Jax

by Penny Anglene

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jax’s Point of View

  We pull up and at this point I am madder than hell. Josie has been watching her for years and no one told her. She thought the old lady was just a great neighbor who needed company. I have no idea of what to think at this point. Ria had told me that Trent was her salvation after her kidnapping.

  Sounds like he manipulated a lot of things. May be good, may not be either.

  I get out of the van, and at this point I have no fucking clue where my bike went. Fuck… I think.

  Dog comes out of the pole barn. I told him to pull in and get the doc set up in the cabin off to the side. I pray it’s at least half dusted out. The cleaner normally cleans it out once a month. Why the fuck I am worried about the fucking dust, I have no clue.

  “Dog,” I say and shake his hand. “These here are some friends of mine. We have a situation that needs to be taken care of. Can you help me out?” At this point I am all kinds of pissed off. I go to the van and grab the fucker out myself. If he has any idea of where Ria is, I want to know and now. I am dragging that fucker in by his fucking arm and I stop and look, everyone is just standing there watching me like idiots.

  “Well, are we doing this or are you all just gonna stand there with your hands in your fucking pants? This isn’t finding my woman any faster, and I will not allow her to spend any longer with that fucker then humanly possible.” I jerk my chin to the door as I continue to drag him out to the building. Trent comes up and picks up the other side as we haul his ass inside.

  Garr looks at me with a mean bulldog look, I return it. I am tired of the run around, being left out of decisions.

  I raise my brows; Dog asks what we need and before they can answer, I do. “Up on the engine hoist. Bring me a water hose that has been cut off. It’s out on that other wall out there. Turn the overhead fan on to keep the noise level down, and we need a lookout.” I just keep spitting out orders. Trent looks at me then Garr. I look at both of them. “Look, I will fight you all after, but time is a wasting. Let’s get this shit done,” I snap out enraged.

  “I am going to kick your ass, son,” Garr snaps.

  I harrumph… with my lip in the air.

  Trent chokes, and I smack him on his back and nearly knock him over.

  He glares at me.

  “Look, enough,” I roar.

  They have this piece of shit tied up and in the air by the time I get back there. I ask him his name, he laughs.

  I pick up my stun gun, The Runt, it has one of the strongest milliamps at four-point-five. I ask him his name again.

  “Fuck off,” he says.

  I light his neck up, hold it, and release. I ask again for his name.

  “Fuck you,” he mumbles.

  “Dog pull his pants down,” I tell him.

  “His pants?”

  “I didn’t stutter,” I growl.

  He pulls it all down and I ask one last time for his name.

  “Fuck you, you pussy,” he groans agonizingly

  I lean in and touch his groin with the stun gun and light that fucker up.

  That asshat pisses all over my boot. I am so fucking mad I kick him in the nuts.

  He is a blithering whiney mess.

  “What’s your fucking name?” I have lost my mind. I am so out of it I am shaking all over. “Tell me your fucking name or you ain’t gonna have a dick left by the time I am done.” I screech like a banshee.

  “Derrick,” he whispers out while retching.

  “How do you know Hedrick?”

  “Son,” he gags.

  “Where did he go with Ria?” I demand.

  He doesn’t answer. I pick up the stun gun and hit his dick with it. He vomits, head hanging down low. “Answer me motherfucker,” I scream.

  He mumbles, voice incoherent, we can't understand what he says, he's just a big blubbering mess. I look at Trent looking for a direction to go, Trent picks up Derrick’s head and asks him where they are.

  The man whispers, mumbles to Trent. I don't know what he told him, but Trent looks up at me and shakes his head. He releases the man’s head, and we walk away.

  “Did he say where?” I ask.

  Trent says, “Out off of State Highway 425. Place out off the main road. He said coming toward twelve-ninety-nine going toward the college. You can’t see the place, just an obscured driveway. We need to check in with Josie. Dog, can you take care of this fucking mess and meet up at Ria’s when you get done?” Trent asks.

  Garr is just staring at me. I stare back.

  My phone rings. I look at the number, it’s Ria’s parent’s number. “Have you told her parents she’s missing?” I growl.

  Trent shakes his head no.

  “Do I need to pick up?” I ask. He shakes his head no. Now I feel like a piece of shit. Trent’s phone rings next. He picks it up and mumbles. Its Ria’s parents.

  He answers it and I am so fucking mad at him.

  “Hello, Dad. Before you ask, yes, I know she’s gone and I’m already looking with Jax and the rest of the boys. We headed in early and have been working on it all day. I have a lead now. I can’t stay on and answer questions right now. Whiz is at the house, he can update you.” Trent sounds impatient with him.

  “We are. Yes, I will let Jax know.” He looks at me. “He said to bring his baby home.” My eyes well up and I do my best to keep the tears from falling. I just nod my head. We all get into the van, minus the few that are cleaning up and the ones with the girl.

  In all, there are six of us. Garr has rallied the troops and they are headed that way too. I need her to be safe and I need to know why? I pick up my phone and call Dog.

  “Hey, it’s Jax, need a favor man. Yeah, I know I owe you big. I want to know how long this has been going on. Get me all the information you can on these sick motherfuckers. They have been doing this for a while. See if you can get me names.” I pause and notice the rest looking at me. I stare back. I am not a fucking idiot. “All the information you can get, make sure that little girl gets home, too.” I nod my head listening to him. “Sure, deal,” I say and hang up.

  Trent looks at me. “What makes you think there are more?” he asks curiously.

  “Too organized, too many places to hide. How many missing women in the last ten years in say a hundred-mile radius?” I state with a raised eyebrow. “Look, even if I’m wrong, it’s better to get information while he’s still alive. Did you know Hedrick had a dad? A grandfather?” I inquire. “We never did make it to the grandparents’ place, now did we?” I state with a determined voice. I look at Trent. “Do you think she’s there?” I say with an agitated tone.

  “I’m not sure but we won’t stop until we find her. I promise. She also has a secret weapon this time,” Trent tells me.

  “And that is?” I ask with a concerned look.

  “She knows how to fight. She’s a third-degree blackbelt. We taught her how to fight and fight dirty. She could kill a person with what we taught her. No one knows but the brothers. It was the only way to calm her fears. The condition was she couldn’t tell anyone. That way if the fucker ever came back, he would be surprised and not know to expect it,” he says gleefully.

  I pray it doesn’t backfire on her, I think to myself.

  I need to find her. Make things right if I can. I want her to be okay. No, I need her to be okay. I don’t pray often, but I am now.

  As we come up on State Highways 1299 and 425, we see some of the guys on the side parked by some trees. I remind the guys that this is state boys’ stomping grounds. I am assured that that is taken care of. Yep, out of the loop. That just pisses me off more.

  Trent knows. He looks at me and shakes his head. “I will explain later. Not trying to keep things from you. You more than proved yourself earlier with the guys, and me.”

  I nod. That makes things a little easier to swallow. We all get out. We see Jimbo coming back out. I looked at Trent. “I thought he was back at the cabin?” I state bewildered.

>   “Old history, and he was the first one to leave. No way was he not going to be here. He was with me when we found her the first time. They have a bond, after being at the club for those three months. Easier to just let him come,” Trent tells me.

  “She’s in there. She’s tied up but didn’t see much wrong with her. She looked a little more than pissed off. She made the comment that she dated the fucker and he was one of the originals to take her. She told him he was a sick motherfucker. I didn’t know that girl could talk that nasty.” He chortles with laughter.

  “She’s a smartass. It’s one of the things I love about her. What are we waiting on? We got a sicko to go get. I want my woman,” I say with determination.

  “Hold up,” Garr says.

  I go to say something, and Trent grabs my arm to shut me up. I just look at him wanting to argue.

  “Jax, you need to call Dog and see if he has any information for us. We may not have to get it from this, asshole,” Garr states.

  I dial Dog and put it on speaker phone, he tells me what he learned from the grandfather. “The grandfather learned from his father and so forth. Been going on for generations. Tells me the only time it was interrupted was when Ria was found. They use and abuse the girls before they sell them on the black market, or they sometimes kill them. He also tells me that the girl we rescued came from down by Nashville. Hedrick brought her as a peace offering for his dear old dad because of the last fuck up with Ria. Hedrick was forced to go into hiding for a while. The men couldn’t take any chances around here and had left for over eight years. They had only been back a year, and they only came back because dear old grandpa has cancer and it’s eating him alive.” He says all of this without taking a break from talking.

  “Anything else?” I ask sarcastically.

  “Nah, that’s bout it,” he replies.

  “Got it. Thanks, Dog.”

  We all take off and head in. We get about fifty yards from the door of the house, and we all hear a bunch of screaming, and rage coming from the house.

  We all take off running, and I kick the door in. Ria has the fucker on the floor, and one of her hands is in his eyeball socket pulling the eyeball out. The guy is trying to roll away from Ria, but she isn’t having any of it. She takes his eye and shoves it in his mouth. She has gone mad. Trent grabs my arm as I lurch forward to grab her. He won’t let me.

  “Watch…” he guffaws at me.

  This isn’t a laughing matter, but he thinks it is.

  “Look, let her take care of this. It’s good therapy for her. She will feel like she’s in control of the situation.” With a quick nod, I stand down and watch, ready to step in if I need too. Everyone is watching.

  “You sick dirty motherfucking cunt. How dare you think I would want that shriveled up little fucking dick anywhere near me. Is that what it takes to get it up? Make girls terrified of you, you scum sucking prick? Huh, do you like sucking pricks, motherfucker, ‘cause that is where you are going. They are going to treat you like their little princess. You damn fucking sleezy little measly mouth motherfucker. I am going to make you eat your own dick. You hear me you fucker. Swallow what’s in your mouth now fucker.” She takes the water bottle and pours it into his mouth. “Swallow it you little cunt.” He does with fear in his eye. The guys all start clapping, and I can’t believe what I am seeing. I never would have thought. “Huh… answer me you weak little fucking maggot. Answer Me!” She is screaming at this point. Her whole body vibrating with loathing hate. She has tears and snot running down her face, and if looks could kill, she would.

  “I asked you a question fucker… Or are you that much of a pussy?” She is so determined to get an answer that she reaches forward and grabs his neck. She won’t let him spit out anything remaining in his mouth.

  “Swallow that fucking eye, you motherfucker,” she screams with disgust.

  My mouth has fallen open and I go to lean toward her but I am restrained again. They all shake their head no. My mouth is open in disbelief.

  She is choking him. She releases him and goes to stand up. She turns and notices us all standing there. She looks at me. Tears running down her face and starts to come to me when all of a sudden, Hedrick jumps up and grabs her from behind. She goes ballistic, takes and reaches behind her and grabs his neck and flips him up and over. We all hear his neck pop. He lands on a chair that is broken and a piece of the wood lodges in his back and up through his chest. She stops and freezes on the spot. I reach forward and snatch her up in my arms. I take her out the front door and sit with her in my lap.

  I croon to her as she sobs. “It’s gonna be okay, beautiful, it’s gonna be okay.” I repeat this over and over. I get on the phone and call Dog to get out here. I tell him to make sure no one is watching what or where he is going.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Three months later - Jax’s Point of View

  Things are a mess for a while after we get Ria back. Once she calms down and takes stock of everything, she totally melts down. She has gone back into counseling for the time being. We are working on our relationship and she realizes what all has gone on. We are moving on with us though.

  It’s Saturday night and I got off work just a little early. I have the ring I bought three months ago. I plan on asking her to marry me tonight. I pull into the driveway and I see Trent’s bike in the driveway, as well as a car I don’t recognize. I shake my head, just praying that nothing bad is going on. My woman deserves good.

  I walk in the back door and take off my boots as I go into the kitchen. There I see Trent and Pete with Pete’s supervisor. Conversation stops when I step inside. Trent gets up and shakes my hand. “Brother,” I say. “How have you all been?”

  “Good, stopped by with these two. Grand jury said it was self-defense and any and all investigations are done. Pete’s supervisor tells us all that it had been happening for years. At least two generations that they know of. They have found some of the girls taken. Some they found the remains of.”

  “Will you be in town for a little while, Trent?” I ask him.

  “Actually, we will be. About twenty of us are staying out at the compound with Dog and his crew. Hope you both will come out for a cookout tomorrow?” he says.

  I grin. “We’ve already been told to be there.”

  He smiles as they all get up. “See you tomorrow then.” He goes over and gives Ria a big hug. “Love you, kid. See you tomorrow,” he tells her.

  I get up and walk them to the door, telling them all goodnight. I walk back in and Ria is taking dinner out of the oven. It smells good too. She sets lasagna on the table with a salad and homemade yeast rolls. She sets sweet tea and both plates. We eat and discuss how things are going at the salon since she’s been back. She only went back a month ago.

  “I’m glad you talked me into going back. No one has brought anything up and I like being back on my normal routine. Now if only Debbie would talk to me. I miss her. I miss my best friend. She sent me a letter with Trent. Says she loves me, but she needs to do whatever this is, on her own,” I tell him with a sniffle.

  We clean up and I walk up behind her, grab her around the waist, and start kissing her on her neck. I didn’t know how much a person could mean to me until I met her. She turns in my arms and slips her arms around me. “I love you, you know that, right?” I tell her.

  “I know. I love you too. More than you could ever imagine,” she tells me with a big bright smile on her face. I get down on the kitchen floor and bring the ring out. “Marry me. Be my wife, and I promise to love you for the rest of our lives.”

  She is nodding her head yes, with tears running down her face and the biggest silliest grin ever.

  I lean down and put the ring on her finger. She stares at it for a long time, twisting and turning her hand under the light to see all the sparkles. It’s a one-and-a-half carat princess cut diamond. I pick her up and take her upstairs to get ready for bed.

  We are in the shower and she goes down to her knees. She is
running her hands up and down my body and each sweep gets closer to my dick. She needs to get there soon before I take over. I grip her hair and lead her face to where I want her. She runs her tongue up and down my shaft. She leans in and swallows me whole all the way to the back of her throat. I am in heaven when she does this. She has very little gag reflex, so I can pound into her mouth as fast as I want. She reaches down and slides her hand between her legs.

  “No, that’s my pleasure to give. I want that cunt tonight, all for myself.” It’s mine. She looks at me with a pout on her face. I just smile at her. She takes her fingers and plays with my balls, moving her mouth up and down my shaft. She has it lubricated from her mouth. She slowly and gently runs her teeth against the skin of my dick, and I erupt into her mouth. No warning, just there. I shove my dick all the way in her mouth for her to swallow my load. She eases off and makes a popping sound when she releases my dick. Still on her knees, she gazes at me with total devotion.

  I lean down, hands under her arms and sweep her up. My dick is still hard and always is around her. I back her up against the shower wall, align my cock to her pussy, and in it goes. It’s like a homing device, always knows where it belongs. I start moving with slow small soothing strokes in and out of her pussy. God, she is so fucking tight, and always clamps down on my dick. She is mewling as I lean in and catch her mouth. I pick up some speed going in and out of that juicy cunt. I can feel her clasp, tighter and tighter with each thrust. I am almost there again, and I know she is too. She was all primed for me while she was giving me a blowjob. She loves giving me oral but isn’t much on receiving. I want to change that. I love her taste, sweet creamy peaches. She breaks from my mouth screaming through her climax as I attach my mouth to her neck and bite down.

  As we come down off of our sexual high, she removes her legs from around my waist and slides down to the shower floor.

  “I love you, Jax, more than you could possibly know,” she says with the deepest feeling coming from her mouth.

  “I love you too, beautiful, from the bottom of my soul.”