Crimson: Satan's Savages MC Book One

by M. L. Beeson

  Falling to the floor, I can hear Draven’s brother, who’s name I have still yet to learn, come walking up to me. Feeling his dark aura next to me, I get a harsh and powerful kick to my left rib cage which jolts me from laying on my stomach how I had collapsed to laying on my back.

  With tears spewing from my eyes, I look up at the monster who had me kidnapped, held me against my will, and shot me over some beef with the Satan’s Savages. I can’t keep my composure any longer, I start to sob as the pain throughout my entire body is becoming too much to bear.

  I hear laughing over my head. “Stupid bitch, you should have listened,” he bends down over my limp body, “now let’s see if the boys want to have a little fun.” He presses the hot barrel between my eyes, undoubtedly leaving a circular burn on my skin. Feeling the slight sizzle of the skin was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I start to see black spots as I start to go unconscious once again.

  Crimson the chatty little four-year-old with the bounciest strawberry blond curls and an obsession with the color pink comes running out of our room, “We get ice-cream today?” Shoot she remembered. That’s the problem with wanting a few minutes of extra sleep, you throw out bribes in hope that they won’t remember.

  Looking down at this sassy little girl, she had gotten herself dressed in her pink sparkling tulle skirt and a white t-shirt speckled with various colored unicorns. Oh boy, she was ready for ice cream alright.

  After quickly throwing my hair up in a messy bun and throwing on a pair of jeans and sneakers, we were headed to our favorite little ice-cream shop in Henderson, on the outskirts of Vegas.

  As soon as we enter the shop, Crimson starts rattling off her order to the gal behind the counter and I order a scoop of cake batter ice-cream. We sit at one of the small round tables enjoying our treat, having some innocent chit-chat. Crimson is obsessed with Sofia the First, so she is telling me all about how Sofia’s amulet allows her to speak to animals and the adventures she goes on. I can’t help but awe over her internal light, she is the happiest little girl I have ever met.

  Seeing movement in the corner of my eye, I see a man approaching our table. “Mystic, it’s nice to see you.” Fuck, this is a client from the strip club.

  “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” I say as I start to pack up Crimson and her small bowl of ice-cream.

  “No, I know you. You work at Neon Nights. I saw you just last night, please let me take you out?”

  “No thanks,” I reply dryly and head for the door. Then the asshole has the audacity to grab my arm even though I am holding onto a four-year-old.

  “Please, I would love to take you out.”

  Twisting out of his grasp, I finally make it out of the door and to Meg’s car. Buckling Crimson into her seat, I try to shake off my nerves. Fuck, I knew it would happen sooner or later. Once I get behind the wheel, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the road. I drive aimlessly for hours, long enough that Crimson falls asleep. Finally getting the nerve to go home and confident enough that the sleaze ball from the club didn’t follow us, I pull up and park in our gravel driveway.

  Walking into the house holding Crimson, I meet Megan’s eyes, I don’t even hesitate to speak what is on my mind. “I can’t live in Vegas anymore. I just had an encounter with a customer outside of work in front of Crim, we need to find somewhere quiet and safe to raise her.”

  Not even hesitating, she responds, “where are we going?”

  Grinning, I can’t help but feel the overwhelming sense of belonging and love that Meg has given me.

  “I think I should buy a bus ticket and head up north to Idaho or Montana. They seem quiet and safe, from everything I have ever heard about them.”

  “Perfect, but you said you should buy a ticket. What about Crimson and myself?”

  “I will go and get a place lined up then I will send enough cash for you and her to come up.” I start to nervously bite my nails. “Can you handle things for a few weeks or so while I line things up?”

  “Yes.”

  Two weeks after our conversation, I was on a bus to Boise, Idaho.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  BLADE

  After doing a bit of recon of sorts, we parked about a quarter mile down the road from the entrance of the compound they refer to as the stables. Loading rounds into the magazines for my two 9mm pistols, I click them in place and move the slide back loading a round into each chamber. Shoving one of the guns into my boot, I set the other on my lap as I make sure I have all of my blades tucked in the proper areas they’re easy to get too. Meaning, I have one in each boot, one on each hip, and one in the back of my waistband.

  Giving Marcus, our fuck-up of a prospect a nod, I indicate we are ready to storm the building. With that go-ahead, Marcus floors it, pressing the pedal to the floor, taking a hard-left turn into the compound entrance breaking past the pitiful chain-link gate. Hearing gunfire behind us, I know my men are not taking any shit and shooting anyone who gets in their way.

  Getting out of the van, I hold my gun in my right hand as I balance it on my left hand which happens to also be holding a seven-inch hunting knife.

  Seeing Dozer, Riley, and Rage rushing my way, I stand to the right of the door, and Riley, spartan kicks the door off its hinges. Rushing in first, I clear the entrance to the long hallway having seen no one is in sight. Continuing forward down the long corridor, I can hear the heavy breathing of my men behind me, more have joined us.

  There is a long row of doors. I look back at my men to see that everyone is with me, and Marcus is holding down the entrance. With a quick flick of a nod, I go to the first door with the intent to break it open. My men taking my actions into account, follow me as they each head to a door. Looking down towards everyone, I silently, only moving my lips say, “one, two, three.” At the exact same time, we all kick the fucking doors in.

  Once the doors fly open, we are met with the shrill shrieks of women. Looking into the room that I had broken the door into, I take note that the woman that is housed in this room looks like she is ready to pop any day. Fuck! She was one of the able-bodied women that they kept around to breed.

  I look the terrified woman directly in the eyes. “Have you seen a woman, ashy brown hair, brown eyes, and about aye high?” I indicate her height by holding my hand about level with my chest.

  “No, usually those ones aren’t around for very long, before they disappear,” she cried, reaching out to me as I turn and walk back out the door.

  There are blood smears along the peeling linoleum as I look down the long hall. Walking to where the blood had pooled on the floor, I kneel down to touch it. It’s still tacky and a dark shade of red, it wasn’t old enough to start drying yet. Standing to my full height, I look at the very last door at the end of the hallway that seems to be in shambles. My men hadn’t gotten that far with breaking in doors, so there must have been some sort of struggle.

  Taking long and meaningful strides into the room, I catch a familiar tin smell, blood; it was everywhere. In the middle of the room was a broken chair, and as I got closer to inspect it, I noticed there were a few strands of brown hair. Ginger has been here. Where the fuck is she now? Grabbing a hold of the back of my neck and squeezing, I look down and see a small knife. I cannot help but feel a little bit of relief because I know my wildcat put up some sort of fight.

  Turning around, I see my men are starting to migrate my way. “She was here, and with the damage and amount of blood, there was a struggle. They couldn’t have gotten far. Find them.” I strode in the direction of the door leading outdoors. We are missing something. The place is abandoned, they were tipped off.

  “Fuck!” I yell at the top of my lungs, my breathing heavy from being so fucking pissed off, broken, and all around lost. I finally hear it. It was faint, but it sounded like a sob. Turning around and looking in all directions, I noticed the bolted cellar doors located at the back of the building.

  Not hesitating, I run as fast as I could
to those doors, pulling out my pistol stashed in the front of my waistband, I shoot the lock sending metal shrapnel in every direction, but it did the job. Yanking the chains from the handles of the doors, I toss them to the side and throw open the two flimsy doors. The commotion had gotten the attention of my men, when I looked to each side, I see them flanking behind me, guns ready.

  Taking each step with an anxiety filled breath, I finally plant both feet on solid ground in the cellar. It is dark as shit in here, the only light is coming from the open cellar doors above me. Blindly moving around in the dark, waiting for my eyes to adjust, I hear another sob. This time it was louder and filled with agony and pain. Finally finding a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling, I pull the chain to illuminate the cellar. The sight in front of me will forever be burned into my memories. Ginger, my wildcat. Broken. Mangled.

  There she was naked below the waist and strung-up like some sort of animal, bleeding out. Rushing to her was a blur, I don’t think I have ever moved that fast. When reach her, I stand distraught, unaware of what my next action should be. I could feel the rage burning inside my chest. Feeling someone grab my shoulder and squeeze, I look to my right and see Farm-Boy standing beside me with a murderous expression. “Boss, let me get her down and we will have Doc take a look at her.”

  Nodding my head in agreement, I watch as Farm-Boy and two others try to get the padlocks off the chains that are being used to suspend Ginger from the ceiling.

  “Fuck, these chains aren’t budging. I know this isn’t the ethical way Blade, but we are going to have to shoot the locks, you got her when she falls?”

  Shaking my head yes, I hear the shots. Bang! Bang! Dozer and Farm-boy were able to successfully hit the intended targets with complete accuracy. Standing in front of Ginger, I was able to catch her severely beaten body. Once I had her in my arms, I didn’t hesitate to haul ass up the cellar stairs and outside. Not being able to bring myself to look down at her broken and mutilated body, I rush straight for the van. I need to stay focused. Climbing in I sit in the back with her in my lap, barking orders to Riley who bolted for the driver’s seat. “Drive! Get us to a god damned hospital!”

  Unable to keep my eyes away from my woman any longer, I gaze down at her. I cannot process the feelings that are pulsating through my body at this very moment. She is black and blue from head to toe. She has a couple giant bloody knots on her head and a gunshot wound to her leg and shoulder. As I survey her wounds, I see the black bruises on her inner thighs along with multiple trails of blood. I am going to kill every fucking person that touched her.

  I can’t stand to look at my woman in this condition, it absolutely scares the hell out of me. Looking beside me, I see a crate that has some necessities in it in case of a break down. Winters are hell here in Idaho. I grab the heavy wool blanket out of the crate and I wrap her in it, covering her broken frame the best I could. It is just Riley and I in the van but I know Ginger wouldn’t want for anyone, especially us to see her in this state.

  I am jolted when the van comes to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room doors. Riley is quick to jump out and open the sliding door for me to exit out of. Rushing through the automatic doors and into the overly sanitized hospital, I start yelling for help. Nurses and doctors surround me in the matter of seconds, and whisk Ginger away down the long eye-aching white hall way on a stretcher. Standing there, covered in blood, watching the one woman I care about get taken away from me for a second time, has me on edge.

  Riley brings me to reality. “Cops will be here soon.” Fuck, that is the last thing I need right now.

  Sitting in the stale ass waiting room, going on eight hours without a word from the doctors has me itching to stab something or someone. The only thing going for me is that my entire club is with me. Steve and Marshall are even here for support. This right here is the reason I love my club, we are a family and no matter how major or even minor a situation is, they are here for you. We are rough on the outside but we love one another, no matter how stubborn each and every one of us is. Well except the fucking rat, I will find his ass one way or another.

  Standing up, I head to grab another cup of coffee when Nathaniel, our local sheriff strides into the room. Shit. Piss. Fuck!

  I’m instantly irritated to see his ugly mug. “Nathaniel,” I nod.

  “I see you guys got yourself in a situation and an innocent civilian got hurt,” he says as a matter of fact.

  “Just do what you gotta do Natey-boy. My girl is laying on a table in one of those rooms, and I am anticipating hearing some sort of news about her soon.”

  “So, you brought her in? Where did you find her?”

  Giving Nathaniel my side of the story leaving out the war with the Aryans, he seems satisfied and leaves. Breathing out a giant sigh of relief, I see Edge the president of the Vegas chapter walking through the door with a woman and small child. Running my hands through my hair, this is not the time for his contact to come through with bringing Megan and her kid to us. Looking around at my men, who have taken up residency on the stiff ass chairs, I can see their peak of curiosity as well.

  Leaving the room, I walk about into the hallway to greet Edge and the woman carrying the miniature human. I take note that Megan is in her mid to late thirties but looks like she is one hell of a spit fire. I can already tell why she and Ginger are best friends.

  The woman reaches her hand out to me in greeting. “Hi, I am Megan, but you can call me Meg. Have you heard anything about Gingy?” Quirking my eyebrow at her nickname for Ginger, I grasp her hand firmly and shake it.

  “Blade. No, we have been here for over eight hours and have not heard a peep out of the nurses or doctors.”

  As if the doctors overheard the start to our conversation, one walks towards us. “Excuse me, are you family of Ms. Stradley?” a young male doctor asks. The three of us nodded our heads all at once. “Well we were able to remove the bullets from her shoulder and calf, but we are more concerned about the extreme bruising to her cranium, we have done a CT-Scan and it shows a small bleed in her brain. Also, her body has taken a beating, she is severely bruised. We did a rape kit, we are waiting to hear back about any possible DNA left behind.” The doctor takes a long breath, breathing outward like he was trying to keep it together himself.

  My hands clench into fists at my sides. “When will she be awake?”

  The doctor looks me directly into my eyes, not bothered that I tower over him and have a good sixty pounds of muscle on him. “We don’t know. Her brain needs time to heal, her body needs time to rest so as of now we will be keeping her sedated so we can monitor her.”

  Beside me, Meg starts to hysterically cry, almost dropping the sleeping child that is slumped over her shoulder. Without thinking, I grab the child from Meg, while she cries for her best friend. When I turn the child towards me, to rest her over my shoulder, everything around me freezes. This little one is a miniature version of Ginger except with blonde curls; the resemblance is uncanny.

  Looking through the glass pane windows separating us from the rest of the club, I give Leo and Riley who happen to be sitting near each other a nod, and they are quick to rise to their feet and come my way. “I want a guard outside of her room at all times, and I want it to be one of you two for now so alternate shifts. When I can be with her I will. I need to get the friend and kid set up somewhere safe. I’ll be back.”

  Thank god, Edge had his pickup with him because we were all able to load up and head to a safe house, my house to be exact. Dozer and Leo were the only ones that know I own a place, let alone where it was. After we arrive, I jumped out of the front passenger seat and beat everyone to the door so I could unlock it and get some lights turned on. Quickly running back to my room, I throw on a fresh shirt that isn’t covered in blood.

  Once, Meg and the little one are settled inside with their bags, I slump on the couch and nod my head for Meg to do the same. “We need to have a little chat and get on the same page about some thing
s,” I inform her.

  Looking at me like she was a deer caught in the headlights, I watch her nervously gulp, “oh… kay.”

  “So, is the child, yours or Ginger’s?” I blatantly ask.

  Watching the beads of sweat starting to form on this poor woman’s face, I try to calm myself to relieve the tension in the room. “I am not going to hurt you or anything. Ginger and I are together, so I am trying my fucking best to protect her and what is hers.”

  “Yes, Crimson is Ginger’s, but that is her story to tell and not mine. I am her godmother incase anything ever happened to Ginger. That way she would never be a product of the system.”

  “Why weren’t you and the kid up here with her?”

  “She had an incident with a client from one of her old gigs, she wanted to come up here and get things set up before we came.”

  Slowly nodding my head, I acknowledge what the woman next to me is saying, processing the information.

  “Well she has shit luck, because she had issues with her boss here too, that is how we met. I have been employing her at the clubhouse bar to make sure she is safe.”

  “Then what the fuck happened Blade? Why is she beaten to a pulp laying in a hospital room?” I could see this woman had some spunk.

  “Not that it’s any of your fucking business, the club had issues with a group of men. They grabbed Ginger when she went out the one night I didn’t stop her. They did this to get back at me!” Grinding my teeth together, I am trying my hardest not to fly off the handle. One because this bitch thinks she can talk to me like this, and two because the woman I have had a deep pull to is in the hospital fighting for her life.