We are on the road for about an hour when the other chapters join and spread out on the area securing the shit down in the event of a trap. My anger building the entire time. This is exactly what I was trying to protect her from. She’s too fucking good for this world but her crazy as won’t leave. I couldn’t keep her safe even on the ranch. We exit the road we are on and you can tell the people here aren’t used to seeing many motorcycles in their quiet sleepy little town. The bikes being here are causing a crowd to gather as we pass. I’m glad when we are free of the small city limits again and the signs of life are few and far between. We ride alongside barbed wire fences on a dirt roads for about fifteen minutes when we finally come a field with an abandoned house in the middle of it. Assuming this is the place we pull up and I don't even bother fully parking my bike or to put the peg down leaving it to fall over.
“Alexis!” I yell going against everything I’ve ever learned in both club and military life. “ALEXIS!” I don’t have to wait she’s screaming right back at me.
“Don’t come in! The doors are rigged! They’re ready to explode!” she screams in response. I’m instantly stopped as the guys rush in and push me back. Mayhem and Stryker used to be Explosive Ordnance Technicians or EOD, techs in the army so I know the shit is nothing for them it’s just more time before I can see her.
They disable the devices in minutes that feel like hours. I have to admit those guys have balls of steel. I’m first through the door. Alexis is in the middle of the room arms tied above her head from a single support beam. I stop dead in my tracks and the others fall behind me and stop in the same fashion, staring at the sight before us.
She’s naked, bloody and beaten, with barbed wire wrapped over and under her breasts, and again around her hips creating long x’s digging into her flesh and securing her to a pole. Their purpose clear on why. My reputation precedes me and they were right about it. Despite the fact I’m seething with rage, I’m hard.
“Lexi,” She lifts her head as she hears my approach, her body sagging in its confines from the relief causing the barbed wire to dig deeper. She begins to cry. “Shhh, baby I know, I know, I’ll make the pain stop” More sobs. “Alexis. Look. At. Me.” I command. I know she doesn’t want anyone to see this side of her. But I need her to compose herself and cooperate before she hurts herself worse. The second I say the words, I have her full attention and the sobs have stopped. Her submissive side coming through the chaos in her mind giving her a brief reprieve.
I take off my cut and drape it across her exposed flesh and Pinky goes to work using wire cutters to free her from the support beam. All the guys are still securing the area and avoiding us entirely giving us some privacy.
“Sad Daddy, wires are undone back here, if you help remove the ones from her front we can get this done, release her arms and get her out of here.” I nod and pull the barbed wire from her skin careful not to let it dig in deeper as parts of it release itself from her flesh. Once free she sags into my arms while I lift her so Pinky can cut the ties from her wrists.
I take her to the truck that The Prospects had brought. She’s shivering from shock and I wrap her up in my arms. Pinky comes out of the house holding the wire they used and everything else he found around her. The syringe and needle they used to place the tracking chip in her neck is the last thing he raises. I’d forgotten all about it.
Lexi has completely passed out from exhaustion. I gently roll her head to the side, running my fingers over her neck till I find the small knot under her skin where the device is located. Pinky gets in the driver's seat.
“Look daddy man. We have our answer that it’s for sure The Devils Posse. They are set up right now about an hour north of here, and we have a why. They want our guns and territory. They went after her because of that douchebag from the club she was with a few weeks ago. He's dead in a ditch behind the house, bullet through his brain. So I’m guessing they weren't too fond of him either.”
“Tell me Pinky, how do you know all of this in the thirty seconds I’ve been sitting in this truck.” He gets a grin on his face.
“Because I’m a mother fucking psychic.” I don’t have the energy to deal with him so I let it go, just happy to have the information we need to wipe these guys off the face of the earth. Pinky starts the truck and we head out.
Fifteen minutes later we pull off to the small and only motel this town has. Having the town’s full attention as we ride in, the sound reverberating through the buildings as we make our way through the streets, people step out of their homes and businesses to see what’s going on. I’m only focused on getting rid of the chip in Lexi’s neck before we get any further down the road.
I move to pick up my medic bag in the seat beside her. She wakes a little coming out of shock and shifts to move out of the truck. Pinky and I are both watching her as though she’s made of glass and about to fall over the edge. My cut comes up, exposing a bruise forming on her back, under her beautifully tattooed skin. I shove down my anger and head up the stairs to the room we were given. The guys all taking rooms around ours. Cross is at the top of the stairs.
“Do you need help with that?” He shrugs towards Lex.
“Nah, got it thanks.” He hands me a bag of sanitized equipment. I nod in appreciation, and open the door to the room. It’s small but clean and comfortable. Lexi follows me in and watches as I strip the bed down. “Go take a shower, I’ll remove the chip from your neck and clean the rest of the wounds when you get out.” She looks at me, hand going to her neck.
“What chip?” I sigh, I had figured they didn’t tell her about it and did it while she was sedated and now I had my confirmation. I proceed to give her a rundown of what I knew. Sounding tired, she says, “That explains what they said about me giving them the information they needed regardless of what they were going to do. But...” She trails off.
“Go on” I tell her.
She looks down and then back up at me. “I didn’t tell them anything. They did everything they could to get information and I didn’t give them a goddamned thing.” You can see the pride in her eyes as she goes on her way. I’m proud of her, too. She’s stronger than most of the men outside the door. By the time she's out, I have everything ready to remove the chip and clean the rest of her wounds.
Cleaning out all of them takes about an hour, and her body is covered in small bandages when I am ready to move on to the next part. “I gotta get this shit out of your neck.” She nods her compliance and lets me manipulate her into the position I want. I press on her neck with my hands palpitating where the chips location is again. She doesn’t make a sound as I wipe down the area with alcohol.
“I don't have painkillers for this part baby doll.” She looks at me, scalpel in hand and her eyes go dark. I know that look. She’s not scared about the pain, she’s getting off on it. Truly in this fucked up world of mine, this girl was made for me. I realize for the first time that what I had been denying myself all these years was that I loved her.
We are knee to knee on the bed, and if anyone walked in, they would think we were whispering in each other’s ears. My tone changes the next time I talk to her. “Move while I’m cutting you and you die.” She’s fighting hard to not be a smart ass and squeaks out a yes sir. And I take her head in my lap exposing the side of her neck to me. “Breath in,” I command, and as she does I drag the scalpel blade lightly down the flesh of her neck. Seeing the chip exposed I push up the flesh up and it pops out of her skin falling to the bed below. “Breath out.
‘Blood’s barely seeping from the open wound. I seal it quickly with the medical grade super glue. What I had just done would haunt most people, but I’m turned on. How fucked up can I be? I take my right hand and put my thumb over the wound and the rest of my fingers around her neck.
“Say you're too tired and sore and that you don’t want this, and I’ll let it go. Say you want this and you can have the knife tonight.” It’s the best offer I have. I know what she’s been through even though
she hasn’t spoken so much as a word about it since before her shower. But I can’t let this go I need to feel her. Feel that she’s okay. She leans into my hand. Then looks up at me.
“Give me the knife.”
Chapter 11: “Precious” Depeche Mode
Alexis:
I’m battered, broken, bruised and sore. But my body betrays me as soon as I see the scalpel in Ky’s skilled and tattooed hand, his breath warm on my skin as he cleans the area where he’s going to cut into my flesh. Everything in the last couple of days fades from my mind and I focus just on living this moment. The whole thing is over too soon as Ky closes up the wound on my neck with foul smelling glue. He wraps his hand around the front of my throat and asks if I want to fuck him. After all I had been through I should say no. I should let my body rest and heal, but I want nothing more than to feel closer to him.
Ky’s hands are under the towel and roaming my body, pinching and grabbing, and kissing the opposite side of my neck while lightly biting. His hand sliding under my panties and cupping my sex, testing it’s wetness with his middle finger, makes me groan and wince. He pulls back for a second and looks at me knowingly. Anger sparking in his eyes, he growls, “I promise I’m going gut that fucking bastard.” He pauses, reigning in his anger. “We can stop this right now. I don’t want to push you if you don’t want this.”
I look him dead in the eye “I want this.” I say it as clearly as I can. Needing to somehow get through to him that I needed his touch to wipe away all the others. Using his body to replace all the thoughts and feelings in my head. He’s only up long enough to take the knife out of its sheath and hand it to me. It’s light in my palm, warm to the touch from being close to his body.
He sits back and I let the towel fall from my breasts. I straddle his hips and kiss him, lacing my hands behind his back he returns the kiss. ‘As he does,’ I pull his shirt collar from his neck and gently drag the knife down his back effectively reducing his shirt to a rag. Never breaking the kiss I gently pull him back with me so he’s on top. He reaches down between us to undo his pants, his cock springing free and I pull away to watch as he places himself at my opening. Delicately I use the serrated side of the knife to cling to his shoulder. Just before I let him enter me I whisper into his ear, “I want to be the one that kills him.” He slams home in one thrust.
“Fuck, yes” he exclaims. He looks down, eyes blown, nodding his head at my comment and starts a slow pace at first taking my breast in one hand, and fisting the other in my hair. I run the knife over his shoulder blade and see a line of red starting to drip as I open my eyes. Seeing it makes heat bloom in my lower belly. Ky groans and picks up the pace, feeling suddenly larger inside of me.
I bring the knife between us holding it to his tattooed chest squared tip digging into his sternum. He pushes forward enough for me to see his blood bubble around the tip. With each thrust I watch as a new slice appears, and I remember all those scars I had seen in our shower days before.
Ky likes being cut as much as he enjoys cutting others. Before that thought can go any further Ky suddenly has another knife, its blade pushing down against the front of my throat. It was just what I needed to push me over the edge. As Ky holds his knife against my throat, I move mine to press against his. Our breathing erratic, completely out of control. Ky growls at me to come with him. I don’t just come, I shatter.
Chapter 12: “Wild Horses.” (live) Stone Sour
Soon after we are done Ky gets up and goes about disposing the chip he’d taken out of my neck, taking it and smashing it on the hotels dresser with the butt of his gun. “How did you know that was in me?” I ask without being able to take my eyes from the crushed instrument.
“Techno was looking for new intel on the posse when he accidentally hacked into your chip. We knew where you were and that you were alive. Their plan backfired on them.” I looked him in the eyes, feeling small.
“They said they were going to let me go and use me to find out more information on the club. But none of it made sense. They kidnapped me from the garage so they already knew where the club was and knew that y’all would be gone. The chip was in my skin so it’s not like they could have heard conversations.” Ky looks at me but the gears in his head were turning.
“They know where the club is. But they don’t have the inside layout of the building. They snuck around the ranch but knew we don’t allow outsiders inside the club during lock down and they could never make it down to the rooms regardless. But they know you’ve been staying with me in my room. The plan was to find a way in and have me killed.” It was all too much. After everything I suddenly felt overwhelmed. I burst into tears. Ky momentarily looked shocked like he didn’t know whether to run out of the room or hide till it was over, or comfort me. Luckily he chose the latter of those things and came over to me, scooping me up in his arms and rocking me like the baby I was being. “Shhh…” his shushing making the tears come more intensely.
“You’ve been through hell the last few days. And I didn’t help anything by fucking you and asking about your experience without letting you have a moment to relax.” We spend a few more minutes like this me sobbing, him rocking before I can pull myself together. He attempts to distract me. “Remember our first kiss?” I nod and hiccup.
“Yeah, we were four years old and I kissed you on a whim. Then you pulled my hair and I cried and ran away from you.” He rolls his eyes.
“You don’t cry when I do it now.” I roll my eyes and shift to lay my head across his chest. He starts to run his hands through my hair massaging my scalp and pulling gently. “I meant the kiss when we were twelve.” I sigh and lean in closer to him.
“Yes, I remember.” I run my hand up and down over his biggest tattoo on his chest of a raven with its wings spread wide. “I thought we would be together from that day forward. You were so sweet that day. What happened?” He takes a moment.
“It was the beginning of the end. I wanted to be nice to you, try for you. But all I could think about was wrapping your hair around my fist and hurting you like before. Even I knew that it wasn’t right.” He pulls my hair so I have to look at him. “I still like doing it.” He kisses me softly.
“So if I’d just shown my freak flag then, we could have avoided the last eighteen years of drama?” He laughs a genuine laugh, his smile reaching all the way to his eyes.
“Yeah, guess so.” He lets go of my hair and smacks my ass.
Chapter 13: “Word Up!” Korn
We've been home a week. Normally I stay out of Ky’s business with the club. It wasn’t my place. Women weren’t members and I wasn’t Ky’s old lady. But I wanted in on revenge against Dante. I told Ky that I wanted to be the one to kill the bastard. His eyes had gotten dark as he considered it. I knew there was more to it than that but he’d said he would talk to the club. I knew I could handle myself. I’d never killed a human, but I’d been on hunting trips with Trevor and Ky growing up, I could shoot as well as they could, kill as well as they could. But I wouldn’t need to use a gun for the things I wanted to do to Dante.
A few hours later…
I am deep cleaning our bathroom as I wait for Ky’s return and the clubs judgment on letting me attend. I hear our door open, the noise of the club rushes in for a second before it closes again disconnecting us from the outside world. I feel Ky’s presence before I hear him. “Well, what did they say?” I refuse to look him in the eye as I wait for his answer. Instead focusing on cleaning the shower of its invisible grime. He doesn’t answer but stands behind me wrapping his arms around me and pressing himself against my back.
“They said yes.” He turns me around and holds me up against the shower door. “But you are to remain in the van till we get everything locked down. Once we have Dante alone you can be brought in and you can have free reign.” He picks me up wrapping my legs around his waist rocking against my core. “The thought of you with my knives and his blood in your hands makes me hard.” He grinds against me again proving hims
elf. A knock sounds on the door dumping ice on our mood.
“Sadist?” a timid male voice sounds. Ky looks over his shoulder at the door eyeing the prospect. “They got that intel you needed. They are asking you to bring her to church.” The prospect was by the door eyeing Ky like he was a lion ready to pounce. If he doesn’t get a backbone he’s never going to make it in the club I thought. Ky answered him and the kid was on his way back to the bar quickly as possible.
“You ready babe?” No, I yell internally.
“Yes. As I’ll ever be.” It’s funny I was more scared of facing this group of men then the idea of actually killing someone.
Ky brings me through the club. It never sounded so quiet. Even with people milling about everything seemed different all at once. Was that crack always there in the bar? Did the door to church always look this menacing with the clubs logo on them? Ky opens the heavy door for me and I’m met with the smell of smoke and the road. A group of men sit before me around a long square table. The group is silent. Ky closes both doors and ushers me forward to his seat at the table and places me on his lap. He rubs circles on my lower back. I guess I’m not playing off my anxiety as well as I thought. I knew a woman had never been allowed in church before, and it was probably pissing some of the members off.
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