by M. L. Beeson
Stepping back out into the dim hallway heading back to the main area, I feel someone grab me from behind. What the fuck? I start to panic when I don’t recognize the hands that are around me. I start to kick and when I go to scream, a hand holding a rag slams down over my nose and mouth, pressing firmly into my face. I resist the best I can, but it is not long before my limbs feel impossible to pick up and everything starts to get fuzzy and eventually goes dark.
I can hear noises around me but it seems like it is taking all of my energy to try and open my eyelids. Unable to open them, I just continue to listen to what sounds like two men shooting the shit with each other. What happened? Where am I? I don’t remember much as the voices start to sound far away as I drift back into a heavy slumber.
I don’t know how long I have been out but my head is pounding and throbbing with the worst headache I think I have ever had. Opening my eyes, I am blinded by the light in the room. It isn’t very bright, but after I have been out for, I don’t know how long, it is taking my eyes awhile to adjust to the brightness in the room. My vision is starting to sharpen so I try to sit up. I am able to take in my surroundings, which isn’t much.
The room is small, with a sink and that is dripping every so often and a bucket which smells like it was used to for human feces; a make shift toilet. Looking down at myself, I look like I have rolled in dirt, I am super grungy. I am still in the same clothes that I was wearing at the club the only difference is I’m not wearing any shoes. I panic when a chain catches my eye. I have a shackle around my right ankle and it is bolted to the wall.
The realization sets in that I have been kidnapped. Oh fuck. Is it Ross? Would he really go to such lengths to have me under his thumb again? Who am I kidding? Of course, he would, he is a possessive son of a bitch. I can’t help but start sobbing, trying to make it as quiet as possible. I don’t want to alert whoever is out there that I am awake.
After what seems like hours of crying, I don’t think I have another tear left inside of me. My body is in overdrive trying to cope with the reality of my situation. I am wiping my face with my dirty hand when I hear the lock of the door click from the outside, and the door flies open.
Standing in front of me is a man I have never seen before. He’s about six-foot-tall, built with muscle, and has a shaved head. He has what looks like patchy prison ink in random spots on his exposed skin. There are many fading blue swastikas; mostly covering his neck and a couple on his arm and hands. Who the fuck is this? And what the hell do they want with me?
Looking at me with a nasty snarl, the man finally speaks. “Looks like the little half-breed is awake.” Good observation, Captain Obvious. I casually roll my eyes at the insult, nothing I haven’t heard before.
Trying to hold my emotions at bay, I stutter when I try to speak. “Wh…wh…why am I here?”
“Well it seems like your boy-toy killed my little brother Draven and shipped his body back to me in a fucking crate. So, in all fairness, I took something of his. You know, an eye for an eye type of shit,” he laughs as he spits in my face, “and boy are the guys going to have fun breaking you in.”
“What do you mean?” A fire has been lit within my soul making my body seethe with anger. “Let me go! Blade and I aren’t even together, we casually fuck, and I don’t know jack about any of their club business!”
He bends down to my level, his eyes burning holes into me, fueling my anger. “Look here you little cunt, you don’t get a say here. You are chained to a god damned wall and you should heed my warning. You will obey me and my men, and we will do as we please. If you do not obey, I will not hesitate to put a bullet between those big brown eyes.” For good measure, he back hands me across the face.
“Fuck you. Blade will find me, and slaughter every one of you, sick fucks!” I scream, and spit back in his face. I will not bow or back down from these assholes. I would rather go out swinging than existing just to be a sex object for these nasty fuckers to get off on.
My outburst earned me a punch to the side of the head, and after I recoiled back, the fucker punched me square in the face. I know my nose is broken, I heard the awful crunch and the gritty feeling of the bone and cartilage displacing. Without another word, the man stands and walks out of the room slamming the door behind him. I can hear him locking the room up securely.
There is no way I am going to get out of here. There are no windows and only one exit; that fucking door. Easing myself down on the cool cement floor I curl into the fetal position and hold my hands over my throbbing nose. I let the pain take over and I eventually pass out from the overwhelming pressure in my face and head.
After Ross assaulted me and left me laying naked and bleeding on my bed, I finally found the courage to stand. I walked painfully and slowly into the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom. I started a cool shower and stepped in, hoping to wash off the scent of him and the mess that he made between my legs. Not being able to hold back my dam of tears, I quietly sobbed. I sat down, and let the cold-water flow over my violated body. I was supposed to have sex for the first time tonight, but not with my stepdad. It was supposed to be with my boyfriend, Bobby. He won’t want me now; now that I am tainted.
Finding the courage to stand, I shut off the shower and grab a towel that was hanging on the towel rack. I quickly walk to my dresser and pulled out a comfy pair of yoga pants and a baggy sweatshirt. After getting dressed, I walk to my closet and grab the biggest bag I can find. I shove all of my clothes into the very large Louis Vuitton suitcase, along with a couple pairs of sneakers, a couple designer purses that I could use to get quick cash, and the photo of me and my daddy when we were on the beach when I was six.
After I stuffed my suitcase full of my belongings, I grabbed the stash of cash I hid for times when Bobby and I would decide to do a little cocaine. I had about five thousand saved up; perks of the wealthy, I guess. I grabbed the keys off my dresser to my beamer, and I opened my door slowly. Peaking in each direction before making my exit, trying to sneak out before my mother or Ross catch on. Making it to the front door, I say to the hell with it and open it out and run to my car, shoving my suitcase in the back seat.
Taking my position behind the wheel, I start my car and peel out of the driveway. When I am a few miles from my house, I toss my cell phone out of the window into the median of the interstate; I don’t want them to track me. Heading North West, I am trying to get the fuck out of Austin, Texas.
After hours of driving I decide to ditch my car so they cannot track me by the GPS or OnStar. I make it to Albuquerque, New Mexico and without further hesitation, I stop at a gas station for directions to the nearest bus station. As I start in the new direction, I notice a little used-car dealership not far from the bus station. I decide to pull in and see how much they will give me for my beamer. The owner was a stingy and shady man; he would only give me ten thousand cash for it. I knew the car was worth at least double of that but I took it and headed straight for the bus station.
Making my way to the ticket counter, I notice the next bus was leaving in fifteen minutes; Las Vegas here I come. I take my seat on the bus next to a woman in her late twenties or early thirties. We start chatting and immediately click, she is the nicest woman I have ever met. She lives alone in Vegas with her cat Midnight. After a couple of hours on the road, Meg, short for Megan, insists I come stay with her so that I am not out on the streets of Vegas. She informs me about all the crime and how a lot of homeless women end up being prostitutes or find themselves in a human trafficking ring. I am hesitant at first about Meg’s offer, but she seems genuine and concerned for my well-being. With my final decision made, I get off the bus in Vegas and catch a cab with Meg to head to her home.
She didn’t live the lavish lifestyle I just ran away from; she lived a very simple and modest life. We pulled up to a small yellow cottage with white shutters, complete with desert landscaping that consisted of rock instead of grass due to the drought ridden region. Pulling our suitcases out of the trun
k, I walk up to the cab driver’s window and hand him cash and give him a polite thank you.
I follow Meg up to the front door and stand patiently as she unlocks it and walks in. Hot on her heels, I take in my surroundings. The house is decorated with the cutest farmhouse décor making it very cozy. Walking down the hallway, Meg showed me to her spare room.
“This here will be your room,” she smiles as I take in the beautiful queen-sized bed and the duvet that blanketed the mattress.
“Thank you so much, Megan. I will pay you rent and everything until I can find a place,” I try to hide my nerves.
“No, you will not. You focus on getting yourself in a good place mentally and spiritually, you hear me, sweetheart?” She points a finger towards me like a mother scolding their small child.
“Yes, ma’am,” I reply simply.
With a sweet and genuine smile, Meg places her hand on my shoulder before she walks out of the room. “Welcome home, Ginger.”
Clank! Clank! Clank! The sound pulls me from one of my fondest memories.
My eyes fly open, well as open as they can go; that asshole did a number on my face and my eyelids are swollen. Taking in my surroundings, I don’t see anything different from the last time I was awake, I just keep hearing the same reoccurring sound. What the hell is that?
Standing up, I place my hand on the wall for support as I start to wobble. I stand still a moment trying to even out my equilibrium before trying to move around anymore. I don’t see anything that can be making that sound so it must be coming from another room. It sounds like someone it hitting something against a metal pipe. The sound is piercing, and I can hear the echo, so it has to be something metal.
When the banging finally stops, I hear a woman’s voice crying out for help. With my heart racing I start to yell as well.
I scream as loud as I can. Maybe with the both of us screaming for help, we can alert someone of our presence and they can help us get out of this hell hole.
“Help! Help Me! Help!” I scream again.
I hear the door unlock with a loud thud, and in walks another white fucking supremacist. This man does not say anything as he walks up to me. He reaches down and puts a small key into the lock that is keeping the shackle around my ankle, unlocking it. Without any warning, he bends down and throws me over his shoulder as I start to kick and pound my fist against him as hard as I can while screaming for help. My fist isn’t phasing the man whatsoever, he just continues to walk down the long damp smelling hallway with me over his shoulder. We pass by another door, which is where the banging and screaming is coming from, then another, and another. What the fuck is this place?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BLADE
I have been in my office for about an hour with Leo and the president of the Vegas chapter, Edge. Leo and I have been giving Edge the low down on what happened with Draven and how he knew that we were selling to the cartel. With wide eyes, Edge leans back in his seat and huffs out a long breath as he looks up at the ceiling.
“So, what you’re telling me, is someone fed our dealings to the fucking Aryans? Like a fucking rat!?” Edge bellows out, “fuck.” He sits up and pounds his large fist down on my desk making everything on it move.
“Yes, we have a leak,” I confirm, “I don’t have a god damn clue who would fucking talk, we are all brothers. It’s going to be a hard on all of us to flush out a brother.” I huff out as I run small circles along my right temple trying to rid my frustration.
“I have been checking out all of our brother’s phone logs to see if anything out of the ordinary stands out to me, but so far boss I keep hitting dead ends” Leo sighs “everyone checks out, unless they are using a burner which I cannot track.” That’s what I love about Leo, he will go above and beyond for his brothers, his family without being asked too. He is a true and loyal member.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Edge pounds his fist on the desk again. This is the exact reason we refer to him as Edge, he is always on edge.
“Well, we are going to have to keep our eyes open and observe with extreme caution, we don’t want to spook the mole. Let’s go grab a drink,” I suggest.
“Yeah boss, I will meet you out in the bar,” Leo agrees to the drink.
“Actually, I was thinking of riding out to Dirty Devil’s. Ginger asked me to grab a drink with her earlier,” I say lighting a joint.
With a shit eating grin, Edge nudges me. “So, you going steady with that fine as shit woman?”
Giving him the bird and ignoring his question, all three of us walk out to our bikes and get ready to ride. Pulling out onto the road, we fall into formation with me in the lead. Edge is a president, but I outrank him due to being the original charter’s president; all of the other chapters are under my thumb. I am digging the night air. I love riding on nights like this, it is brisk, but not too cold, and not even a breeze; it is soothing to the soul.
Pulling into the lot of Dirty Devil’s, we park and walk up and greet the bouncer. I can see that the club is doing really well tonight, it is fucking packed. Looking to the bar, I see Dolly and another young bartender tending to customers and their drink orders.
Walking behind the bar, I give Dolly a quick hug. “Hey darlin, you seen Ginger around?”
“She was here a while ago. She ordered a couple drinks and was sitting in that booth over there.” She points to an empty booth but Marcus is occupying the booth behind it, getting a lap dance from Ecstasy.
I stomp over to his dumb as fuck ass. “Where the fuck is Ginger?”
Widening his eyes, he knows he is in deep shit, he had one fucking job; to watch over Ginger.
“Hey boss, she went to the restroom a while ago,” he says nervously, “figured you wouldn’t want me following her in there.” He shrugs. He must have a death wish if he keeps talking to me like that.
Looking at the booth Ginger had been sitting at, I see her purse sitting next to a full drink that looks like it has been sitting there awhile from the condensation dripping from the glass. She couldn’t have gone far. I turn and walk down the hallway to the area that the bathrooms are located. Not bothering to knock, I barge into the lady’s room startling a couple women.
“Ginger?” I yell out. Getting impatient waiting for a reply I start to kick each stall door open, not giving a fuck if anyone was occupying them. Ginger was not in the bathroom or anywhere else in the club. Panic is starting to rise, and the bile in my stomach is starting to bubble. Where is she?
Running back into the main room, I whistle as loud as I can, signaling to the DJ to kill the music. “Savage’s get in the office now!” I order.
Seeing Edge, Leo, and Marcus head towards the office, I wait to see if any of my other men are in the building. Seeing movement to my left, I see Rex and Riggs shove a couple of dancers off their laps and start walking towards the office. Finally giving a nod to the DJ, he cues the music and the place erupts into the party that had been flowing.
Walking into the office, I find Dozer sitting at his desk with a surprised look on his face as six of us enter his room. The office seems tiny as seven of us big ass men try to occupy its space.
“What’s going on boss?” Dozer asks in concern.
“Move so Leo can check the feeds,” I instruct. “Ginger was here getting a couple drinks and she went to the restroom and never came back. Her purse and her full drink were left at the table, untouched. I need answers to what the fuck is happening.”
Without hesitation, Dozer shimmies out of the tight space and makes way for Leo to take his seat. Immediately Leo starts typing away, bringing up every camera we have in the place and starts rewinding it to the time that Ginger got here. Pausing it, Leo nudges two fingers at me, signaling for me to come here. Looking at the computer screen, it is paused on a frame that shows us that a man grabbed Ginger from behind and was holding a rag over her face. Hitting the table as hard as I can, I notice my men take a step back.
“Zoom in and see if you can see who the fuck he is,”
I huff out, balling my fists.
Doing as I instructed, Leo is going through each frame individually to see if we can find any distinguishing characteristics of the fucker that took Ginger. Was it Ross, the man that spooked and is on the hunt for Ginger?
After what seems like a fucking life time, Leo points. “Here, it looks like part of a swastika.”
Fuck! I knew the Aryans would fucking strike when we least expected it! How would they even know who she is or where she would be? Making the connection, threw me into a fit of rage. I started punching the wall as hard as I could over and over and over again.
The fucking loose-lipped leak! That fucking rat!
I kept punching the wall until the drywall was crumbling and falling to the ground. With bloody knuckles, I turn towards my men not saying a fucking word. They know the gravity of the situation at hand.
Finally calm enough to speak without spit flying from anger, “what was the time stamp?” Leo lets the video feed play forward and as we see the back door open the time is noted on the video as 12:08 a.m. Fuck we are an hour behind them.
Leo must have read my mind, because he is already looking at the feeds from the outdoor security cameras trying to find anything out about the events that took place after that fucker, chloroformed my girl.
Catching a glimpse in the right-hand corner of the screen. “There,” I point. Leo pulls up that camera’s feed to make it full screen. Rewinding and re-watching the feed about six times, all we were able to gain from it was that the last two digits of the license plate, X2. Fuck, there are countless combinations that end in those two fucking digits.
