by K E Osborn
Me: I’m so excited for you. You have to come and visit soon when Danger has a break in his schedule. But for now, I have to get ready to go on stage. I love your face whorebag and I’ll talk to you soon.
I put my phone away as Vin walks around the back and gives me a smile. “Hey, Skye darling, you’re up.”
Nodding, I place my bag in my booth and look at him. “Thanks, Vin,” I say grabbing my lipstick and quickly applying another coat. I pucker my lips and throw the lipstick in the booth, taking a deep breath preparing myself for another night of work. Turning to look at myself in the mirror, I stare at my reflection. I’m pretty, I know that. I could do more with my life than fucking stripping - I know that too. I wish I didn’t have to do this. I wish there were another way. I’m so sick of being a stripper and a club girl, but I really like Stealth and he’s the only reason I am sticking around. Before he showed up, I was thinking of bailing on the club, trying to go it on my own without them. But he gives me a reason to stay.
Taking a deep breath, I look down at my thin lacy robe and walk up to the back of stage one and up behind the podium. I can see Beats sitting in his booth over to the side of the stage and I nod at him. He starts the music and the RnB tones of Enemy by The Weeknd filter through the sound system as I glide through the beads.
The sexy rhythm flows over the speakers as I strut out onto the stage in my six inch clear pumps. The place is nearly dead as I run my hands sexily up my half naked body and sway my hips to the hypnotic music. Strutting my way up to the front of the stage, I notice an old guy eyeing me with a dirty great big smirk. At least, someone is enjoying the show. Bending down at my hips, I slide my hand up my leg and then up my side as I come back up swaying to the music as it reverbs through Strapless.
I fucking hate doing this, but I need the money, so I do what I have to. Reaching out for the pole next to me, I run my hand up and down the cool metal and walk around it in a sexy strut as the old man ogles me from the booth. My leg comes up and wraps around the pole, and I swing around in a circle in time to the beat of the music, extending my arm out gracefully. Coming to a stop, I move from the pole and slide part of my robe off my shoulder. The old guy moves forward in his seat and rearranges his cock in his pants.
Dirty old fucker!
The front door opens and some men walk in wearing expensive suits, their ponytails don’t match their designer outfits, but a smile crosses my face thinking of the big tips they might bring in. As they step in and look around the bar spreading out, an eerie sensation washes over me. A shudder runs down my spine as I take in their Mexican appearance.
Swallowing hard, I shrug out of my robe and it cascades to the floor leaving me in just my underwear and bra. I kick the robe off toward the back of the stage. The old man grins happily and moves forward even further as I turn to see one of the Mexicans talking to Vin. My heart is racing in my chest. I’m pretty sure these guys aren’t just patrons. Something is happening, and I have no idea if I should turn and run or keep going. I figure running will only heighten the situation, so I grab the pole and hoist myself up flipping upside down and wrapping my legs around the top. As I spin around the old guy cheers, then a thud reverberates over to me. Snapping my head around, I watch a Mexican banging Vin’s head down into the bar.
Gasping, I quickly lower myself down and stand up as Aimie screams and rushes over to Vin. A Mexican pushes her to the floor as Jess, Jodi and Emma all stop and turn to look too. The old man turns, and as Vin falls to the floor my heart gallops in my chest. The old man stands up and tries to walk out, but one of the Mexicans walks up right near my stage standing in front of him.
“I can’t let you leave, gringo.”
My body tenses as the old man shakes his head and starts to back up toward the booth. “But I won’t say anything to the cops I swear.”
“Can’t take that chance esé.” The Mexican pulls out a gun, aims it right at the old man’s forehead, and pulls the trigger. A loud bang resounds through the club over the music. I scream loudly, my hands move to my mouth as I watch blood burst from the back of his head all over the booth while his body falls limply to the floor. My entire body is shaking, and right now the only thing going through my head is one simple word.
Run!
I turn and start to bolt, but a hand wraps around my ankle and pulls me. My body collapses out from under me, and I fall face first straight onto the stage floor. My head smacks right into the metal pole. The pain radiates through my temple as I groan on the floor of the stage, and I’m dragged to the edge in a dazed state.
“Trying to run, little lamb? You have nowhere to go. You’re ours now, you club slut!”
STEALTH’S POV
We’re all still in a partying mood and with all the girls out tonight at Strapless, my brothers and I are sitting around the bonfire pretty much just drinking.
“No, seriously guys… a Right Whale’s cock can be two point seven metres long, beating out an elephant’s at two metres,” Techie announces and I wonder how the fuck we got onto this topic of conversation.
“Better it beating out an elephant than beating off an elephant,” Crash jokes and we all laugh.
“Animals are Gods, Gods are caliph,” Jigsaw announces and we all look at him and raise our eyebrows in confusion.
“Right, you high again, motherfucker?” Lookout asks and Jigsaw chuckles.
“Perchance,” he says with a wicked smirk, and we all chuckle as an alert sounds on Techie’s tablet.
We all continue to snicker as Techie checks the alert, his face drops and he turns pale white. “Fuck me,” Techie murmurs.
“With a whale or elephant cock?” Crash jokes and we all laugh as Techie shakes his head and turns his tablet around to show us.
I glance casually at the screen, but when my eyes register the picture, my stomach churns and bile lurches into my throat as I stand up dramatically. My heart races, as I breathe harshly out of my nose and run my hand through my hair, as the other guys all stand up too and look closer at the picture. It’s of Skye, on her bloodied knees, in only her underwear. Her hands are tied behind her back, blood oozing from her forehead and a ball gag in her mouth.
Turning my back to them, as my heart is pounding so fast and my mind is racing a million miles a minute, I start to pace. Swinging back around, I glare at Techie. “Who the fuck has her?”
He shakes his head turning the screen back to himself and pressing buttons on the touch screen. He shakes his head. “I-I don’t know.”
“We need to get her back. Damn it, Techie. Trace where it came from or something!” I yell, gaining the attention of our other brothers.
He merely nods, not even looking up from the screen, and continues to furrow his brows and shake his head. “Fuck, they’re covering their tracks too well, the IP address is bouncing all over the place. I can’t pinpoint it.”
Groaning in frustration, I tug at my hair as my breaths come in short and shallow. Chops and Mad Dog walk over and the Prez furrows his brows. “What the fuck is going on over here?”
“Someone has Skye. She’s pretty messed up, Prez. We gotta get her back,” I beg and he squints at me and nods slightly.
“Let me see,” he asks and Techie shows him the message.
He huffs and clenches his jaw. “Reply to the message asking what they want.”
Techie nods hurriedly typing away as I inwardly crumble. The wait feels like a fucking eternity but is in actuality only mere seconds when the answer comes through.
“It says, your guns and drugs off the streets,” Techie responds lackluster, and Mad Dog throws his hands in the air and groans. Picking up the nearest deck chair, he throws it across the ground, it smashes into a tree and disintegrates. The sight would normally have me on edge, but I couldn’t be more worked up than I already am.
The Cartel have Skye.
Doing God knows what to her.
And I have no idea where to find her, or how to bring her home.
Mad Dog exh
ales running his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “She’s just one girl.”
Every inch of me pauses and looks at Mad Dog. My heart stops beating, I stop breathing and for a moment, I think a part of me actually dies. Time stands still as I take in what he’s saying to me, ‘She’s just one girl.’ Shaking my head, I storm up to him and flare my nostrils as I glare with stern harshness at him. My knuckles crack like gunfire from my clenched fists held tightly by my sides. If ever there was ever a time I wanted to punch Mad Dog, now is it. “What the fuck do you mean, she’s just one girl? You’re being ridiculous. This is Skye’s life we’re talking about here. You can’t just throw her to the wolves!”
Mad Dog slumps his body as my bottom lip trembles with pure anger. “Techie, write back, one girl isn’t worth it.”
My stomach sinks to the floor and I feel like I want to be physically sick. I stumble on the spot as a fuzz and dizziness hits me thinking he’s just sealed Skye’s death sentence. Hot tears prick my eyes as a furious anger surges through me. I stand up straight and rush toward Mad Dog, grabbing his cut and staring in his face. “Bring. Her. Home!” I grate each word and as I do spittle flies out of my mouth.
Mad Dog doesn’t try to get me off him or make anyone else remove me. He accepts that I’m hurting and lets me manhandle him. He looks to Techie, who’s staring between Mad Dog and me with a concerned squint and a pale face. “Send the message, Techie. Send it now,” Mad Dog dictates. My entire body clenches tight in agony and I let Mad Dog go, hunching over grabbing my knees just trying to catch a breath that won’t come.
“I’m sorry, Stealth. She was a good club girl,” Mad Dog murmurs patting my back.
“Don’t you talk about her! Don’t you ever even say her name!” I somehow manage to spit through my staggered and harsh breaths.
I vaguely hear a ping, but I’m trying so hard not to pass out that I don’t bother looking up.
Skye is going to die and it’s all Mad Dog’s fault.
“Umm… Prez, you’re going to want to see this,” Techie announces gaining my attention.
“What the fuck now?” Mad Dog asks and then I hear a grunt like he’s displeased. So I find the strength to stand up straight even though I wobble slightly and look over toward Techie.
“Fuck!” Mad Dog yells picking up a plank of wood for the bonfire and throwing it narrowly missing Crash.
“What?” I ask and Techie turns the tablet to show me a picture of all our club girls bound and gagged kneeling on the floor, the message under it saying, ‘You took our girls, so we took yours.’
“Mad Dog, we have to get them back! Just agree to their terms and we can figure something out,” Chops advises sounding sensible for once.
“Surely you can’t let all of them die, Prez?” I ask hoping he’ll come around now, and this will actually be a blessing in disguise.
Mad Dog huffs and nods. “Techie, just give them the okay. Give us the girls back in one piece and we’ll find profits along other avenues.”
Techie nods, turning his tablet back around and types away. My heart beats even faster at the thought that maybe I might get Skye back. I hope like fuck they haven’t hurt her in any way, because I’m going to fucking kill the bastards myself if I get my hands on them.
A ping sounds and we all look up waiting for Techie to relay the message. “It’s an address and a time. Fifteen minutes, Prez. That’s about how long it will take to get to the location,” Techie announces.
“Let’s move. Penetrator, you stay back here with Sentinel, keep an eye on the place. Call us if anything happens. This could be a trap and they want us all to willingly leave the clubhouse,” I hear Mad Dog mention as I rush off in the distance. I need to get to the meet, I need to get to Skye.
I’m waiting on my Hog, lid done up and rearing to go by the time Mad Dog and Chops make it to the compound. I’m breathing so fast I feel a little like I’m hyperventilating, but I need to keep my cool. If I lose my head in this, it could be harmful to Skye, and I can’t let that happen.
Mad Dog and Chops finally get on their rides, and Mad Dog takes off out of the compound alongside Techie, and I pull out behind them. Our brothers all fall in flank and at my six and Chops pulls up the back door with Crash following in the cage to bring the girls home.
Normally the wind flicking in my face is calming, soothing in a way, but tonight it grates on me and reminds me that Skye is being held captive and I’m not there to help her. We should have known there would be repercussions from taking out the Ingratos. Maybe the Cartel don’t care so much about the Ingratos, but it seems they care about us taking away their ‘skill sets.’ Well, I’m still glad we got those women out, we just need to rescue our women now.
Pulling up in an undercover carpark of an abandoned building, there’s broken glass everywhere and basically the place is a dive. No one ever comes here except maybe homeless people. As we all ride in further, we see José standing in the middle of the car park with three other guys and a big cage.
Our Hogs all slide to a halt and we jump off as quickly as we can, we’re sitting ducks while they have the advantage. Pulling our pieces out, we all stand around as José and his Mexicans leer at us, shaking their heads. Mad Dog rushes forward. His fist clenched tightly, bringing it up to smack José right in the nose, but he blocks the punch grabbing Mad Dog’s arm, pulling it upward and making Mad Dog fall harshly to his knees. We all aim our guns right at José as he lets go of Mad Dog, who falls flat on his stomach to the ground. Breathing harshly, Chops walks over and helps Mad Dog up off the ground as José puts his arms up in surrender with a smirk.
“Touch me again you fucking Mexican scum, and I’ll put a bullet right between your eyes!” Mad Dog sneers through gritted teeth.
José smirks. “Try to punch me again Mad Dog and I’ll put a bullet in your cock.”
Mad Dog grunts exhaling and wipes the dirt off his cut. “Where’s my girls?”
José clicks his fingers and Manuel, his lackey, opens the cage door. The girls all file out one by one, wearing only their underwear. Their hands are untied and their mouths free of ball gags. Gritting my teeth as my jaw clenches hard, I search frantically with my eyes for any sight of Skye. She finally steps out of the cage and my heart thumps back into gear, but then stops again at the sight of congealed blood on her forehead. She glances over to me and I furrow my brows at her. She half-smiles to let me know she’s okay, and I take in a deep breath as my heart starts its normal rhythm once more.
“Now we need your word. No more guns and drugs. Then you can have your whores.” José looks at Mad Dog and tilts his head waiting for a response.
Mad Dog flares his nostrils and stands taller. I’m almost waiting for him to tell José to get fucked and for this to end in a shootout, but he shakes his head slightly and slumps his shoulders. “Fine! You win asshole. But tell me… who is your employer?”
José smiles and moves his head to the side. “Ah, all in good time, Mad Dog. You’ll meet him if and when you need to… for now, though, have your whores. As for your little indiscretion with the Ingratos… we’ll let you have that one. You need a win. Hopefully, we will never have to meet again.”
“Here’s hoping arsehole.”
Manuel pushes the girls forward and they all start to rush toward us. Skye comes straight to me and I grab her pulling her behind me as she wraps her hands around my waist. Having her hands on me is the best feeling I’ve had in a long while. The thought of losing her earlier scared the shit out of me, and now having her back means so much.
“Oh, and one more thing… if you cross us, this will happen to more of you!” José pulls his gun from his holster at lightning speed and pulls the trigger. Aimie screams out in pain as she falls to the ground blood pissing from her calf as she rolls around on the ground. Jess runs to her side as Mad Dog pulls out his gun aiming it at José. I tense up, but Chops grabs Mad Dog’s arm and pulls it down stopping him from shooting José, the bullet firing off into the
dirt.
“What the fuck, Chops?” Mad Dog asks trying to bring his arm back up with the gun, but Chops is holding it down.
“Smart boy, Chops,” José taunts.
“Mad Dog, leave it. Walk away,” Chops begs and for once, I think he’s right.
Mad Dog shakes his head and grunts. “But we outnumber them?”
Chops pushes Mad Dog making him look at him. “You seek my council as your VP? Right now… I’m telling you to leave it.”
Mad Dog glares at Chops, but puts his gun away as we all take a relieved breath. José and his men all turn walking to their cages. “Have a good life, Mad Dog,” José calls out.
“Fuck you, arsehole,” Mad Dog yells back.
“Oh, that reminds me, you might want to send someone to check on Vinnie at Strapless, he was a little… under the weather when we left him.” José then hops in his cage, and the hum of the engine starts as he drives off leaving a wave of destruction behind.
“Fuck me! Lookout, go check on Vin and Strapless, let’s pray that they haven’t torched the place,” Mad Dog orders. He nods, racing to his bike. I turn looking at Skye and grab her shoulders to feel her trembling.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She nods as her eyes water and her bottom lip trembles. “I am now that I’m with you.”
I swallow hard and pull her to me embracing her tightly. Her warmth wraps around me and jasmine invades my senses. All I want to do is take her back to my room and take care of her. I pull back and look at her wound on her forehead and wince.
“Who did this to you? Was it José?” I ask running my finger softly over the wound.
She shakes her head. “No, it was one of his lackeys. But I’m okay, really. Just please… don’t let go of me tonight.”
I nod and pull her in pressing my lips to hers, finally tasting her cherry flavor that I’ve needed since I knew she was taken.
