MIKE: Defenders MC

by Anderson, Amanda

  Her heart threatened to break in her chest. She would never see him again. She would die in this little room before the day was out, but she would take Dax Towery with her and Mike would know it. He would tell Ace and her father would be proud of her.

  She gently folded the napkin and placed it back in her pocket. It was the only thing of value she had and it was precious to her. She felt stronger knowing that he cared. She did know it. He would do all he could to save her, but there were times when you simply had to save yourself.

  She hoped he would understand.

  It had been two days and the girl was miserable. Marty was losing her wits now and knew that she would give in if Dax didn’t hurry. Her strength was fading and she worried that she wouldn’t have the strength it would take to take his life. It had now been five days since she’d had anything to eat worth talking about. Dax had given her a few bites thinking it would force her to his will, but it had only sustained her. She could last. She didn’t need to live anymore. She just had one thing left to do.

  Marty heard the lock and scrambled to get into position. She stood motionless beside the door and met Hannah’s wide eyes. She had already told the girl to run if this worked and to use the glass to cut her throat if it didn’t. There was no sense in pretending anymore. This was it for them.

  The door banged open, Dax stepped into the room. Marty launched herself at him and jabbed a piece of glass in the side of his neck. He screamed and tossed her against the wall. Blood poured from the wound in his neck, but Marty knew it wasn’t lethal. She had failed. She looked to Hannah, but the girl was frozen with fear.

  “Now Hannah. Do it now. There is no hope.”

  Dax slapped Marty hard and she fell to the floor. She watched helplessly as Dax ripped the jagged shard of glass from Hannah’s hand making her scream in pain as it sliced her palm.

  “Stupid fucking whores!”

  Dax was in a rage and Marty knew he would come for her. She lay on the ground as still as she could until he grabbed her. She erupted then and fought him with everything she was. This was the last thing she would do with her life and she would make it count. She rammed her fist into the gash on his neck and he roared in agony. He hit her again and again until her world went hazy and she felt like she was floating. Was this what Mama had felt when she went to heaven? Grandma? Although even in her hazy state, it seemed unlikely Grandma had made it to heaven…maybe Marty wouldn’t either…

  Seven

  Marty heard a sound. She tried to place it, but couldn’t recall where she had heard it. Light blinded her when something bright landed on her face.

  “She’s pretty enough. Tits are passable. She’s young too. She should clean up nicely for you man and I’m not breaking my word.”

  She knew that voice… she wasn’t dead. She had been given another chance.

  “She looks like shit. What makes you think she’s clean? You said she was your brother’s girl.”

  Marty heard him laugh as if he had told a funny joke. Her world began to spin and she knew she would faint. That voice. She knew that voice too.

  “Well my brother said he hasn’t fucked her, she’s special… Not special enough I guess cause he fucked up big time. Now he will get a lesson and that little bitch will get what she deserves.”

  Marty felt tears burning her eyes. Harper had tried to protect her, but he had failed. Somehow he had messed up and she would pay for it.

  “I haven’t fucked a virgin in a long damned time. Not sure either of us would enjoy it. Looks like you’ve had your fun. Looks like payback for little brother to me.”

  Dax made a sound in his throat. “You don’t fuck ‘em any different. They just scream more and if you do it right they bleed enough that it don’t matter if their wet or not.”

  The light left Marty and from the whimper she assumed it landed on Hannah.

  “I’ll show you how it’s done with that one. I bet she’s ready to do about anything for something to eat right now. Isn’t that right little Marty? I will give you something to eat if you suck my dick.” He held out a candy bar. “Come and get it little Marty.”

  The girl scampered to Dax and sat on her knees as if she were a dog begging for a treat. Dax laughed and unfastened his pants. He held the girl’s jaw as he guided himself into her mouth.

  “You get something to eat for every dick you suck. You can have a whole meal if you spread your legs and if you can take more than one at a time then you can even have a treat after, but you gotta want it every time or you get nothin’. Understand?”

  He shoved into the girl’s mouth and she didn’t struggle. Marty couldn’t take her eyes off of the scene in front of her. Hannah nodded as best she could with her mouth full.

  Dax was a monster. Marty felt hysteria rising inside her until someone knelt and grabbed her chin. Then she met blue eyes that she had hoped to never see again, but she knew in her heart that they were her only hope. Hope for what she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t let him weaken her. She had another chance. She had to kill that monster.

  She started to speak, to tell him, but Mike pressed his thumb against her lips hard. Bastard.

  She thought then that he could have been a traitor. He could have sold out to the Devils, but no matter how she felt about Mike it didn’t fit him. He was a Defender to the bone. This was her safety net. Those had been Spec’s exact words. She would have a ‘safety net’ so nothing could hurt her. She really wanted to have a serious conversation with Spec about now. Maybe she could find a way to haunt him…she figured she was partially delirious from fear and hunger so she didn’t worry too much about her thoughts, but Mike still looked at her and she felt her strength slip.

  Dax finished with the girl and patted her head before handing her the candy bar.

  “Well my little mouse, I have found a solution to two of my problems.”

  Marty let her eyes rise to Dax. Hatred made them burn and she wondered idly if she could shoot fire out of them and burn him up like one of the characters in a comic book she had once read.

  “I don’t want the responsibility of taking care of a little bitch who won’t show her gratitude and I don’t want a new brother going without pussy just because what we have is a little overused. You will take care of him and he will take care of you as he sees fit. Either way I am not going back on my word and my brother learns a lesson.”

  Marty felt the blood drain from her face and knew she couldn’t hide her fear. If Mike took her she wouldn’t be able to kill Dax. She would fail and be nothing but a pitiful used up girl. He might be able to help her get away, but what then. The brothers would look at her with pity even as they saw her as used goods. Ace would be ashamed of her for ending up nothing but a whore. Mike would probably fuck her before he let her go and she would have to let him. Then she would have to look at his smug face every day. She couldn’t do that.

  A small voice in the back of her mind told her Mike wouldn’t hurt her, but she remembered how he really was. She remembered how he was when everyone was watching. Sure he had been nice a couple of times, but only in private. He had hated her in public. He would go out of his way to make her feel her shame and to use her.

  “No. Please no.” She babbled. She wouldn’t look at Mike. She felt the heat from his gaze on her and it scared her more than Dax. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t give me to him.” She had to stay with Dax. She could handle the things he would do, but not Mike. If she went with him she wouldn’t get a chance to kill the monster and if he was ever cruel to her she would lose her mind.

  Dax threw his head back and laughed. “I think she’s more afraid of you than me! This will be better than I thought.” He drew back and slapped Marty across the face.

  Hannah had crawled back to kneel at Dax’s feet again, but he was done being nice. He back handed her across the face hard enough to send her flying backward. Then he threw her to the filthy mattress in the corner of the room and tore at her clothes.

  “Time to ea
rn your first meal little bitch.”

  Marty felt her world tilt. Hannah was being raped not ten feet from her and she couldn’t do a thing to stop it. She looked up into Mike’s icy blue eyes and saw his rage. She wondered if it could be for the girl or if it was at her for begging not to be with him. Either way, she knew she would pay for it soon. The beating would not be enough retribution for her attack on Dax.

  Mike wanted to strangle Marty. The little fool had almost begged Dax to keep her to himself. Didn’t she know Dax would kill her? The bruises on her face told him that she had already taken one hell of a beating. Mike took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Did she hate him that much? Had he been that cruel to her? She would prefer to stay with that damned animal rutting in the corner?

  “She’s filthy.” He said and frowned as he released her chin and wiped his fingers on his jeans. “I can’t fuck that. She looks like something out of a horror movie.”

  Mike kept his eyes on Marty hoping for a show of spirit at his words. She didn’t disappoint him. Her glare was the most beautiful thing he had seen in days and he acknowledge how fucked up that was.

  “Take her back to your room and clean her up. You have her for about another week unless you can convince her you’re better than Harper. That would be perfect.” Dax was laughing as he continued to rut on the girl. “Make her want you more than him. Little shit needs a lesson anyway. Keep the bitch. We can tell Harper she got away or something. Fuck I don’t care, but you make her suffer.”

  Mike reached down and untied Marty. He wanted to get her out of that room before they both lost their minds. He gripped her arm and she tried to jerk away. She stumbled and fell back against the wall near Dax. Dax was on her before Mike could stop him. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed until she gasped for breath. He turned her face so she could see the girl lying on the mattress. Tears were streaming from her eyes and Marty wanted to say something to ease her pain, but there were no words.

  “You little bitch. You remember what I told you? Think of it as you try to sleep at night. No one will stop me. I will find you wherever you are. I will climb in your window and fuck you whenever I want and no one will ever stop me. You are mine. You do as I say for the rest of your life or you die. You tell anybody and I will make you suffer before I cut you to pieces. You may think this will end when Harper gets back. You may think you can get away and live some fairytale life, but you are wrong. I will find you. I will fuck you in your pretty house while your husband sleeps beside you and you will let me or I will kill him. Do you understand now? You don’t get a say in what happens to you anymore. Remember. Remember this.”

  Marty was shaking, but she nodded and when Mike took her arm she didn’t try to pull away. She followed him like a lamb to the slaughter. She had no choice.

  Mike was seething as he shoved her into his room. She was trying to be brave, but she believed Dax and Mike did too. Marty would never get away from. It would haunt her for the rest of her life. It didn’t matter if the brothers killed Dax in the end, this would haunt her forever. Nothing would take away the horrors she had seen.

  “Go shower.” He knew he needed to talk to her, but he also knew Dax would be coming to watch and he was pretty sure his room was bugged. He would have to be careful and he needed Marty to understand that as well as reassure her that he would protect her and he had no idea how long Dax would let him keep her.

  He watched Marty walk into his bathroom and leave the door slightly open. He heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on and still he stood there as if his feet were glued to the floor. How the hell was he going to get out of this mess?

  He walked slowly to the bathroom and cleared his throat. “Dax didn’t tell me your name…”

  “I don’t have one anymore.”

  Mike ground his teeth. “What did it used to be?”

  “Marty.”

  She still didn’t meet his eyes and Mike began to wonder if Dax had already hurt her in some way he couldn’t see. He stepped toward her and she cringed away. He lowered his voice to a whisper so a bug couldn’t pick it up.

  “I won’t hurt you Marty. I swear it. You know who I am.”

  Her eyes lifted and Mike saw so much in those beautiful dark eyes. How could she not know what he would do to keep her safe?

  “You’ll have to or someone else will.” Her voice held no accusation, only truth and Mike felt it like a blow to the stomach. She was right.

  “Would you rather it be someone else?” He knew it would kill him to let that happen, but if it would make it easier to get over then he would try.

  “I’m not sure it would make any difference.”

  Her voice held nothing. It was as lifeless as her eyes. She stripped out of her clothes and stepped into the shower. There had to be a way around this mess. He looked at her and realization hit him like a truck. She was so thin. Dax had starved her. He had heard it, but it had only hit him when he saw her. A lump formed in his throat making it hard to speak.

  “Are you hungry Marty? When did you eat last?”

  “I ate at the diner the night I was taken.”

  “That was days ago. Dax hasn’t fed you?” Mike wanted to beat the shit out of the heartless bastard.

  “He offered, but the price was too high. I’d rather starve.” She shrugged.

  “Fuck. I’ll get you something to eat Marty. I’ll be right back. I have some chips and shit in my room.”

  He started toward the door, but stopped when she spoke.

  “How much will it cost me?”

  That was all he could take. He stomped to his room and grabbed the little device Spec had given him before he’d joined up with the devils along with a protein bar and a bottle of soda. It was a jammer and should silence all the bugs on the upper floor of the clubhouse, maybe more. He flipped the switch and set everything on the bathroom sink before he pulled back the shower curtain and pulled her out of the spray and into his arms. He pressed his lips to her ear so he was sure she wouldn’t miss his words. Her wet body pressed against him and she was so much skinnier than she had been the last time. Anger and grief made his voice gruff when he spoke.

  “Don’t do that. I’m not one of them. I’m here as your safety net in case something went wrong.” He tightened his hold. “I’ve got you Marty. We may have to do things we hadn’t planned on yet, but I wanted you anyway. We may have to act a part, but I’ve got you. I won’t let you go. You have to do your part to help me get you out of here, but when it’s just us you can be you. I know I’m a dick and I know I’ve hurt you, but I’ve got you. This is all I’ve ever wanted in my life and I will do anything to keep it. I may have to fuck you because I was told to, but don’t you think for a second that it wasn’t going to happen anyway.” He pulled back so he could look down into her wide eyes. “I’ve wanted you since the first second I laid eyes on you. You are safe. I’ve got you and I will die to keep you.” He buried his hand in the back of her dark hair and fisted it loosely before he crushed his mouth against hers.

  “Trust me Marty. The brothers sent me in here because they knew I’d protect you with my life. I will get us out of this. You can fall to pieces if you need to. You can rage and beat the shit out of me if you need to, but you have to keep your head. As long as I’ve got you in my arms you are safe. I’ve got you damn it.”

  Eight

  Marty woke to a loud crash. She sat up in bed and saw Mike already dressing.

  “Get dressed Marty.”

  She tumbled out of bed and pulled on clothes. She had been with Mike for two days and nights. She had found a measure of peace with him that she hadn’t hoped for. This would all end soon. Mike had assured her that the brothers would come for her or he would get her out and she would be free. This would all be over soon. She held onto that promise like a life line and she survived, but she still wanted, craved death. She had to find a way…

  Mike had been true to his word too. He had convinced Dax that she wasn’t a virgin and so
he hadn’t demanded to watch them in bed. Mike had held her every night, but even though she had felt the evidence of his need, he hadn’t pressured her. There were times when he touched her and she felt herself melting, but he always stopped himself before they went too far.

  Now she looked at him and could almost feel something in the air. She hoped it would be Lawless and Spec coming to rescue her. Mike had made a call the first night they had been together, but something was wrong. Mike looked tense.

  She heard loud voices, but she couldn’t make out what they said. Then the door was kicked in.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” Mike shouted as four men poured into the room. Marty tried to stay out of sight.

  “That bitch isn’t just a little mouse! That’s Ace Hulsey’s kid! Fucking Defenders blood in my house. My stupid ass brother. I’ll kill him over this shit.”

  Marty felt the blood drain from her face, but Mike looked as calm as a judge.

  “What the fuck do you mean? You put that shit in my bed? How the hell did she get in here without you knowing who she is?” Mike spat. What the fuck kind of house are you running here Dax? You think I’m giving up contacts to a fucker who can’t even keep his fucking house clean?”

  “Shut the fuck up Nix. You want a piece of her fine, but I get what I want first.” Dax said and stepped toward her.

  “The fuck you say? She’s mine you son of a bitch. You gave her to me and I’m not of a mind to give her back yet. I will do what needs to be done to her, but she’s fucking mine.”

  “This is a big deal here Nix. You may be new here but I say what goes. This little bitch can help me take down the Defenders and I’m going to make those fuckers pay.”