Rock's Redemption: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 8)

by Chiah Wilder

  “She’s with Frederick,” she said against his hand.

  “Where the fuck is the sonofabitch?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I just know she went with him.”

  He kneed her in the kidneys and Mrs. Boucher cried out as her legs buckled. He forced her to stand straight. “Wrong fuckin’ answer, bitch. One last chance. Where the fuck is the asshole?”

  Black streaks from her mascara ran down her tear-stained cheeks. “I have to look it up. Please. I don’t remember. It’s in my computer.” She nodded toward the desk.

  With an ironclad grip on her arms, he walked over with her to the desk and shoved her against the chair. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  “Shut the fuck up and gimme the damn address.” He watched her every move as she scrolled through her e-mails. She grabbed a pen and piece of paper, wrote down an address, and handed it to Rock. It was a local one in another parish about thirty minutes away. His heart leapt. I gotta get to her before the motherfucker takes her away. I’m sure he’s hurt her. I’m going to kill the bastard. With Clotille’s safety paramount, he was thinking with his heart when he ran out of the house, leaving a traumatized Mrs. Boucher collapsed in her chair. He jumped on his Harley and sped to rescue his woman.

  * * *

  Frederick hung up the phone and smiled cruelly at Clotille. “That was your mother. We’re going to have a visitor soon.” He turned from her and dialed. “I need some reinforcements at the house. I’m expecting a jilted lover.” He licked his lips as he stared at her. “You can’t spare more than four? Well that’ll have to work. I need them ASAP. Send over whoever is in the area.”

  Clotille’s heart was in her throat. Rock’s going to step into an ambush and I can’t do a goddamned thing about this. She pulled at the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. He’d restrained her spread eagle on his favorite equipment—the St. Andrew’s Cross. At first he’d attached her facing the cross when he exacted her punishment for being so disobedient. He’d started with his hands and then progressed to the flogger, the cat o’ nine tails, and the cane. When he’d brought out the dreaded cane, she pleaded with him to stop, but he kept hitting her buttocks and thighs. She used her safe word, but he’d told her she had broken their contract by leaving him and they didn’t have a new one in place yet, so there were no limits. The only thing that got her through the beating was thinking of Rock and their time together. Even though Frederick had made her count each blow aloud, her mind was on Rock.

  “Getting tired, my pet? See what happens to naughty sluts who disobey?” He sat in a straight-backed chair, his leg folded over his pressed pants, and watched her. After he finished caning her, he turned her around so her back was against the cross and she faced him. Humiliation burned through her, and his eyes sparkled as he watched her shame.

  “Please don’t hurt Rock. I’ll never leave you again. I’ll do whatever you ask, but please don’t hurt him.”

  “You’ve forgotten how to speak to me, pet. I’ll have to retrain you when we get back to Aspen. But now, I must get you ready for your visitor.” He laughed and unlatched the restraints. She fell onto the mat in front of the cross. Her arms ached from being held up so long, and her body hurt all over. After several minutes, he had her drink from a bowl of water, chuckling as she dipped her face in the bowl and lapped up the liquid.

  “Ready?” He fastened her collar around her neck and attached her leash. As he walked up the stairs, she struggled to follow him on her hands and knees. When she slowed down, he’d jerk her hard, dragging her behind him.

  Clotille assumed her slave position: naked on her knees, sitting upright on her heels, hands clasped behind her back, knees spread wide apart.

  Frederick patted her head. “Good, pet.”

  Each minute that went by, each sound she heard, drove her further into a fit of frenzy. Frederick went to the door after reading a text, returning with four mean-looking bearded men. Their arms and necks were covered in tattoos, and one had skulls and demons tattooed on his shaved head. They were dressed in leather and denim and their black vests sported patches of numbers, guns, and wings. She trembled. They must be the reinforcements. Rock, mon cher, stay away. Forget about me. I can’t see you die. I love you so much.

  Frederick spoke in a low voice to the four men and they grunted and growled their replies. He looked at his watch again, then dropped to his knees next to her. “Soon it’ll be show time,” he cooed in her ear, “and I’m going to show you what happens to men who try and steal my pet.” He pulled her head back and kissed her hard, then stood up and smoothed down his pants.

  She swallowed down the bile rising in her throat as she fought against fainting. Don’t you dare pass out. Don’t fucking do it! Breathe deeply. In and out. In and out. I’m with Rock and he’s kissing me all over. His lips are so soft against my body. Don’t fucking faint. She steadied her nerves as she waited for Rock to walk into the web Frederick had spun.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  On the way to Frederick’s house, Rock called Bones and told him where he was headed. His friend had told him to wait until they came to join him, but he couldn’t wait another minute. He had no idea what the sonofabitch was doing to his woman, but he’d guessed it was something awful. She could be dead by the time my brothers get here. He was almost there, driven by love, not logic, to get his woman out of the rich fucker’s control.

  He knew he’d fucked up when he left her mother unbound. All it would’ve taken was five minutes to tie the bitch up, but his head was on backwards with Clotille—always had been—and he made a stupid mistake. But it didn’t matter because he was hell-bent on killing Frederick and taking his woman with him.

  Figuring the bitch called the rich asshole, Rock decided he’d enter around the side of the house through a window. Again he cursed himself for leaving a loose thread, but he had to proceed regardless.

  He parked his bike a few blocks away so as not to tip off Frederick that he’d arrived. He took alleys and cut through yards to get to the white plantation-style house. The lush foliage aided Rock in slinking to the back part of the house. He tried several windows but they were all secured. As he rounded the corner, he spotted a sliding glass door and pulled it. It opened and he went through. That was too fuckin’ easy. His senses were on high alert as he took out his Glock and walked into the hallway. From the front of the house, a low murmur of deep voices floated down the hall.

  His muscles tightened as he approached, dropping to his belly and slithering across the floor until he came upon a small room. He slid in and stood up, pressing himself against the wall. From what he could hear, it sounded like there may be three or four men in the larger room. He spotted a door and went to open it, hoping it wasn’t a closet. The door opened into a large space that had a big fireplace and a lot of furniture. Next to the fireplace he saw her, naked and kneeling, a collar around her thin neck. He gritted his teeth when he saw the red slashes and angry welts across her soft body. Steady, man. You’ve already made too many stupid mistakes. Her eyes were downcast, but her swollen lids told him she’d been crying. Don’t worry, chérie, you’ll be in my arms soon.

  Two burly men stood with their arms crossed, one by the door and the other across from Clotille. From their clothes, Rock knew they were bikers. He was positive they were from the Gypsy Fiends. He didn’t feel any comfort in knowing that the Insurgents and the Fiends had just entered into a deal. He wouldn’t put it past Copperhead to order the hit on him in order to remain on the good side of their rich pimp.

  Frederick walked in looking cool and collected in his navy blue pants and pin-striped shirt. Rock wanted to rush out and beat the shit out of him, but he held steady watching the fucker run his fingers through Clotille’s hair and glance at his watch several times. He fuckin’ knows I’m coming. Asshole. The two bikers stood rigid, but their faces were slack from boredom. The one by the door yawned.

  “Maybe I misjudged your biker, pet. He should’ve been here by now. Maybe h
e only saw you for what you are—a piece of slutty ass.” He pulled her hair and she yelped, her cry lancing Rock’s heart. Frederick took her nipple between his fingers and tweaked it hard, stretching it out while he began to unzip his pants.

  Against his better judgment, Rock charged into the room, startling everyone. “Get the fuck away from her!” He rushed to Frederick and landed a solid punch in his stomach, causing him to bowl over. The two bikers recovered from their surprise and came after Rock, whose fist slammed into the jaw of one of them. He kicked backward, and from the low groan he knew he’d nailed the asshole in the balls.

  The other biker came at Rock fast with a looping swing to his head, but he ducked it easily. He slammed the steel toe of his boot into the bearded man’s knee and heard it pop as the man howled and went down. The biker behind him grasped Rock’s shoulder and crashed his head into the back of his. Rock, dazed, stumbled forward and then whirled around, shooting his attacker in the leg. The biker crumpled to the floor.

  Rock’s gaze locked with Clotille’s and the tears streaming down her face broke his heart. When he moved toward her, she screamed. “Rock! Behind you!” Before he could turn around, something hard hit him on the head. Warm, sticky liquid trailed down his face and he wiped it, his fingers coated in blood.

  “You fucker!” A biker he hadn’t seen before punched him in the face while another held him from behind.

  Rock’s head pounded like crazy and black spots danced in front of his eyes. Where the fuck did these sonsofbitches come from? Where the hell is Bones? Rock wasn’t stupid; the odds were against him, especially since he was injured. He cursed himself for letting his heart rule his head.

  Another biker entered the room. “You fuckin’ shot my brother!” He came over and kicked Rock in the stomach. He groaned and they laughed. “You okay for a bit, Gater?” The man on the floor nodded. “We’re gonna make this fucker pay for what he did to you.”

  Frederick, back on his feet, cleared his voice. “I’m calling the shots around here, not you. Stand this asshole up.”

  Three men dragged Rock to his feet. He noticed one of them had a Gypsy Fiends patch tattooed on his chest. Frederick looked hard at him. “You’ve caused all kinds of problems for me, you fucking lowlife. The first order of business is for you to understand that Clotille made the decision to come back freely to me. Isn’t that true, pet?”

  Clotille nodded. “I’m back with Frederick. We talked things over and we settled a lot of stuff. I’m sorry, Rock.”

  “Fuckin’ bullshit! I want you to look me in the eyes, chérie, and tell me you don’t love me. That it’s over between us.”

  She kept her gaze downward.

  “Go on, pet. Tell him you don’t love him, that I’m the only one you love and want to be with.” Frederick smirked at Rock.

  With quivering lips, she looked up at Rock and her green gaze caught his. For a short moment they were connected, and then she broke away. “I can’t,” she whispered. “I love him with all my heart.”

  Rock smiled. “Oh, chérie.”

  “You fucking cunt! You will be punished long and hard for humiliating me. And your indiscretion will be felt beyond the whip on your flesh. I’m going to kill Andrew.” Frederick’s nostrils flared as spittle formed in the corners of his mouth.

  “No. Frederick, no! I’ll do anything but don’t harm Andrew. You promised me.” Clotille dropped her face in her hands.

  “You promised me a lot of things too. It isn’t fair that you can break your promises and I have to uphold mine. All bets are off, pet.” He glanced at Rock. “Are you wondering who Andrew is?”

  Rock stared expressionless at the man he wanted to tear apart. Clotille was extremely upset, and a tinge of curiosity weaved through him.

  “Let me tell you.” Frederick sneered.

  “No, Frederick. Please. Not like this.” Clotille glared at him “I’m the one who needs to tell him. I was going to do it tonight,” she said softly.

  “Shut the fuck up!” He turned to Rock. “He’s your bastard son.”

  “What the fuck?” Rock stared at Clotille as tears streamed down her face. His heartbeat raced and the room spun. “I have a son?” Casting her gaze downward, she nodded. “How?”

  “That night we were together in the park,” she said softly.

  “Clotille… what the fuck?” His head pounded as he tried to comprehend what she was saying.

  “When I found out I was pregnant, you hadn’t been sentenced yet. You dad was still I ICU barely alive.” She locked onto his widening eyes. “I wanted to have our baby and wait to for you, even though I didn’t know if you’d be in for life, but my mother and Armand threatened that they’d make me have an abortion. They didn’t want me sullying our family reputation.” She pushed her shoulders back. “You don’t know how bad it was. I was desperate. I couldn’t let them kill our baby, so I sought Luc out and pretended to want to reconcile. He fell for it, we had sex, and I told him a month later I was pregnant. I knew he’d do the honorable thing and marry me. I didn’t have a choice, Roche. Not even my dad was on my side. I was seventeen and alone.” She turned away, sobbing.

  “I’ve been paying for your brat. That was the agreement.” Frederick smiled broadly. “It doesn’t feel good being betrayed by this whore, does it?”

  Rock didn’t answer, the reality that he had a son still ricocheting inside him.

  She wiped the wetness off her cheeks. “It was either have an abortion or give our baby life and a chance of a good future. My whole family blamed you. After several years, Luc started fooling around on me, so I left him. I struggled to make it on my own, raising Andrew all by myself and juggling a couple jobs.

  “My dad helped me a little without my mom knowing, but when he died, my world went from bad to hellish. After we lost all our money, Frederick spotted me at a charity function. My mom checked him out, and she and Armand concocted this plan where he would help our family financially if I’d be his partner.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “The only reason I did it was because I wanted to give Andrew a chance at a good life. You were poor… you know how hard it could be. I wanted him to go to the best schools, travel the world, and not worry about money or anything, so I agreed to become Frederick’s partner even though I knew the lifestyle he was into. I thought it would be okay, and it was until I saw you. Then I knew everything up to that point in my life had been a lie. You’ve always been the only one I’ve ever loved. I was going to tell you tonight when you got home. I swear it.”

  Rock shook his head. Adrenaline rushed through him as his muscles strained against his skin. He couldn’t fathom that he had a child and she’d kept it from him. “How in the fuck could you not tell me I have a son?” he gritted. “We’ve been sharing the same fuckin’ bed for the last few weeks and you never told me. Fuck, I knew you were hiding something, but I never imagined it was anything like this. You’re cruel and cold-hearted. You always were.” He darted his eyes between her and Frederick. “You and this fuckin’ asshole deserve each other.”

  He tried to pull away from the three guys who held him, but they latched on tighter. “Get your fuckin’ hands off me. I don’t plan to fight for this woman.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Clotille cover her face with her hands when she heard his words.

  Frederick came in front of him and said, “It doesn’t play out that easily. You soiled my pet, so now you have to pay.”

  Rock spat at Frederick, his spit trickling down the fucker’s button-down shirt. “You asshole! You raped the bayou, my mother’s land, so I call that even. Only an outsider could do what you did.”

  Frederick took out a handkerchief and wiped off the saliva. “Is that what you think? I don’t think Armand or Henri are outsiders. Henri’s your brother, isn’t he? He was very anxious to kill your mother for the land. He’d been hoping you would’ve killed your dad and then that would’ve eliminated you from inheriting the land, but you couldn’t even do that right, you fucking moron. Neve
rtheless, it all worked out.” He straightened the cuff on his shirt. “By the way, condolences on the death of your father. You never know where they’re buying the food in the prisons these days.”

  Rock felt like he’d been sucker punched and all the air had gone out of him. Henri killed Maman? How could he have stabbed and strangled the life out of the woman who gave birth to him? Who cared for and held our misshapen family together? A guttural roar came from his throat and, with a sudden burst of energy, he pulled away from the bikers and sprinted to the front door. The men were on him seconds later, fighting and punching him. In his weakened state, the three large men overpowered him.

  Frederick came up to him. “I think since you’re so careless about sticking your cock in women, it would be best if I got rid of it for you. Of course, pet would want to see this.” He motioned for the men to take him in front of Clotille, who he forced to kneel on the floor while he held her leash tightly. The thugs laughed and dragged him over, pinning him to the floor. Rock kicked one of them hard in the crotch, but then someone hit him hard, again, over the head. Blood streamed down his face and his eyes went blurry. Frederick came over with a large pair of gardening shears and handed them to one of the bikers. “This should do the trick. After it’s done, my pet can eat it. She loves cock, don’t you?” He patted her hair before curling his hand around it and yanking hard. She yelped.

  Rock kicked, pulled, punched, and cussed as they tried to pull his pants down. Just as they were ready to cut them off him, the front door flew open and gunshots rang out. The bikers trying to pin Rock down leapt to their feet, scrambling to take out their weapons. Rock grabbed one of their legs and pulled it back until he fell facedown onto the floor. He turned to the door and saw his Insurgent brothers streaming through it, rushing over to him.

  Puck handed him a small throw from the back of the couch to put against the side of his head to stop the bleeding. As he stood there, he saw Frederick pull Clotille’s leash, forcing her to come with him. Before Rock could react, she bit the asshole on the calf, and pulled back on her leash; it slipped from the fuckwad’s hand. She unhooked it and then hit Frederick with it over and over, chasing him as he ran into another room.