur?”

  Slammi
ng a meaty fist against the palm of his other hand, he glared at me. “I had her mother killed for not being what she said she was. Our daughter is only half of what I hold dear. She knows that too. She knows I would have her killed just as easily as I did her mother. She’s well-aware of what I value and what I don’t. The girl holds her life dear, always has. I don’t see why she would give it up for the likes of you mother fuckers.”

  “I don’t see why you would take the chance to find that out.” Shifting my weight to the other foot, I thought I should try another approach. “Look, no one wants all-out war here, Arthur. That’s why I took your daughter instead of trying to tear what you’ve built down or started picking off your brothers until your numbers were too low to matter. I want to get along as best we can. Mostly, I want us to stay out of each other’s way and each other’s businesses.”

  Narrowing his green eyes, he growled, “So, you took my daughter to get what you want? And you think that was a good idea? Are you mad?”

  “A little, yeah.” I’d always thought to have people think I was a little crazy was a good thing. That way they never knew what to expect out of me or what I might do. “See, I’m going to take good care of Brittany while you figure out how to get the fucking FBI to leave us alone. And once things have been quiet for a good while, let’s say a month, then I’ll let her go. And this shit can be behind us then. Think about it – peace within Baltimore. The Iron Cobras and the Irish Reapers bury the hatchet. And not in each other’s heads either.”

  “And if I took your daughter?” he asked with a sinister grin.

  “Good luck with that. Her husband alone would kill you without even thinking twice about it. We guard what we hold precious, Arthur – unlike you.”

  “You think I hold that half-breed daughter of mine precious?” He laughed as did his MC brothers. “I hold nothing precious but myself and my brothers. She’s lucky to have been born. Her death means little to nothing to me.”

  “But what she knows must mean something.” The hatred I had for the man only continued to grow as he talked about his flesh and blood this way. I prayed that Brittany wouldn’t return to her life with him when I let her go.

  Looking at each one of his brothers who wore grim expressions, he had no choice but to make an agreement with me. They all had too much to hide. And each of them knew that Brittany would have valuable information in her head.

  Arthur’s eyes returned to mine. “Know this, Carl Davis, we will be looking for her and we will kill her when we find her. We will kill anyone who is with her as well. If you think you can use her against us, you are dead wrong.”

  “I won’t let that happen. If you won’t agree to get the FBI off our backs, then it will mean war between us, Arthur Kelly. When your brothers count their numbers when it’s all said and done, they will blame you for their losses.” I didn’t see why he couldn’t make even the smallest of compromises. “Just back off and things will be fine. Don’t – and not only will you lose your daughter, but you will also lose as many of your brothers as we can possibly takedown.”

  With a heavy sigh, Arthur knew he would have to come to some sort of terms with me. “We also don’t want war, Carl. If you hold up your end of the deal, we’ll make a deal with you.”

  “Let’s hear it.” I wouldn’t take anything less than him promising to back off.

  “I will do what I can to get the authorities to leave your MC alone. But I don’t run the FBI, Carl. You should know that. I don’t pull their strings, they’re not my puppets the way you must think they are.”

  The hell they aren’t. “Sounds like you’re trying to pretend that you’re not in control, Arthur.”

  “I’m not. Not completely. You’re going to have to give this time to settle down.”

  “And I am. I’m giving it a month. If things calm down and stay that way, I’ll let her go. If not, I’ll do whatever else I need to do to end this thing.” I wasn’t playing with the man and he needed to know that. “I want this to end, Arthur. So, it will end. One way or another, it will end.”

  Nodding, he looked at Frank. “Let’s see what we can do.”

  He nodded then stepped in front of his boss again. “It’s time for you to go.”

  I agreed. I had more I wanted to get to anyway. But first I had to ask Arthur one more thing, “Would you like her to call you, Arthur?”

  “Again, I don’t give a fuck about her - only the shit that might be inside of her head. Which I doubt is much in the first place. But you should know this, when she comes back, her ass is mine for letting herself get caught by the likes of you, Carl Davis.”

  Bile rose in my throat as I knew the man would torture the poor girl, then most likely kill her. I couldn’t ever give her back to him. And I’d never purposely lied about what my intentions were before either. But I didn’t need to lose any of my brothers in a war between our MCs. “As long as you successfully back off and get your cohorts to do the same, she’ll be returned to you, unharmed.”

  “In a month, I expect to see her delivered right here.” He took a seat as a few of his men stood behind him to keep him protected.

  I turned to walk away as my brothers watched to make sure no one pulled a gun on me to shoot me in the back. As I walked out the door, I felt a pain in my chest.

  How a man could be so completely heartless made no sense to me. Britt was a beautiful woman and I was sure she’d been a cute little kid. How could he have turned a cold heart to her even when she was a helpless baby?

  They were all nothing more than animals, that was for sure. While I had Britt, I would show her what real men treat women like. What she’d known so far wasn’t anything even close to reality.

  I’ll show her what it feels like to be cared for.

  Chapter Six

  Brittany

  A few hours later, I heard another bike pull up to the house and another set of boots pounded the floor. Muffled voices floated around that I couldn’t make any words out of. Then boots thumped away and the sound of one of the bikes leaving left me knowing that one of the men had stayed behind. But who?

  Anger bubbled inside of me at what Carl had done to me. My only hope was that if he’d spoken with my father, he would clearly understand that holding me hostage wouldn’t accomplish a thing. I wasn’t important to my father - he wouldn’t do a thing they wanted.

  With the news of being held against my will, I hadn’t even looked to see what was in the brown bag the guy called Johnny had left for me. The bottle of water still sat on the chair as well. I didn’t think my appetite would return until the chains were taken off me and I was allowed to leave.

  And if I saw Carl again, he was going to get a piece of my mind. Kidnapping me was one thing. Making me feel like we’d shared something kind of special was another.

  The man had just used me since I was going to be kept by the Iron Cobras anyway. He just wanted the first piece of my ass to be his was all. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, and I was sure he had some deranged idea that I would be willing to give him more.

  I didn’t care how great the sex had been, he wasn’t getting any more of that from me. At least not with my consent and I was going to make sure he knew that too. If he came back around.

  Johnny had said something about Carl coming back that night, but I had the idea that once he learned just how much my father didn’t care about me, he would lose interest as well.

  I just wanted to go home. I wanted to climb into my own bed and cry my eyes out all alone, as usual. Being Arthur Kelly’s daughter had brought me nothing but misery since the day I was born. I didn’t know why I had even let myself believe that a man like Carl could actually be interested in me.

  Of course, he only picked me up to kidnap me to use me against my father.

  I felt like such a fool. And I never wanted to lay my eyes on the man again.

  The door flew open and in came the aroma of bacon and there stood Carl with a smile on his face. “I’m back, baby. And I’ve made you somet
hing delicious to eat.”

  I could not believe the man actually thought I would be happy to see his ass. Speechless, I sat there on the bed as he came into the room, then put the plate on the bed next to me. “You’ve got to be shitting me!” I hurled the plate at his head, but he ducked, so it missed my target. “Leave me alone! Get the fuck out!”

  Looking at me with confusion, he asked, “What’s wrong with you, Britt?”

  Holding up the chain that kept me prisoner for him and his fucking MC, I let him know what was wrong with me, “You kidnapped me to get to my father, you fucking jackass! What do you think is wrong with me?”

  Picking up the food that had scattered all over the floor, he seemed to be thinking about what he should say next. “Well, yeah, about that – I didn’t want to frighten you. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

  Feeling waves of nausea, I thought I might throw up. “So, you fucked me instead?”

  “Come on.” He stood up, holding the plate with the food that was now trash heaped on top of it. Walking to the dresser, he put it down then came closer to me. But not too close as he could probably see flames coming out of the top of my head. “That wasn’t what I’d intended to do. I think you know that, Britt. It was you who grabbed my cock and kissed my neck if you will recall what happened.”

  “Maybe that’s because I foolishly trusted your lying ass, you fucking jerk!” I couldn’t stop screaming at him. “Do you have any idea how used I feel right now? You used me for sex. You used me to get to my father’s stupid fucking MC. What else do you plan on using me for? Really, you should just be upfront with me, so it doesn’t blow me out of the water the way this has. I trusted you, Carl!”

  His broad shoulders slumped, and his blue eyes drooped. He almost looked like he was sorry. Almost. I could see the lies in him now. “Baby, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”