by Eden Rose
Yeah, we are different.
Prince signals for us to get into a line behind him because we are nearing the street where the girl lives. I never lived in a residential area and the thought of living so close to someone irks me. I don’t know. I want to be able to light up a blunt on my front porch whenever I want without neighbors bitching.
Or… well, you know.
We park about half a block away from the rat’s house to not spook the girl.
Dismounting his bike, Prince walks over to the rest of us as we follow suit. As he talks to us about how to handle this mission, I load my gun. I know we said no fuckin’ violence and I hope there isn’t, but I need to be sure. The last thing I want to do is get shot again.
“The girl is probably afraid of us and she’s going to be hiding. I think the best option is to scare the shit out of her and maybe she’ll talk.”
I shrug because there’s nothing else to do. I can’t argue with him even though I think she would talk if we asked her. I have a feeling she wasn’t very close with her rat of a father to begin with and his skipping town didn’t help their relationship.
All twenty-five of us have our guns pointed at the unassuming suburban house in the middle of a quiet neighborhood with our fingers on the trigger. The deafening sound of guns firing is enough to make anyone take a look and no one dares to stop us from shooting. We shoot until our clips are empty and there’s nothing left to shoot besides our back up guns.
“Go check the house!” Prince instructs as he walks up to the house too.
The front door is locked, making me shoot it to get it open. We storm through the quiet house which is now filled with bullet holes and shell cases.
“Fan out!” Prince says with his finger in the air to show us where he’s going. “If you find her first, don’t try to talk to her!”
If I find her first, I’m going to do whatever in my power to make sure she’s safe. Some of these guys are pretty hard up and I don’t need an innocent little girl getting caught up in this bull shit.
The guys are smashing through her house trying to find where she is or any clues to find her. The man was a biker who betrayed his club, he had to have some sort of safety room in here. That is what I would have if I were stupid enough to betray my club.
As they crash and knock over everything in the house, I walk close to the walls in case I see something that doesn’t fit in. If there’s a secret room, it would have something that sticks out. A wall which is slightly pushed out more than the rest of the wall.
“Hey!” I yell loud enough for everyone to hear me over their smashing. “Shut the fuck up for a second!”
A piece of furniture hits the ground and then there’s silence all around. I place my hand along the wall in hopes of feeling something that sticks out.
“What are you looking for?” Prince asks next to me.
“How many of us have a secret room in our house in case some shit happens?”
Everyone of the brothers nod their heads in agreement. “Exactly. That rat mother fucker must’ve had something. Wherever that room is, that’s where the daughter is,” I instruct.
My brothers follow my lead with running their hands over the walls to feel something. I feel a sense of pride they are following me like this. Normally, they don’t really listen to me because I’m more muscle than thought.
“I feel something!” Fat Cat shouts with glee. The asshole’s a big man with a wife and two kids at home. He normally doesn’t come along to these things except for Prince making it mandatory.
I run over to where he’s standing and feel the wall. Sure enough, there’s something behind it. “We need dynamite to get inside!” I exclaim.
Just when we’re about to get going to get the door open, we hear the thunder of more bikes coming up to the house. The bikes are loud and don’t sound like Harleys. Must be a different club.
“We’ve got company!” Prince shouts. “Scatter and do a surprise attack. Whoever these bastards are, they are here for the same reason we are.”
Bella
My heart pounds in my chest. I’m so fucked. I should have left town when I had the chance but I stayed! I stayed for some crazy as reason and now I’m going to die. Or worse…
These guys aren’t the type to have a conversation with a woman. They are the type to handle matters violently and with force.
Every muscle in my body tenses up as I think about what could happen.
Looking at the cameras around the house, I see they’ve destroyed everything that was left of my mother. Everything that my father left as they search for something. One thing that sucks about this room is there’s no audio. I can’t hear anything they are saying beyond these walls and that makes me nervous.
My father’s house vibrates and shakes as more bikes arrive outside of the house. Fuck! There’s more?
I pull my phone of my pocket and dial Jenny. Jenny used to be my dad’s girlfriend after my mom was killed and I’m hoping she can help me. Help me escape these guys who are tearing apart my dad’s house.
“Bella? Why the fuck are you calling me?” She hisses into the phone.
“Jenny, please! I need help! They are at my house… I need help!”
She giggles. “This is what you and your fucking father get!” She sings into the phone and then hangs up on me automatically.
Looking at the phone in my hand, I cry. I cry because I have no idea how to protect myself in a house that’s being overran by bikers who are clearly looking for my dad. I knew there might be a time where I would be face to face with them, but I expected my dad to be here. If he ran away because he was afraid of something, he should have given me more of a warning so I could run too.
I’m stuck. I’m utterly and completely stuck.
If my dad isn’t already dead, I might kill him myself. He’s the worst father in the world!
All of a sudden different guys come into the house and they are wearing the same patches as my father wore. The club he belonged to has come and maybe they are here to save me.
“Oh my god!” I yell out loud and jump off the chair.
Quickly, I throw open the door and walk straight into a breathing wall.
“Bella, I told you to run. Why didn’t you listen to me? Now, you’re fucked. You know that, right? You are one hundred per cent fucked,” Charger growls in my ear. “I thought you were smart.”
Tears roll down my cheeks and clog my throat. “Why… why are you doing this to me, Charger? I thought we were friends…” I stupidly blubber.
He chuckles. “Like I would be friends with a prude girl who doesn’t know how to suck a dick.”
“Bella!”
I turn my head to see the president of my dad’s club, Roman, walking towards us with a mischievous grin on his face. “Roman! I have no idea what’s going on!” I beg.
I’m hoping he will listen to me because I didn’t do anything wrong. My father is the one that fucked up.
The man tops out over six feet tall and pushes the scales at over two hundred pounds. He’s a force to be reckoned with and he’s also the man I have to convince. When my dad convinced me to move to his house, Roman would constantly make passes at me. I felt as if he wanted me for more than just sex and his eyes are telling he wants to fuck me.
My insides clench together.
Charger tugs me outside of the room. “I found her, prez. She’s mine to do whatever the fuck I want with,” he mutters and slaps me across the face.
The sting of his open hand across my face tingles through my whole body. I feel the shame of trusting these men with my life. I fucked up by trusting them. I should never have opened the door and let them know where I was.
Roman’s eyes twinkle as he wraps his hand around my neck. He looks proud of himself as he does it and I feel the bite of his fingers. His nails dig into my tender skin and black spots float in my line of vision. “No, she’s mine to do what I want with. When I’m through with her, I might let you have a run at her. That�
�s a strong might. Or I might fuck her once and let you guys have a go at her.”
There’s no way my body could handle that. The thought of all those men… Having sex with me, forcefully, is enough to make me gag.
“Please, Roman!” I beg over his bruising grip. “Please! I’m so sorry,” I try to beg my case. “I will give you everything you want, just let me go!”
“I want your rat father to be found and tortured. I want to fuck you in front of him while he’s tied up and can’t do shit. Do you think he cares about his prude daughter? If he cared, he would have taken you with him,” Roman taunts me.
Everything he says is true. If he cared about me, he would have waited for me to come home from class. Instead, he left like a coward and didn’t bother to take me. My father left me for dead.
I feel defeated and helpless. His fingers squeeze my neck tighter until I hear the click of the safety of a gun.
“Let the girl go,” a man growls.
Beast
“Mom?” I whisper into her bedroom quietly to make sure I didn’t wake up my dad.
I needed to hear her voice before I could fall asleep. If I could just hear her voice, I would know she was all right.
“What the fuck you doin’ in here, boy?”
I balk at hearing my dad’s voice from behind me. I didn’t think he would have been awake yet.
I don’t say anything. There’s nothing I could say to get myself out of trouble for going into their room.
“I asked you a question, boy!” He snarls behind me.
“I had a nightmare!” I lie. I’m living a nightmare every day and every night. I never know when my mom might not wake up and I never know when my dad is going to get too drunk and forget about me.
My dad chuckles. “I live a fuckin’ nightmare. I have a dumb son and a whore wife. Get to bed, right now!” He yells.
“I love you, mom,” I mumble.
I hear her try to murmur something back to me. For tonight, that will have to work.
Maybe it’s from all the times I bandaged my mom up after my dad slapped her around that makes me a little sensitive about a woman being beat up. There were times I would put my finger under her nose to see if she were still breathing, she was that beat up. Words can’t express how fucked up it is to have a little kid worrying about his mom being killed in front of him. Having to worry about her being alive in the morning, or watching my own drunk father toss her into the wall.
Every time he turned his rage onto me, she stepped in my place and took the beating meant for me because I was a bad kid. I acted out in school and fought with other kids to get tougher for me to take on my dad in hopes of one day, killing him with my bare hands. By the time I was twelve, I was pushing two hundred pounds of pure muscle and anger to my father.
Seeing the horror in this girl’s eyes is doing something horrible to me. She has no idea where her father is, and her eyes prove it. If she knew, I think she would have said something to stop them from beating her up. Roman, the president of our rival club in town, The Spiders, would destroy this poor girl if given the chance. He would fuck her until she was used up and leave her in the woods just like he did my friend’s sister.
Roman’s a fucked up piece of shit who deserves a bullet between the eyes.
Which is why I’m standing behind him with my gun cocked and aimed to the back of his head. I’m ready to drop the mother fucker. “Let the girl go,” I growl.
Roman turns his head towards me. “I should have known the Diablos would try to cash in on a piece of ass like Bella.”
He presses his forehead against my gun and I fight the urge to squeeze the trigger. “It’s not about that. We all have our reasons for being here.”
Our reason to be here has to do with the money and guns Peter, Bella’s dad, owes us before he cooperated with the government. He did this to himself.
But how could he leave his gorgeous daughter unprotected?
The woman is pretty tall with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Of course, her eyes are shaded with fear right now. Her body is long, slender and voluptuous all at the same time. Her tits heave over her top and her lips are puffy. She has those dick sucking lips (DSL for short) that all guys crave.
My dick thickens in my pants thinking about bending her over my bike and fucking her.
Roman’s eyes widen. “Forget it. This is our club problem. Get your guys out of here!”
Prince and all my brothers stand behind me with their guns aimed at his head. “We have our reasons for being here. Your brother promised us money and guns if we fronted him angel dust. We didn’t get paid.”
“What a coincidence, that’s why we’re here too!” One of Roman’s guys shout.
“The way I see it,” I start, “you let the girl go and come with us and you can have what you want out of here.”
Roman chuckles. “Like fuck I’m letting a virgin piece of ass go!”
Virgin? Holy shit! It’s been so long since I’ve been with a virgin! Fuck. It’s probably been years since any of my brothers been with one too.
Prince elbows me in the side. “What the fuck are you doing?” He growls at me.
I shake my head without losing my focus on Roman. “Let her go! She’s starting to go blue.”
Bella’s eyes are bulging out her head and her skin is turning white. Her lips are blue as she gasps for air.
Little do the guys know, I’ve already raided the room and took what we were promised out of it. I’m not as stupid as these mother fuckers. However, that rat bastard who ratted, now owes more of a fee than before. He owes a fee for my patience.
Roman drops his hand from Bella’s beautiful neck and she falls to the ground with a thud. Her knees hit the ground and she’s gasping for air.
“Dragon!” I yell for one of the newer patched in brothers. About two years ago, he was in the army as a medical technician and I know he can help Bella. “Get Bella outta here and let us finish this shit.”
Behind my back, I hand him the bag full of money I stole from the panic room and he takes it. The new brother takes Bella carefully in his arms and leads her outside of the house. I know the outside of the house is riddled with bullet holes, but it will have to do for now.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you taken care of,” Dragon croons to her.
I feel a small tightening in my chest as he croons to her. Why the fuck am I now feeling protective over the woman? I don’t get it. She’s nothing to me.
She will be nothing more than nothing to me.
Roman’s got an evil look on his face. “I take it you heard about the rat fleeing?”
Prince steps forward in front of me and pushes me back a little. I know he’s a hands-on type of president but he doesn’t have to be all fucking pushy on me. “Yeah, right after he promised us some money and guns for a couple of kilos. Know anything about that?”
The two presidents face off. “Nope. Know anything about the blow he stole from my house?”
“How am I supposed to know what you fuckers do? I have my own club to run. It’s not my fault you fuckers can’t keep everyone in line.”
“Is that so? Why you selling blow to a soldier of mine, then? Did you think you would get away with stealing our money and our guns?” Roman asks with anger dripping from his words. He’s notoriously a hot head and I know he’s about to flip the fuck out.
Prince doesn’t waiver. “That’s club business. My club business is handled just fine and maybe you should handle yours a little better… Then you wouldn’t be in debt to us.”
We all chuckle. It is true. It’s common awareness between the clubs that you have to honor a deal someone made inside your club. Just so happens, the deal was made by a rat before he ran out.
The other president’s eyes glaze over in a brief second of fear. Bad move. “How much did he promise you?”
I chuckle behind Prince. I love when people show their weaknesses; makes it easier to get them to do what we want.
“Beast, tell the man how much the rat owes,” he chides tagging me into the arrangement.
“Four hundred thousand and two cases of unmarked guns by the end of next week. Turns out, we don’t trust you fuckers anymore. Care to make us trust you a little?”
I managed to scrounge up some of the cash he owed but I didn’t get a chance to count it yet. Plus, I want to make sure that shit is real before I put it out there.
Roman winces. “How much blow did you give him?”
My president shrugs his shoulders. “That’s not important. A deal is a deal and my enforcer is right. Are you gonna make a good faith payment?”
I can tell the other club is pretty broke right now just by how all their eyes widened at the amount that is owed. Yeah, it’s some big cash, however, a club of this size should be able to pay it.
“What do you want?” He questions.
“ I want half of what you owe me,” Prince states with a vengeance.
Roman shakes his head. “Look, we have to find the rat and put him down. We don’t have the funds for that type of thing unless we sell his daughter.”
“You are gonna do what?” I question. “You’re gonna sell his daughter who probably doesn’t know anything?”
“Easy there, Mr. Hero!” Prince chimes in.
Fuck that. You can’t sell a beautiful girl like that.
“Maybe we should ask her what she wants,” Roman states darkly before adding something more. “She better answer the right way. We will turn the bitch out.”
Bella
Even though I can see clearly again, my breathing is still really ragged. I can’t help but want to cry and scream all at the same time. I’m pissed as fuck that my dad would leave me to solve his problems like this.
I should have known he would do it. When the going gets tough, he gets going. Story of my childhood when he was around, that is. The guy is a real bastard.
“How does that feel?” Dragon asks.
The man is nice looking and very polite for being a biker. Most of my dad’s friends he would bring over were rude as hell and would try to stick their hands down my pants. One of them almost did it, too.
