by Avelyn Paige
“Hey, we don’t know anything yet. Dani is a ballbuster so you know she won’t give up easily. She’ll fight him to survive..”.”
A knock comes from the door, and I turn to see Voodoo standing there with a piece of paper in his hands.
“I think I might have found them. There’s a cabin listed for an Amos Michael Williams up near Lake Arrowhead. It’s a long shot, but I thought you might want to check it out.”
Grabbing the map from his hands, Raze and I bolt past him. As Raze calls in the cavalry, I head straight to my bike and pull my guns out of my saddle bag. Before Raze or any of the guys can meet me, I fire up my bike and tear out of the parking lot. I need to get to Dani. I just hope it’s not too late.
“Did you miss me, little princess?” he whispers in my ear before jerking me up from the floor and into his arms. His fingers gently play with my blood-covered hair as his nose presses against the side of my face. “You know I missed you, Dani,” he says, inhaling my scent.
His ear passes my mouth as he continues to rub his face all over mine. Lashing out, I bite his ear and pull, trying to Mike Tyson his Evander Holyfield ass. Mikey screams as his blood pours into my mouth while I stay latched onto his ear. He violently shoves me away as he cups his bleeding ear.
“You stupid bitch. I was trying to be nice to you, but you had to fuck that up like always. I was planning on being a complete gentleman with you, Dani, but now you’ve fucking pissed me off so nice is no longer on the fucking menu. You’ll pay for your attempt to disfigure me, bitch.”
Spitting his blood on the floor, I crazily laugh at him. His idea of nice would be to rape me slowly while the other two assholes watched then let them have their turns. Mikey isn’t nice. He’s a fucking animal that thinks no is the new yes. He gets off on torturing his victims. He may not know it, but I know all about the skeletons in his closet. I was the one who told his dad about finding him lurking in my room at night, watching me sleep. Bob disowned him for his obsession over me. Mikey’s hate for his own fathered clouded his vision to the point that he branded me the reason for his shitty existence and for his parents splitting up. He placed the blamed solely on me instead of himself for killing my family. In his mind, he was justified in their murder because they stood in his way from taking the only thing he’s ever wanted in his life. Me.
“You’re so fucking delusional, Mikey. If your version of nice is murdering my mother and your father because they wouldn’t let you play deluded step-sister-fuck-time, then I’d hate to see what your version of angelic would be. Slaughtering puppies? Oh, wait! I know. Sweet and innocent Mikey would likely gang rape an elderly woman. Am I right? Feeling a little necrophilia coming on, Mikey?”
He charges toward me and slaps me across my face, sending me flying backward just before he jumps on top of me, his hips straddling my stomach. I can feel his erection digging into my flesh as he holds me down when I realize this sick fuck is getting off on me fighting back against him. I just need to keep him talking long enough to distract him. If I keep running my mouth, he’ll prolong raping me. Hopefully he’ll smack me around hard enough a few times so that I will pass out from the pain before Mikey’s grand finale. Knowing what’s likely to come will be so much better for me if I were unconscious or dead. Truth be told, death was looking pretty good right now. It would be easier than living with the scars and memories of what he did or will do to me.
“Do you feel that, princess?” he says while grinding his erection into me. “This is what you do to me. That smart ass mouth of yours and that fucking body has driven me wild since your whore of a mother married my father. I beat off every single night to the thought of you on your knees servicing me while my dad and your mom watched. “
My stomach begins to retch. I knew he fantasized about me, but his verbalization throws me off more than I had anticipated. The vision of what he described takes over my mind, and I barely contain throwing up on him. Mikey may be the single most fucked up person on this planet and his singular sights on me make him even more dangerous knowing now his obsession with me is stronger than ever. This is so not fucking good.
“How did you find me?” I question.
There you go, Dani. Keep him talking. Buy yourself some time.
“I’m a fucking cop, princess. You know that,” he says, rubbing his hands across my face. “I’ll admit it, you were difficult to track down. But if you grease enough palms and spin the story to say you were a cop killer, everyone takes an interest for the right price. You’ll be surprised to know that it wasn’t a dirty dealer or a snitch that ratted you out, but a whore living in that clubhouse of yours.”
“Who?” I rasp out.
“She didn’t give me her name, princess. Just that she was sick and tired of you flaunting your shit around her home and in front of her husband,” he says as anger flushes throughout my body. One of the fucking old ladies turned me over to this sick fucker. My mind races to think of who it could be. Darcy and Dixie have never interacted with me, so I doubt it was them. My mind clears. It was fucking Maj. The woman who brought me into that club signed me over to him. What did she gain by this? Maybe her plan was to use me to gain Raze’s favor back, but Hero’s interest in me fucking backfired that when I was cleared. Why would she hate me so much that she’d do this to me?
Gritting my teeth, I need to survive long enough to settle the score because they needed to know a snitch lived within the walls of their clubhouse. Maj would pay with her life. Even if I die in this fucking cabin in the woods, I will find a way to lead the evidence back to that traitorous bitch. As much as I hate Hero right now, I know he’d eventually come to look for me. At least in my death he would learn the truth and would be able to protect the club, even if the price was paid in my blood.
Mikey’s fingers trace my face and graze down my neck, snapping my attention back to him. “Apparently, she didn’t like you screwing that fucking biker and frankly, neither do I.” His hands encircle my throat as he begins to choke me lightly. “You are fucking mine, Dani. How could you let another man touch you? I bet there’s a bastard child growing in that belly of yours right now. If I find out he’s planted something inside of you, I will kill him and the baby in front of you. No one fucking touches what’s mine,” he yells, increasing the pressure on my throat.
“Boss, you’ll kill her,” Parsons bellows from in front of us. Mikey releases me and draws a gun from his back, pumping two bullets each into Parsons and Harris. Shit, I was hoping they would realize how wrong this was and try to save me, but my fucking back-up plan is gone now. It’s just me and the demonized monster alone in this cabin. My luck just keeps getting worse.
“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. Killing the man who touched my property and carving out anything that may be growing inside of you. Tell me, princess, did lover boy knock you up? Do I get to carve up your pretty stomach like I did your mother?”
What the hell is he talking about? My mother wasn’t…oh shit. Mom was pregnant with Bob’s child. That has to be part of the reason he killed them both. They were having a baby, and he saw it as his father replacing him after he was kicked out of the family. Sweet merciful Jesus, he killed three people that day, and he’s working on the fourth with me. Shock must register in my eyes because he throws his head back laughing.
“You didn’t know that dear old Mom was having another baby?” He laughs harder. “My fucking father always wanted more children but when my mother couldn’t have anymore, he dumped her ass on the curb to raise me on her own. I spent my entire life trying to please him and make him come back, but he didn’t. Instead of being my dad, he got a new wife and daughter while leaving me to fucking rot until my mom died and he was forced to take me in when she died. I hated him for what he did to my mom and me. We lived in squalor while Mr. Big-Shot Cop lived the high life with his new family. I’ll admit, though, having such a sweet piece of pussy flaunting her naked body around me was the best part of the shitty situation.”
; I stare at him in disbelief and disgust. He thinks I was teasing him in my own fucking home. He needs serious help or a bullet to his fucking brain. I’d prefer the latter, but I am useless with my hands still cuffed behind me. Shit, there’s no way I can break off these cuffs or get out of them unless the dead dipshits by the door have a key in their pocket. I decide trying to scoot to the door next to their bodies would be my next move. I just have to keep him distracted while I subtly move.
“Flaunted myself in front of you? Mikey, you hid in my room and waited for me to change or to go to sleep. You were fucking stalking me in my own home. I didn’t ask for this or for you to obsess over me, you fucking bastard. I just wanted a home and a life without death taking away everything again. I didn’t want anything to do with you or your dad. I was there because of my mom; she; she was the last piece of my family that I had, and I wasn’t going to leave her behind.”
“A fucking family? I had that until your mom came along. Your whore of a mother and her perfect daughter took everything away from me.”
“It wasn’t my mom’s fault that your parents divorced. That was years before even my dad died, douchebag. You’re grasping at sanity straws, trying to rationalize your shitty existence of a life and placing the blame on everyone but the real problem. You are your own worst enemy and in the end, you’re the reason you are the monster that you are today. No one else but you.”
He yanks me from the floor to my feet, forcibly holding me by the elbow as he walks me to the kitchen table. “Get on the table, Dani.”
“Fuck you!” I yell. His open palm throttles toward my face as he connects to my cheek with a slap. My face stings and throbs from the contact. “Get on the fucking table, princess.” He picks me up and throws me onto the table; I land harshly on my belly. His hands run down my ass as he slaps it. “The things I have planned for you, Dani,” he grumbles to himself. His hands move up to my cuffs as I feel him fiddling with them. “As much as I love seeing you bound in metal, I need your hands free for what I have in mind for you.”
A click sounds as my hands are freed from the tight cuffs. I hear the metal cuffs land onto the floor as he rubs my wrists. “Your wrists are this sexy color of black and blue, Dani. Fuck, seeing your skin dark and broken makes me hard.” His tongue runs across my wrist before he drags my hand across the bulge in his pants, sending me recoiling from the contact, but he presses my hand harder against him.
“See what you do to me, princess? My dick aches for you. After years of being denied the one thing I want, I’m taking it tonight. I finally get to play with my favorite toy.” I try to slide off the table as he relishes in his conquests with me, but he pulls me back and pins me down on the table with his knee. He leans forward over me and pulls two chained leather cuffs from a lip under the table. Securing them to my wrists, he pulls his knee from my back and moves to the head of the table. A cranking noise clicks in the empty cabin as my arms are winched forward on the table. Seeing the level of mechanical restraints he’s using on me alerts me to the fact he’s either used this cabin before for his sick fun, or he found me much sooner than he told me. It takes time to plan and equip a cabin with this shit. There’s no way in hell he built in a sick and demented kitchen of terror in just a few hours after finding me.
“There’s no escaping, Dani.” He runs his hands up my legs, stopping on my upper thighs. “I can smell you.” His hands rub against the jean material covering me. “I can’t wait to taste you. I bet you’re as sweet as a freshly plucked peach.” He dips between my legs as he rubs his face into me, his hands moving to grip my ass tightly. I try to kick him off of me but his body is weighing down my legs.
“Please, Mikey,” I beg. “You don’t have to do this.”
He removes his face from my apex and grasps my feet, pulling me toward him, roughly flipping me over onto my back in the process. He climbs on top of me as he uses his knees to part my legs.
“You don’t understand, Dani. I have to do this. Once I have you, I can move on in my life. Find happiness, hell, maybe even a family of my own. Your face has haunted me for years, and until I feel you wrapped around me, I’ll never be able to live.” His hands cup my breasts as he grinds against me. “You’re the last thing on my list before I can be myself again. Fucking you will free my soul, Dani. Don’t you see? I’ve done this all to have you and kill you.” His hands roam to the top of my tank top, ripping the fabric in half and exposing my bra. His breath becomes ragged as he dips to kiss me. I move my head side to side to avoid his lips finding mine. He presses his forehead against mine to stop the motion.
“You never did answer me, Dani,” he says as his hands roam to my exposed belly between us. “Is there an intruder growing in your belly?” His hot breath pours over my skin, sending vomit gurgling up my throat.
I have no idea if I am pregnant or not. Hero and I weren’t exactly careful, but I’m not late at all. I’m pretty sure that I’m not pregnant, but would admitting it buy me time or cut my life short? He’d focus on my stomach rather than raping me for the time being. He might see it as a detriment to his sick pleasure knowing another man’s child lay inside my belly. Shit, what do I do?
His hands encase my face, forcing me to focus on him. “Answer me, bitch. Are you pregnant?”
“Yes,” I scream in panic. “Please don’t hurt my baby.”
His hands wrap around my throat again, pressing hard against my windpipe. “You fucking whore,” he yells, squeezing my throat tighter and tighter.
“Please, just fucking kill me,” I rasp as I kick him, trying to fight.
“Even death won’t set you free.” He releases my throat, sending me gasping for air and coughing. My chest heaves as oxygen rushes back into my lungs. My eyes catch something shining in his hands only in enough time to see him holding a knife in the air over his head.
“This baby fucking dies, and then I’ll fuck you into death as you bleed out all over my cock.”
He raises the blade higher as I scream, “Please, don’t!” I focus on Hero’s face in my mind and the good times we had together as the knife begins to plunge toward me. I pray that death comes quickly as I close my eyes to wait. A large crash comes from the door as two loud cracks force my eyes open to see Mikey still above me as blood begins to trickle down his face. The knife falls from his hands onto the floor, pinging like a pin dropping into silence. His lifeless body falls to the side of me. The room begins to spin as my body grows weightless. Blackness takes hold as I hear a man screaming my name. Hero’s voice echoes through my mind. He’s here. He came back for me. Hero saved me.
“Dani,” I whisper. Holding her in my arms just doesn’t seem real. After everything I said to this woman, she’s clinging to me like I am the breath in her lungs. I squeeze her tightly, whispering into her ears that she’s okay. Her tear-stained cheeks are soaking my shirt, but I just don’t give a fuck. Her eyes are so empty that I’m not even sure if she knows that I am the person holding her. “He’s gone, baby. He’ll never hurt you again, that I can promise you.” She shakes her head in acknowledgement of my words but remains silent. My fingers trace down her spine in an attempt to comfort her, but she stiffens at my light touch. I’ve got to get her away from all of this and especially the bloodied scene that lies behind her.
“Come on, angel,” I say quietly, “Let’s get you home.” Using my knife to strip the leather cuffs from her hands, I free her. The motherfucker ripped her shirt during the struggle so pulling the shirt from my own back, I slip it over her head. I’m not about to let the guys see her like this. Peering into her eyes for the first time, I can see how blank her mind is. She’s not really with me right now as I hold her. She’s retreated into the depths of her mind to block out the events of today.
Shielding her eyes from the bloody, mangled mess that was her step-brother, I lead her away from her prison. She shakes as we move. My girl is in shock and in serious need of a shower, food, and rest. She doesn’t protest when I hoist her into my arms, car
rying her to the truck Raze brought me and depositing her on the passenger side seat. She curls into a tight ball as I work the seat-belt around her waist. She jumps at the sound of the seat-belt clicking into the lock. My beautiful daredevil is gone and in her place lays a broken spirit who’s afraid of her own shadow. If I could have killed that bastard a second time, I would have fucking done it and let her fire a few shots into his skull. While justice may have been served, her recovery will not be as easy. Having lived through a nightmare, soothing words will not send her demons packing. I know what it’s like to fight the demons that no one else but you can see. The weeks and months after today will be the hardest for her, and I will make damn sure she turns to me when she’s ready to talk.
Closing the door, I walk around and slide into the driver’s seat. Looking over to Dani, she continues to stare absently out the window. The truck roars to life and we pull away from the last bad memory my girl will ever have again. I’ll make damn sure of that. Mikey’s hideout was about as remote as one could get in Southern California, so the trek back to the clubhouse will take a couple of hours. Without Voodoo’s computer hacking skills, we’d have never found out about Mikey’s cabin out here. We’d have never found her without his help, and the thought of our failure sends chills down my spine. She’s fine, I remind myself, or at least she will be. Dani falls asleep five minutes into the ride home, leaving me with just the thoughts in my mind. The memory of that bastard straddling her with a knife aimed at her body will forever be burned into my brain.
Guilt washes over me as I think that had I not pulled my head out of my ass, Mikey would have fulfilled his sick fantasies. I would have never been able to hold my angel in my arms ever again. The only thing that brings a smile to my face is recalling how his head exploded as my shot punctured his temple. Watching his blood and brain fragments hitting the wooden floor satisfies the urge to kill the bastard all over again. I know that I settled the score, but he deserved a much slower death, but I needed to end his reign of terror before he raped Dani.
