by M. L. Beeson
After a few seconds of standing on my wobbling legs, I feel confident enough to try and get a drink. Grabbing ahold of the right knob with my shaky hands, I turn the water on to a dribble. I do not want to alert anyone or make any more noise than I need to, so I keep the water at a trickle.
I take a few moments to scrub the dirt and grime off of my hands then I am successfully able to cup my hands to catch water and bring it up to my mouth. My lips are so dry that the cold water stings as it hits them and I don’t hesitate to gulp down the first bit of water. I keep drinking handfuls and handfuls of water until I feel like my stomach is going to be sick. I should have taken it slower but my body had been longing for water for too long. Turning off the water, I turn to lean my rear on the sink as I look at the room and try to come up with some sort of escape plan.
Looking down and assessing myself, I am still in the dirty clothes I wore to the club but without shoes. Dawning on me, like a light bulb magically turning on, I reach my hand down into my bra and into the cup that houses my left breast. Thank god for being well endowed in the cleavage area. I stuffed a small folding pocket knife in there. I usually shove my knives in my boots or shoes but I wore flats to the club so I had to get creative. I am so happy to find the small knife; I could literally cry happy tears right now.
I need to get the hell out of here. There are no windows and only one door that leads in and out of this room, which by default is locked, I checked. So, my only option is to prepare myself and wait for someone to come in for me then execute my attack. Bring it on you sick fucks.
BLADE
I have decided to order a full lockdown for the club. Dozer so far is the only member with a family so ordering a lockdown did not take that long to have in place. During lockdowns no one leaves alone, and the women and children are protected at all times. I even extend the offer to the whores to make sure they are taking care of my men’s needs in stressful times. I wanted this fortress to be as secure as possible so it was nice to have our lockdown include the Vegas chapter.
I was glad to have all hands-on deck especially after Dozer informed me that Gedeon declined our request for backup, which is understandable. We have not earned that right--yet. Soon enough, we will be getting our shipments from the Bratva. The boss did give our business relationship a go-ahead. We have our first drop in a week or so, but my mind is a million miles away.
Right now, I focus on the two pricks that Rex and Rage were able to grab at the Minuteman gas station of all places. They are ignorant to think they can take what’s mine and get away with it, we saw their faces on the security feed, and Rex instantly recognized them when he made a pit stop on his way to the compound for lockdown. Now they are chained to my wall in the chamber, awaiting my arrival. I am ready to get answers to Ginger’s whereabouts.
Making my way out of the bar, I take the outer stairwell leading to the chamber. I feel the tension building in my shoulders and the blood is starting to quickly pump through my veins amping me up for what is about to come.
The click of the lock rings back into the hallway as I walk into the almost sterile room, allowing the door to slam shut behind me. I don’t bother to lock it back up since we are on a full lockdown. Peering into the chamber, I see two scrawny ass pale motherfuckers. I mean these men are glow in the dark white, and that is saying something up against the white tiled walls.
When I enter, I walk to stand in front of the two men whom are missing their shirts and shoes. I definitely recognize these men from the surveillance feed from Dirty Devil’s. Bending my neck from side to side in order to pop and release some of the tension from between my vertebras and muscles. I make a show out of the process, topping it off with dramatically popping each knuckle, one at a time. My little show has these two pussies ready to piss themselves. They are shaking their heads back and forth in anticipation of what they know is coming.
“Now, I hear you boys worked with Draven. I want to know who is in charge of your operation, and who the fuck thought they could take my girl!” My tone is menacing, even to my ears.
The man to my left tried to puff out his chest in defiance as he spoke. “We aren’t telling you shit!” He spit a loogie towards me which landed at my feet. This guy thinks he is big, huh? I will show him that he is nothing but a little bitch.
“String him up boys!” I order out to Rage and Rex. Hearing the oh-so-satisfying whoop-whoop from my men, they did as they were told with a smile on their face.
As Rex and Rage start towards the man, his eyes widen and he is trying to fight against his restraints, but nothing is going to help him now. I watch as my men haul the asshole up and fasten his handcuffs to a large meat hook attached to a winch on the ceiling. After they winch him up so that his toes can barely touch the ground, I start to laugh, he looks fucking pathetic. He isn’t so big and bad now that he is rendered useless as he dangles in the air awaiting my interrogation tactics.
Taking off my cut and placing it on the chair, I then take off my shirt. I walk up to the piece of shit in front of me and nod to my guys. On cue Rage and Rex both step up behind the man, holding onto the back of his legs to hold him steady for me. Bouncing from foot to foot and flinging each of my arms out to loosen them up, I catch the man off guard as I gave him a hard jab in the stomach with my fist. Continuing to pound my fists into the man’s flesh, I land a couple more punches to the stomach and a couple into his sides to irritate his kidneys, if he makes it out of here, he is going to be pissing blood for weeks.
Letting up on the beating, I ask, “have you changed your mind about talking?”
Huffing out a mumble in which sounds like a ‘no,’ I shrug my shoulders and get back to it.
Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. I continue to mare the man’s flesh with my knuckles. Getting bored of trying to beat the man into talking, I stop pounding my fist into the piece of shit and reach down, grabbing my switchblade from my boot. Enough child’s play for today, I am ready to get my answers and better yet get my woman back.
Growling, I lung towards the man and sink the cool steel deep into his appendix area. Hearing the man’s howl only fuels the fire that was raging within my soul. Grabbing the knife, I give it a little twist and yank it from the man’s body.
I point the knife towards him again. “Who is gave you the order?” I demand.
Shaking his head from side to side and not giving me an answer, I plunge the knife into the center of his abdomen more than likely penetrating his spleen. Pulling the knife from his flesh once more, I give him one last chance.
“This is your last chance motherfucker. Who is your leader and who gave the order to take my woman?”
“Fuck you!” He screams, spit flying from his mouth as he prepares to take his final breath.
“I’ll see you on the other side asshole. Tell my buddy Satan I say hello.” I reach up and slit the man’s throat from ear to ear which sends a spray of blood coating my face and chest.
His suspended body jerks and twitches as the blood leaves it, flowing down the industrial drain. I watch until his body stills and it is obvious that he is no longer alive.
Giving my men another nod, I watch as they lower the man to the floor and unhook him to drag his body off to a corner of the room. After I see that they have this handled, I hear the door creek open and I see Farm-Boy, Dozer, and Riggs join the party. They are making their way to the wall behind me, waiting for their orders.
Still holding my knife covered in the first neo-Nazi’s blood, I set my sights on the other piece of shit chained to my wall by shackles. Breaking my attention again, I notice movement to my left, Leo is quietly entering and joining my other men.
Turning back, I stare at the young, lengthy, blond-haired kid dead in the eyes. He just watched what I did to his buddy, so he should be more willing to talk. Hopefully.
Pointing the blade covered in his buddy’s blood in his direction, I speak. “Now, you saw what happens when I don’t get what I want. I want to know who sent you assholes
and gave the order to grab my woman against her will!” I demand.
Sighing out a long-drawn breath, he is too much of a pussy to look me in the eye as he responds, “Draven’s brother Benny is in charge of everything. He gave the order.”
Bending down to his level, I make sure he can see the fury in my eyes. “Where is she?”
Shaking his head, this piss-ant is trying to shake away tears. “She is with the other women, Benny controls.”
“What do you mean with the other women he controls?”
“They take women who they think are of some sort of value and blackmail whomever into paying to buy them back, or if they don’t pay up, he sells them to other men as sex slaves.”
What the fuck!? They are in the skin trading business? Those motherfuckers.
Taking a moment to process the information, I stand-up and walk towards my men. Meeting their questioning eyes, I run a frustrated hand through my hair as I try to think.
“What are you going to do with the kid, boss?” Dozer inquires. When I don’t respond, he follows up, “do you think he is telling the truth?”
“Yeah, I do. The little shit is scared, he saw what happened to the other guy, he has no reason to lie.”
“What if we get him to lead us to Ginger and the other women?” Rage chimes in.
“What would we do with him after he leads us to them?” Riggs fires back at Rage.
“We put a bullet in between his eyes!” Rage huffs out like it’s a no-brainer.
“He could barely pass for twenty fucking years old! He told us, he shouldn’t get that in return for helping us!” Riggs yells.
“Enough!” I growl, “shut the fuck up. We get what we can from him, and we take it to church and vote on it,” I say making my decision clear.
“Leo, bring the little twat something to eat, and see what else he has to say,” Receiving a nod in response, I grab a rag and wipe most of the blood off of my face and chest. I toss the rag on the dead piece of shit in the corner before I grab my shirt and cut then head up to my room to finish getting cleaned up.
After showering and getting into a clean change of clothes, I made my way down to the bar. Riley is behind the bar stocking bottles; I give him a chin lift and he takes acknowledgment by grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a glass and setting it in front of me. Twisting the top of the bottle of whiskey, I ignore the glass and grab the bottle by the neck to take long gulps of the amber colored liquid, drinking about a quarter of the fifth of whiskey. Trying to numb my thoughts and not wanting to talk or divulge into details about the information I just came across about Ginger, I head for my office with a tight grip on the whiskey bottle.
Sitting in my office getting fucking hammered alone, I could not stop my mind from drifting back to my sexy as fuck woman. I have never been smitten on a girl since that cunt-face Misty, which in reality I don’t know that I was really even into her. Trying not to think about the past, I continue to drown my thoughts, the last thing I remember was finishing off the bottle, and hearing the empty bottle bounce off of the floor because I didn’t quite make it to the desk.
I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting here wallowing when Dozer barges through the door.
“Boss we have…. what the fuck?”
My mind is barely registering the words coming from his mouth. Without any further statements, I feel a weight lifted off my lap. Looking down, my cock is out of my pants and is standing at half-mast, completely soaked. My drunken mind is too slow to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
“Get out, and stay the fuck away from the boss!” I hear Dozer’s deep voice. “You know the rules of lockdown, you don’t bother the president.” What the fuck is going on?
Trying my best to button my fly, I am finally able to complete the task, after my brain and fingers started to communicate with each other. Seeing Dozer stomp my way, he looks pissed. Without saying a word, the fucker throws a mean right hook, colliding his fist to my jaw, making me fall out of my chair. What the fuck does he think he is doing?
“The fuck, D?” I scramble off of the floor to find my balance on my feet. I know my vice president did not just issue a blow to my face.
“You need to get your fucking shit together.” Rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, he looks at me with concern. “I came to tell you we have a location on your woman, but finding Shay sucking your dick for all she is worth has me doubting if you really want to find Ginger.”
Lunging towards my vice president, he pushes me to the side and I land on the couch, thank fuck. “Sober the fuck up, so we can get her before it’s too late,” he manages to growl out while giving me a disapproving shake of the head, as he hoists me up. Holding me upright while escorting me upstairs to my room, he throws my ass into the shower. Landing in a mess fully clothed, it takes a whole ten seconds for my mind to register the asshole turned the water as cold as it would go. Brrr. It was cold as fuck.
Sitting fully clothed in an ice-cold shower, was not how I expected the night to go. I imagined it more along the line of drinking myself into oblivion or until I passed the fuck out. I hated not knowing or having anything to go on, it felt like all I could possibly do was sit on my ass and twirl my thumbs. So drinking my foreign emotions away seemed like a good plan. Guess I didn’t think that shit through.
Once I feel like my drunken state is starting to come to a head, I turn off the shower and step out in search of a towel. I find both a clean towel and a hot steaming cup of coffee on the bathroom counter, my VP is something else.
Getting dressed I head down stairs, cradling my half drank cup of coffee, I find all of my men along with the Vegas guys impatiently standing in the bar.
“What do we have?”
Dozer is the first one to speak up. “The twat downstairs is singing the brother’s tune. Giving us everything. Turns out the little shit was born into the lifestyle and wants out he has some sort of college dreams so he was willing to give up the location of their hideout, or as he referred to it as the stables. It seems that the Aryan’s are into a lot more that weapon trading. They are in the skin trade too and keep women that they view have the perfect genetic makeup for selective breeding. They only keep them to pop out kids.”
Sucking in a sharp breath, I run my hand over the back of my neck trying to relieve some of the tension. “Fuck, where’s the hideout?”
Casting his eyes down to the floor he slowly responds, “about an hour and a half from here.”
I’m unable to hide my rage. “They have been under our noses for almost forty-eight hours, and we are just figuring this shit out?” Taking a deep breath through my nose and letting it out of my partially open lips, I try to calm the storm that is wreaking havoc inside.
“Suit up, we are going to get her. Keep that asshole locked up somewhere, if his word is true, I may consider what he wants in return.”
“Sure, you’re up for that right now?” Dozer raises his brow. Looking at the curious eyes of my other members, are they fucking doubting me and my abilities?
“Yeah, I will ride in the van. We don’t know if she will be able to get on the back of a bike,” I suggest covering my own pathetic ass.
Yelling, I give out the order as I head for the door. “Get ready for fucking war boys! We get in, retrieve her and kill every last one of those fucks that get in our way.” Hearing the whooping and hollering is a confirmation that my men and I are on the same page.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GINGER
I have been in this godforsaken room for what seems like days, each second of every minute is ticking by at a snail’s pace. I have taken up residence behind the door. I want to be a surprise to whomever walks into this room. My adrenaline is starting to wear off, and my head is throbbing to my rapidly beating heart, it is all I can do to keep myself from falling asleep.
I startle awake which causes another sharp pain to shoot through my skull. I can hear the sound of keys entering the lock. Shit, here goes nothing. Watching the door slo
wly open, I stand up trying to make as little of noise as possible. By the visible tattoos, I can tell that it is the same man that taunted me before. He is looking down at his phone as he walks into the room and kicks the door shut. Trying not to let the loud slam bother my pounding head too much, I start to panic.
It takes the man a few seconds before he looks up from his phone. “What the fuck?” He finally noticed the broken chair in the middle of the room and the fact that I wasn’t with it. Taking the opportunity, I quietly rush up behind him, and drive my small blade into the back of the man’s neck.
Hissing out in pain, he turns and I can see his face contorting in agony. Reaching back and pulling the small knife out of his flesh, he looks at it and back at me before growling out and lunging towards me, “you little cunt-face.”
Trying to go for the door, I am pulled back by my hair and slammed against the concrete floor. Hearing the man’s gun load a round into the chamber, I open my eyes to only be looking into the barrel of a pistol, “I told you, you little cunt that I would shoot you for disobeying!”
Thinking quickly, I bend my knee almost all the way to my chest and drove my heel into his crotch, kicking him with all of my strength. Howling out in pain and losing his balance, he falls forward holding himself. Taking advantage of my moment of opportunity, I rush to my feet, shuffling them as quickly as I can trying to get the fuck out of that room.
Twisting the knob of the door I am able to fling it open and start running as fast as I can. Running down the long corridor, I try to open each door I pass, but not a single one of them will budge. Giving up on trying to open the doors, I just decide to see where the end of the hall goes. In the distance, I can hear the asshole yelling from behind me. Being in survival mode has me focusing my attention ahead of me.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of gunshots ringing from behind me has me ducking and my adrenaline pumping.
It seems like an escape is a possibility until I hear one more gunshot. I stop dead in my tracks due to the blinding pain in my shoulder blade area. Grabbing the ball of my right shoulder, I try to push through the pain and soldier forward, but I feel another slicing pain in my left calf before I actually hear the shot ring out.
