by Bella Jewel
And inside the basement, I found a girl, chained up on the ground to big chains connecting to a wall. The stench down here is out of this world. She’s covered in her own urine and god knows what else. She’s naked and has nothing more than a pot on the ground and a worn-out mattress on the floor. Judging by the marks on her body, she’s been used for sex. Fingerprint marks, not beatings.
She was fully gagged when I found her, and for a few moments, I stood in shock, just staring at her, then I rushed over and pulled her gag off. There was so much crying and begging, and she finally told me that she was taken on vacation a year ago and kept as a sex slave down here. My heart sunk, and everything in the room started spinning. Clay’s uncle is buying sex slaves and using them? Is she the only one, or are there more?
Is he selling them, too?
“What’s your name?” I ask the girl after she’s begged me, yet again, to get her out of here.
“My name is Ellie, Ellie Peterson. Please, you have to let me out. Don’t let him come back down here and hurt me again. Please.”
My heart feels like it’s going to fall out of my chest. I know better than anyone that if I try to get her out now, I’ll get caught, my father will find out, and everything will blow up. Which also means I’ll suffer severe consequences. Severe. But at the same time, I can’t leave this poor girl down here alone in the hands of a monster.
“I can’t get you out now. If I do, I’ll probably never leave this house either.”
A very real possibility.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, don’t leave me here.”
“I’ll get help, okay. I’ll find a way. I promise. But I can’t do it now. I can’t ...”
She starts crying, deep, heavy sobs, and my whole body aches. I want to find a way to get these chains off her and get her out, but I know I can’t. I know this more than I can even begin to explain. Still, that doesn’t make it any easier. It means, because of the monster I live with, that I have to walk out of here and know that this girl will spend more time being abused and tortured.
Any normal person would just call the police right now.
But I’m not normal.
And I know the risks that would bring.
For the first time, I feel as big of a monster as the man who raised me.
A heartless, cruel monster.
“I’ll find help, I have to go,” I whisper, and turn and rush out.
I run out of the basement, careful to leave everything just the way it was, and then rush out of the main bedroom and back down the halls and into the living room where Carl and his Uncle are chatting closely about something. They both look up when I walk in.
“That took ages,” Carl mutters.
“Sorry,” I whisper. “I told you my stomach was upset.”
“Take that girl home,” his uncle snaps. “I don’t need to be getting sick. And tell your father to contact me, as soon as possible, will you?”
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Get her out of here, boy.”
Carl stands, shooting me an angry glare, like it’s all my fault that whatever they were just doing was interrupted. If I was actually sick, I’d feel a whole lot worse now.
“Don’t come near me if you’re sick,” Carl growls, walking past me.
I turn and glance at his uncle, and for a moment, our eyes lock. And I could swear, he knows that I know. Does he? I move my eyes away from his after a few moments when Carl snaps my name, and I turn and rush out.
If he knows, will that girl survive another night?
Or will he remove her, just in case?
Was that my only chance to free Ellie Peterson?
And did I run out without even trying?
Guilt swarms my chest as I walk out the front door.
But even then, I don’t turn back.
More fearful for myself than for the poor innocent girl in the basement.
Monster.
Just like him.
Just like he always wanted.
-17-
NOW – CHARLIE
“We found the address and matched it to the description you gave us for Slater,” Malakai tells me when I get back to the cabin after my talk with Scarlett.
“You did?” I ask, heart pounding.
If I’m wrong about this, if Slater isn’t really against my father, then I could end up dead, because the clubs involvement will become clear and everyone could go down, including me. And these people, they’ve become somewhat like family to me. The idea of losing them because of incorrect information makes me more than anxious.
Hell, Slater might not even have anything to do with my father anymore. He might have finally broken free and gotten away, though I’m guessing that isn’t the case. He worked too closely to it all. I don’t see it being something that he could just walk away from. Hell, nobody just walks away from Benjamin Masters. Once you’re in with him, even behind bars, he makes sure you stay that way.
“Okay,” I say, rubbing my arms and avoiding Koda, who is staring right at me. His eyes intense. I don’t know what he’s trying to see but he’s not going to get any further answers from me.
He wants them. I know he does. They all do.
The further they dig, the more they want to know about my father and the operation he runs. I’ll give them what they need to know.
But to Koda, I won’t give a thing.
Not right now.
Not until he shows me something in return.
“You sure you’re okay to come?” Malakai asks, studying me.
I swallow, because I’m nervous. Like I said, if I’m wrong and Slater actually is loyal to my father, he’s going to likely give information and they’ll find me a whole lot quicker. That scares me. So bad. But, it’s the only chance we have, and I’m not going to live in fear like this forever.
And the club doesn’t deserve to, either.
“Yes. If I’m right, I’ll be the only one he would even consider speaking to. I know the kind of business my father runs, I know what the consequences are if Slater was to get caught. I have to ask, and I’m sure he will, too. What’s in it for him?”
Malakai looks to Koda, then to Maverick, and then to me. “Freedom. I’ll make sure of it.”
I smile, warmly. “That’s kind. Thank you.”
“He helps us, we help him. That’s how we roll. Speakin’ of rollin’, let’s get goin’. We need to go and speak to him.”
“The disguise,” Scarlett says, coming out of the cabin with a bag in her hand. “I have all kinds of things that I use on tour. All kinds. Here.” She pulls out a brunette wig and hands it to me. I stare at it, then at her.
“Seriously?”
She raises her brows. “Yes, seriously. We can’t risk you getting caught. Trust me. Put it on, it’s real, and it’s super comfy.”
I scowl at the wig, and the little sock looking thing she gives me to put on my head. I lean down and bunch my hair up, pulling the little sock over my head. I no doubt look terrible, but whatever. I take the wig and pull it on, letting the thick brown waves flow over my shoulders, then I look to Scarlett. Her eyes widen. “Dang, girl. I thought you looked hot as a red head, but you look super smokin’ as a brunette, too.”
“Fuck yeah,” Maverick mutters. “Nice.”
I flush and glance at Koda, who is staring at me with an expression that makes me want to jump his bones. God, why does he have to look so incredibly gorgeous, and be such a dick?
“Glasses, a scarf.” Scarlett smiles, throwing two more items at me.
I pull on the sunglasses and wrap the scarf around my neck. Then I put my hands out to the side. “Well? What do you think?”
“You’re a new woman.” She claps. “It’s not fool proof, but better to be a little safe than very sorry.”
She’s right about that.
“Okay, let’s get moving,” Malakai says. “Koda, you ride with us.”
We make our way to Malakai’s truck and climb in. I get in the back, thankful t
he windows are really tinted. Then we start making our way into town. It’s been a while since I’ve been in here, well, okay, it hasn’t been that long, but with everything that has happened, it sure feels like it. Butterflies flutter around in my stomach at the sheer thought of this going wrong.
I try not to think too much on it and just zone out. Malakai and Koda chat in the front, and every now and then they glance at me in the rearview mirror. They know I’m nervous, but what they don’t know is that I’m not only nervous but terrified. I’m terrified of making the wrong call and putting the whole club in danger.
“Here,” Malakai says, after about half an hour of driving.
The old house I remember from the few times I came here when I was younger hasn’t changed. It has aged, sure, and the white paint that was once bright has now faded. But otherwise, the two-story home surrounded by lush gardens is still the same. I wonder if Slater ever found anyone? I never knew if he had a family or not. He rarely spoke, and when he did it was purely to say what needed to be said and that was all.
“Ready?” Koda asks, looking back at me.
I nod, and the two men get out of the car first, glancing around, before encouraging me out. I’m shaking as I climb out. Every movie I’ve ever seen about people being shot from a distance comes crashing into my mind, and I nervously look around. I take a step closer to Koda, not realizing I’m doing it until my hand curls around his arm and he jerks a little. I let him go quickly and step back. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I ... I just started imagining getting shot.”
His eyes fall to mine, and I see something very real in them for a second before he shuts it down. Instead, he surprises me by stepping closer and curling an arm around my waist, wedging me to his side. I could still get shot, of course, but it makes me feel a whole lot safer. And that’s nice.
We walk up to the front door of Slater’s home and Malakai knocks. We wait for a few long minutes, and I swallow, wondering if maybe he’s not home. It’s a possibility, of course. But, after a few minutes, the door opens and a familiar face appears. Slater wasn’t a great deal older than me when I was a teenager, probably in his early twenties. He’s now somewhere in his thirties.
And equally as breathtaking.
I’ve not seen many men like him. So utterly terrifying, and yet you can’t look away from the dark pits of his eyes.
Black as the night.
Skin olive.
Hair long and thick, flowing in messy waves around his shoulders.
Dark eyebrows, one with a scar running through, that continues a little way down the side of his face.
Big lips.
Huge body, muscled and tattooed.
Completely empty soul.
He doesn’t say anything, he just looks at the three of us, his eyes mostly moving from Malakai, to Koda, back to Malakai again. They’re not wearing their jackets, but they’re big men, scary, and intimidating. Though, I’m certain not much intimidates Slater.
“Slater,” I say, deciding to make the first move, considering nobody else seems to want to. “I don’t know if you remember me, but ... well ... you probably do remember me. I just ...”
I’m faltering. I’m scared. Terrified as soon as I tell him who I am he’ll do something crazy and I’ll end up in my father’s hands. Hell, he might even decide to kill me himself and get the money.
I take a shaky breath.
Koda and Malakai are here.
“It’s me,” I say softly. “Charlene.”
Slater’s eyes finally move to me, and he stares at me. Of course he can’t see much, I’m decked out. So, slowly, I remove the sunglasses, the scarf, and the wig, letting my red hair flow down and around my shoulders.
“I need your help.”
For a moment, he just stares at me, and my heart is racing so hard I feel it pounding against my ribcage. Malakai has his hand near his back pocket, no doubt ready to pull a gun if need be.
“You got a death wish, kid?” Slater rumbles, his voice exactly as I remember.
Husky and a little broken.
But he always called me kid.
Always.
I smile, and my lips tremble. “It would appear I do, yes, but you’re the only person who might be able to help me. Can we come in?”
Slater looks to Malakai, then Koda. “I’ll let you in, when you tell me what the fuck you’re doin’ hangin’ out with members of the Iron Fury MC.”
How in the hell did he know that?
Oh, God.
Does my father already know where I am?
“Does he know already?” I stammer. “Oh, God. He does. We need to ...”
“Calm down,” Slater orders, voice hard. “He don’t know shit. I know who they are. If you’re here to cause problems, fuckin’ don’t.”
Malakai studies Slater then shakes his head. “Care about this girl. Want her safe. Not here to cause problems, unless you’ve got a problem to cause.”
Slater, and his hard face, holds Malakai’s stare for a while, then he nods and steps back, letting us inside.
We move to the living room and sit at a round dining table. Slater does not sit. He stands. I imagine men like Slater rarely sit.
From this chair, he looks even more intimidating.
He’s huge.
“What do you want?” he demands, voice gruff.
“I want your help,” I tell him. “I might be wrong, really, really wrong, but I have a feeling you and my father aren’t working together because you’re loyal to him. I have a feeling you’re there because you have to be. I always felt it. I always saw the way you looked at him. Because of that, I’m hoping ... we’re hoping ... that you’ll help us take him down.”
Slater grunts. “You lost your mind, kid? You know how powerful Shanks is. He ain’t gettin’ taken down anytime soon.”
“Yes, but we have a plan ...,” I protest.
“Like the last fuckin’ plan you had?” he growls.
I shrink into my seat. Because my last plan got my father locked away, but not forever. Now we’re back to square one.
“I was afraid, I had no other way. It’s different now. I’m never going to live in peace until he’s taken down and his operation with him.”
“And how,” Slater growls, “the fuck, do you think you’re goin’ to do that?”
“You’re goin’ to,” Malakai says. “You agree to help us, we’ll give you whatever the fuck you want. The plan is simple; we start a war with someone bigger by double crossing Shanks. Cartel, Mafia, I don’t fuckin’ care. We make it look like he’s fucked them over. They’ll do the dirty work for us.”
Slater glares at Malakai.
The room becomes tense.
“You want your freedom,” Koda finally speaks. “Can see it in your eyes. Whatever the fuck that piece of shit had, or has, over you, it’s eaten you alive and taken every piece of you with it. You want freedom, we give you freedom.”
“How the fuck you think you can give me freedom?” Slater growls.
Koda grins, but it’s cold, and so damned certain.
“We patch you in.”
For a moment, everyone in the room goes silent. I’m quite shocked, because I didn’t expect those words to come out of Koda’s mouth. Patch him in. That’s a big deal—huge, even. Getting patched into the club, that’s everything. It isn’t something they take lightly.
I glance at Malakai who is staring at Koda, the look on his face furious. He’s the president, and Koda just stepped over the line in a big way.
“Yeah?” Slater says, his voice gruff.
Everyone turns and looks to him.
“Not sure it’s up to him,” Malakai grinds out. “Don’t know you. Don’t trust you yet. What makes you think I’d want to patch you in to my club?”
Slater looks to me, then crosses his arms. “Obviously, her life matters to you or you wouldn’t be here. Which means you’re negotiable. You knew I wouldn’t do it for nothin’, you’re not that fuckin’ stupid. Been tied into Shanks�
� world for far too fuckin’ long, and I have my reasons for it. What I do not have is a way out. I do what you ask, I earn your trust, I want in to your club. I want freedom. And I want your help.”
Malakai stares at the big man. “My club is my family, my fuckin’ life. You understand I can’t just patch anyone in without first knowin’ they’re trustworthy. and there for life. You tellin’ me you’d be there for life, loyal, have our backs? Because right fuckin’ now, you’re not showin’ a great deal of loyalty to Shanks.”
Ouch.
I even flinch at that one, because we want Slater’s help, we don’t want to push him further away. Koda glares at Malakai, but Malakai holds Slater’s eyes. Watching. Studying. No doubt learning.
“You ever loved somethin’ so fuckin’ hard your soul belongs to it?”
Slater’s words shock me. One, because he rarely says anything outside of whatever subject he’s on, and two, because he has never spoken about anything that matters to him. I figured my father had something on him, obviously. Because he wouldn’t be sticking around if he didn’t, but what that is, I’m not entirely sure.
Malakai nods, because of course he has. He loves Amalie and would lay down his life for her.
“Then imagine losing it, but it not being fully gone, fuckin’ imagine, for one second, livin’ over a fuckin’ decade wonderin’ where the fuck that person is, if they’re alive, and what kind of hell they’ve been livin’ in, because some filthy motherfucker took them from you.”
My heart breaks. I knew whatever Slater was working with my father for was deep, I just didn’t realize it went that deep.
“So, I’m not fuckin’ free. I’m with him because he’s the only fuckin’ person who has information. He knows it. I know it. And he knows I’ll never fuckin’ step away until he gives me what I need. Only he’s not fuckin’ givin’ it to me, knowin’ full well I’ll never stop until I find her. But I’m tired, I’m a fuckin’ slave and I’m tired. I want out. I’ll find her on my own. Can’t just get out, as you fuckin’ know. Need protection. Need someone to have my back. Your club, you can give me that. But don’t, fuckin’ don’t, ever question my fuckin’ loyalty again.”
