by J. L. Leslie
I get free for a moment and scramble back into the bathroom. I was caught unprepared last time someone broke into my house, and that won’t happen again. I manage to knock over my makeup bag, and the contents spill onto the counter. I grab the small knife I hid in there and turn, jamming it into his thigh. I try to run past him when he lets out a curse.
Warren!
The momentary shock does me in. I wasn’t expecting him to be back again. His hands close around my throat, and he slams me into the wall. He grips my wrist and hits it against the wall until I drop the knife. I don’t stop fighting. I can’t.
I fling my legs, kicking and bucking against him, but he’s too strong. His body presses against me and his hold on my throat tightens. Unlike the last time he had his hand around my throat, he isn’t letting go, and my eyes flutter shut as everything goes black.
I’m slipping in and out of consciousness, but I’m aware that I’m being carried. Warren holds me against his chest as he walks.
“Where are we going?” I choke out and hear a car door open.
I’m shoved into the back seat. I try to sit up, but my head is swimming, so I lie there. Besides, I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. My wrists and ankles are bound with handcuffs.
Chapter Twelve
Warren
While I was in the Rykers, I was known as the quiet one. The one who never really spoke much and who didn’t open up to the others, although I was respected, loyal, and a good brother.
My reputation with the Sinners is no different. I’m still the quiet one ‒ not a man of many words. I’m still respected, loyal, and a good brother.
The reason for that is because when you start talking to people, they somehow find out things about you that they can use against you.
For example, if I talked too much, it would be known that I actually grew up in L.A., and my family home is still here. In fact, I own the house I grew up in. I didn’t have a shit childhood like most of the club members. My parents live in a retirement home in Florida.
I didn’t bounce from foster home to foster home or get involved in crime at a young age. I wasn’t a troubled youth or any bullshit like that. I was actually a pretty good kid.
I didn’t have any specific reason to join the Rykers other than the fact that Cal Harrelson asked me to. At that time, I had just graduated high school, and I didn’t get accepted into Stanford, as planned. I was having to re-figure my dreams, and I was beyond angry about it.
I was in Verdana on vacation with my parents and had gotten word that Stanford was not an option. I was pissed and went out one night, got into a bar fight. Turns out, the fight I was in was with Ryker member, Fisk. I held my own and was approached by Cal afterward.
I didn’t tell my parents what I did, only letting them know that I was offered a job, and I took it. As far as Cal knew, my parents were dead, and Lucien doesn’t know otherwise.
I basically gave up my family, rarely speaking to my parents, for the Rykers. I put them first, before everything, and they were taken from me.
Fuck it, I can’t go back and change the past, but I didn’t start over from the bottom to have it all taken from me again.
Mackenzie Salizar can ruin it all. I’ve given her too much power over me, and I need to take it back. She will not destroy me. No fucking way.
I carry her tiny frame down the stairs to the basement of my childhood home and toss her onto the bare mattress that’s been there since I was a teenager. She stirs, and even in distress, she’s fucking beautiful.
I take the chain at her handcuffed ankles and secure the one in my hands to it before walking over to the anchor in the floor. I’m allowing her enough room to move around the basement, but that’s it.
As she comes to, she realizes her wrists and ankles are cuffed, mouth gagged. Her dark eyes grow wide as she gazes up at me. I lean down and remove the gag, giving her a sadistic smirk.
“What the fuck have you done?” she yells. “Help! Somebody help!”
I laugh at her futile attempt. “There’s no one to help you, Mackenzie. You already know that.”
She looks around, taking in her surroundings. I’ve been busy here at my childhood home. The basement needed some reinforcements. Simply tossing her down here and locking the door was not going to suffice.
When I stayed down here as a teenager, my parents remodeled and added a bathroom. It wasn’t hard to move my old bed over beside it, minus the frame, and clear out anything she could use as a weapon.
I screwed the anchor in the floor and paced it to ensure she could go from the bed to the bathroom, use the toilet and shower. I’ll give her that freedom but nothing else.
She has no access to the door, and there’s only one window in here. She can’t reach it. I moved every object in this room to the other side, and stripped the bed bare, swept the floor clean.
“You can’t keep me down here, Warren,” she says, her voice softening.
I walk over to the shelf on the other side of the room and grab her a pillow, pulling off the pillowcase before bringing it back to her and tossing it on the bed beside her. She’s pissed that I’m ignoring her, her lips pursed together and her chest heaving.
It draws my eyes to the way her pert little tits can be seen right through her shirt. How one of the straps hangs off her shoulder.
“Don’t even think about it, asshole,” she warns.
Her voice is full of venom, but her eyes are speaking something else entirely. She can brag to Sabrina all she wants that she ruined me for other women, but she didn’t escape me unscathed.
The proof of that is in the way she licks her lips. The way her breathing changes. In how she looks at me.
She hates me, but she wants me too.
Mackenzie
I’ve been kidnapped, ripped from the safety of my own home and dumped in some basement in only God knows where and the man responsible still elicits arousal from me.
I hate his damn guts.
“What’s this about, Warren?” I ask him, changing tactics and trying not to gaze up at his crystal blue eyes. “If this is about Hell’s Fury –”
“Billy and Hatcher,” he interrupts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie easily, then smile at him cruelly. “Oh wait, are those your dead members?”
“You don’t have to pretend, Mackenzie,” he says, his voice low. “I know you’re behind their deaths.
“I’m glad they’re dead,” I tell him. “And you’ve signed your death warrant by taking me!”
“I didn’t want to do this,” Warren admits. “But you left me no choice. Your club can’t be trusted. You even turned Sabrina against me. I do suppose one good thing came out of her betrayal. Travis Taylor.”
“You son of a bitch!” I scream, leaping off the bed and lunging for him.
The cuffs and chains on my ankles don’t allow me to get far before I slam to my knees at his boots. He uses the toe of them to lift my chin up. He peers down at me with disgust.
“Oh, and she did lead me right to your stash. You know, the one kept in your president’s back yard. Did you know she doesn’t have any security there? No one keeping an eye on things. Did you even tell Donia about Sabrina?”
“Of course, I did.”
“But you didn’t tell her about the storage shed being compromised, did you? No, you wouldn’t do that. It would appear that you screwed up somehow. I have someone there to clean it out right now. Wanted to be sure you weren’t trying to set some kind of trap when you didn’t move the product right away.”
“Kill me.”
“You don’t get off so easily,” he warns and then shoves me back with his foot. “Sabrina didn’t, and neither will you.”
“You probably got off on taking her life,” I hiss at him, sitting back on my heels. “Shit, the stories she told me!” I laugh, unsure why I’m provoking him, but unable to stop. “How you couldn’t fucking nut!”
It’s not true, she never told me any st
ories about him lacking in that area, but it gets his attention. His blue eyes turn dark as his gaze fixates on me; his jaw clenched.
“Perhaps you did her a favor because now she doesn’t have to spend the rest of her life trying to get you off!” I yell, falling back against the bed in a fit of laughter. “I’m so damn glad I only fucked you once. Suggs makes me come so hard, and you can never fucking compare!”
Again, a lie, and as it spills from my mouth, it occurs to me why I’m shouting this total bullshit to him. I might be pissed that he brought me here, took me against my will, but most of all, I’m fucking turned on.
He has me cuffed and chained, at his mercy, and he holds all the power. I want him to control me, every single part of me.
I know his reputation, who he is, and the things he’s done. He might not be a hired hand like Suggs, but he’s done awful things just the same, and none of it matters.
If he doesn’t fuck me in the next five minutes, there’s no telling what I’ll resort to. All those times I told myself I wasn’t in the mood, that I was stressed or had too much going on, I was only fooling myself.
I couldn’t come with Suggs because he wasn’t him.
He wasn’t Warren.
And as much as I hate this fucking man, I want him just as much.
“Thinking of him now makes me so fucking wet,” I carry on, slipping my fingers into my panties.
I move my legs apart as far as I can, the chain at my ankles clinking on the cement floor. I pump my fingers in and out of my dripping pussy, trembling and aching with need so much my whole body is shaking, and this asshole appears to be unaffected.
Wait.
My lips part, and I see it. He swallows and the control he has snaps, unleashing his hunger on me. Warren sheds his shirt and unbuckles his jeans as he saunters toward me, pushing them down his thighs as he lowers himself to his knees. I notice the dried blood on his thigh, and I fight back a smile at the wound I inflicted on him.
“Don’t touch me,” I sneer, hatefully, knowing I don’t mean those three words.
Warren grabs me by my hair and roughly turns me, scraping my knees on the floor as he bends me over the bed. I struggle against him, putting on a show of fighting him when he knows I want his cock inside me.
“I fucking hate you!” I scream, and he pushes my head down onto the mattress, effectively caging my arms beneath me.
“The feeling is fucking mutual, bitch,” he hisses in my ear, moving my panties to the side and driving his dick inside me.
I scream into the mattress, figuring he won’t know the difference if it’s a scream of pain or pleasure. It’s definitely the latter.
As he thrusts inside me, my body takes over, rocking back against him and gyrating on his cock. My greedy cunt knows what it wants, and it’s Warren Mathis.
“You think I can’t feel how you react to me, Mackenzie?” he asks me. “Fight me, struggle, tell me you hate me. We both know your pussy has been weeping for me.”
“Not as much as your dick’s been hard for me, motherfucker,” I shoot back at him, twisting my head out of his grasp.
He lets me up, and I push my upper body up until it’s flush with his chest, propping my hands on the mattress. Sweat drips down his chest and rolls down his abs, getting lost between our bodies as we fuck like animals.
Warren draws his dick out of me, rising to his feet, and I almost protest, but then he lifts me and shoves me onto my back, the softness of the mattress catching my fall.
He takes my legs, spreading them apart, and places my feet on either side of his shoulders, the chain keeping me his prisoner resting on his back as he glides back inside me. I rest my cuffed hands above my head and let him take me.
“Scream for me, my whore,” he orders, fucking me roughly.
This is not a sweet coupling or lovemaking. There are no whispered promises between us. This is a hard fuck, both of us taking what we need, both of us groaning in pleasure.
He leans forward, allowing my chained legs to fall around his waist, his thrusts never stopping.
“You think you ruined me, bitch?” he asks, biting my nipple through the thin material of my tank top until I cry out in pain. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Mackenzie. You’ll wish you never fucking met me.” He bites my other nipple, and I dig my nails into his shoulder as I come on his dick, tears rolling down my cheeks.
He then moves to my neck and bites the tender flesh there as I ride out the most shattering orgasm I’ve ever experienced. He comes, his hot release shooting inside me as he says, “You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.”
I quickly wipe my tears away, my nipples and neck burning from his bites as he climbs off of me. I right my panties and lie there regaining my self-control and confidence as he zips his jeans.
“Don’t underestimate me. I’m going to kill you, Warren,” I tell him. “I will fucking kill you.”
He heads toward the door, tugging his shirt on before looking over his shoulder with a grin on his fucking perfect face. “I look forward to it, Mackenzie.”
Chapter Thirteen
Warren
I leave Mackenzie and drive back to her house so I can make sure I didn’t leave anything behind. I lick my lip and taste the dried blood from her hit. I always knew she was a fucking feisty one.
I park around back and let myself in the back door just as I did a little while ago. These older houses don’t have much security, and it was easy to jimmy the door open with my pocketknife.
I go to the bathroom and straighten up a few things she managed to knock off the counter. Then, I go to her bedroom and pack her a bag. If I’m going to keep her locked up a while, I don’t need it to look like she was taken. I need for it to appear like she left town.
I carry the suitcase to the bathroom and open the medicine cabinet. As I suspected, her birth control pills are there. I toss them in and zip it up.
I find her cell phone on the coffee table in the living room. I scroll through her contacts and find Donia first. I send her a text, pretending to be Mackenzie, and let her know she has a family emergency and will be out of town. I send the same text to the contact labeled “Agent Redmond.” She almost made this too fucking easy.
I’m holding her phone in my hand still when I get a text back from Donia. Not once does she ask what has happened, what kind of emergency. No, she tells Mackenzie to hurry back because they have a member missing.
Good for them. Now, they can see what it feels like to worry about one of their own.
I lock up and toss the suitcase in the backseat. I’ll take it to her soon. Tonight, she can go stir crazy. She’ll sit there alone and try to figure out how to get out of there. She’ll try to pull the anchor up or squeeze her wrists and ankles through the cuffs.
She isn’t the first person I’ve held. I’m good at what I do. She can’t escape.
I drive back to the clubhouse, not bothering to get the suitcase out of the back. As I’m walking to the door, Lucien and Harper come out with Layla in tow. Layla frowns up at me and asks me what happened to my leg.
“Dog bit me,” I lie.
“Go ahead and get in the truck,” Lucien instructs them both. “I take it that she didn’t go easily.”
“Hell no,” I laugh. “But I have her, and we’ll get to the bottom of this. By the way, her president mentioned something about one of their member’s missing.”
Lucien shrugs, “Karma’s a fucking bitch.”
“Damn right it is.”
“Look, I know you had something with her before. Harper told me the two of you hooked up,” Lucien says. “Take Reid with you if it’s too much.”
I nod but doubt I’ll do that. Reid is not capable of showing finesse when it comes to interrogating a witness. That’s why it was him fucking that whore in front of Rutledge and not me.
I can use him, though. I seek him out once I’m inside the clubhouse and tell him I have a job for him.
“If it involves another whore, you’ll h
ave to give me some time. I nutted about fifteen minutes ago.”
“I need you for surveillance,” I tell him. “We’re watching a property and can’t have anyone coming in or going out. Lucien suggested you.”
“He did?” he seems surprised.
“Yeah, so if you can do it, I need it done.”
He nods his head. “Is this a kill on sight type of thing?”
“If you see anyone going in aside from me, yes. Coming out, take them alive.” I give him the address. “But don’t ever enter the house.”
“Got it,” he grins.
I almost wonder if I can trust him to follow orders but remind myself that he once ran a gangbang on a club whore from the Ravens and then beat her to within an inch of her life. I had to finish her off.
Ford, the former president, gave that order and let Reid exercise his cravings by having him off his leash fairly often. I don’t know any other way to put that. Reid was typically given the orders no one else wanted. It was clear to Lucien that Reid relishes in the havoc he can cause and doesn’t give a shit about the destruction he leaves behind.
Reid is a loose cannon, but he definitely doesn’t have a problem following orders. It’s one thing he’s good at even though he’s always running his mouth.
“Hey, where’s Sabrina?” he asks me, and I shrug.
“She skipped town. Wanted more than what I was offering.”
“Don’t they all?” he jokes, and I laugh.
I don’t tell him how wrong that is. Sure, some women want sweet words of love, promises of a future, red roses, and a ring on their finger.
Some of them, but I know one who doesn’t want any of those things.
And she’s locked in my basement.
No, Mackenzie Salizar isn’t like other women. I took her from her home, kicking and screaming, and bound her wrists and ankles. I gagged her beautiful, fuckable mouth and tossed her onto a worn mattress like she was a piece of trash.
