The other men nodded in affirmation, like a choir of fucking morons. No, not like. That’s exactly what they were.
“So it seems to me,” Bandit continued, picking up steam, feeding off the other two, “that she really is a part of this. You know the rules. You go down, so does your family. That’s how the club works.”
Creed knew it well. The rules were designed to prevent guys from going rogue, or just abandoning the whole thing altogether. Guys who knew too much. Guys who could betray the club. Rules were meant to keep people in for life. Or put them in the ground. One way or other, no one got out.
Creed cursed himself. He cursed the damn day he’d ever wanted to be a part of that. The day he thought that they were a family. Of course, it had been different before, with Crow. The guy saw sense. He was often merciful, in a way. He never would have harmed women and children. Killing wasn’t his way. He did what he did and it might have been lawless, but he was a good man, at heart. Jim, the new President, he was a piece of shit straight through to whatever black heart fueled his body. His interpretation of the old rules, of what they stood for, was something else entirely. For him, those rules were meant to serve one purpose only- his. They stood for him or they stood for nothing.
“Let’s go, lovers,” Hornet said roughly.
“Get your clothes on.”
Bandit pulled a gun from the back of his dirty jeans. “Don’t fucking think about giving us trouble or she dies first.”
“Well, no, hold on now, one second.” Core snorted back something out of his nose and swallowed hard. It was absolutely disgusting. “She ain’t gunna die before we have our fun with her. Look at those pretty tits. The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”
Hornet’s mouth dropped open and he nearly drooled. “Why shouldn’t we have some fun with her before we bring them in? She does have nice tits. I bet her pussy’s real tight.”
Core licked his lips. “Tight and shaved. She’s a pretty piece. You ain’t gunna keep her all to yourself, are you now, Creed?”
Creed’s hands balled into fists. He glanced once at Kate’s white face and eyes wide with fear. Luckily, she was smart enough to stay silent. He half expected her to open a drawer and threaten those guys with a butcher knife to the cock if they so much as touched her.
He turned around to face men he once thought of as brothers. No, not them. None of them were original to the club, from when Crow was around. They’d all joined up after Jim took over. They weren’t his brothers at all. Just greasy pieces of shit. Once they were in the ground, the world would be better off.
“You lay a hand on her, you fucking die,’ he promised.
Bandit let out a whoop of laughter. “Oh lord. Naked, no weapon, making threats. I like it. Jim will have lots of fun with this.”
“Shut the fuck you, you little brat,” Creed spat. “I could snap your neck with my bare fucking hands.”
His words, or maybe the menacing look on his face, the unhinged wildness in his eyes, warned them all. Hornet and Core backed the fuck off. They knew what he was capable of. Bandit stared at him like he wished he could put a knife between his eyes.
Creed knew they were safe, for now. These guys lived and breathed Jim’s orders. They did whatever the fuck he told them to do, as long as they were rewarded with blow and women after. That was the problem with what the club had become. Under Jim, it was every man for himself. There were no brothers.
God, it was past time he got out. He should thank Jim’s daughter, for giving him the extra push he needed.
He just wished like hell he’d never come here. He should never, ever have put Jack and his wife in danger. And now… now Kate. His goddess.
If Jim laid a fucking hand on her, he’d cut the bastard's fingers off. He’d put him in the ground if he so much as harmed one hair on Kate’s head.
He looked at her one last time and he hoped she knew it. He hoped that she trusted him to protect her, to keep her safe, no matter how bad things looked. He hoped she knew that he’d die for her if he had to.
Creed bent and picked up Kate’s clothes and passed them gently to her, all while the three pieces of shit in the kitchen looked on hungrily, like a pack of rabid dogs.
He brushed Kate’s hand gently, on purpose. She looked up at him and he mouthed words he never thought he’d say. I love you. Whether they were meant to reassure her, or him, or whether he just needed to get them out while he still could, since he knew he was a dead man, he meant them.
He fucking meant them.
Somehow, someway, he’d get them through this.
He had to. Kate was his everything. Kate was his life. She had to survive. She had to live. Even if it meant that he didn’t.
Chapter 13
KATE
The fucking assholes had a van.
She was gagged, her hands tied in front of her, in the house. She was the lucky one. The disgusting, tall man held her while the other two animals took turns beating Creed. He didn’t try and fight back. She knew if she wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have gone down without one hell of a fight.
But she was there. And it was obvious that he’d do anything to keep her safe. He didn’t want those men to have a reason to lay a hand on her. Even she wasn’t naïve enough to think that they’d let her be if Creed didn’t go quietly.
So he gave himself up to it. He let them beat him with their boots, with their fists. He hadn’t healed from the last beating, but he surrendered his body to the pain.
For her.
The words he’d mouthed to her stopped her heart every time she thought of them. They warmed her right through the chill of fear snaking through her limbs, deadening her body. I love you. No one had said those words to her. Ever. They were words she’d never uttered in her life. Never planned to.
She’d seen her friends, one by one, hurt by men. That’s all romance was- a huge fucking mockery that involved heartache, misery, and pain. She’d vowed that she’d steer clear of it. It was one thing to have fun. It was another entirely for it to mean something.
It never had. Until Creed.
Was the ache in her chest love? Was the savage hunger she felt for him more than just a physical craving? Was the violence rising up in her as she was forced to watch those men beat him- was that love? Every protective instinct, every single part of her, screamed at her to do something. To stop the beating. To help Creed.
She couldn’t help it. She screamed at them to stop. To let him go. She let her tears flow, but they only fed off her pain and misery. They laughed at her and mocked her and threatened to rape her if she didn’t shut the fuck up.
When Creed was finally, mercifully, unconscious, they loaded them both into the white van they had waiting outside. It had the name of a plumbing company. It was the kind without windows and without seats in the back.
The youngest of the men, who also seemed the most sadistic, opened the door. They threw Creed in, broken, bloody, battered, like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. She was loaded in with little more care. Thrust, not loaded. A hard shove from behind sent her sprawling, and since her hands were tied in front of her, she landed on top of Creed.
She edged closer to him, pressing her body against his. She took comfort from his warmth and the fact that he was still breathing. She inhaled, which the gag in her mouth made difficult to do, and nearly retched when the metallic tang of blood invaded her nose. Her hands, tied at the wrists, balled into fists.
Never in her life had she felt such a violent urge. If she’d had the gun Jack taught her how to use, which was still uselessly in the bedroom where Creed had slept, she wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet in any one of the three’s heads.
The youngest one jumped into the back of the van and the doors were shut behind him.
Everything went black.
Kate stilled, fear taking over. She was sure the only thing that kept her going was adrenaline. It swept through her bloodstream, kept her heat beating furiously. She clung to that, to the hope
that they might still go free.
Creed had said he would protect her. He swore he’d keep her safe. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know the first thing about him. But she trusted him. She was going to have to trust him with her life. He might be unconscious, but she knew he’d given himself to it. He let it happen. He was far from beaten.
As the van started up, Kate edged closer to Creed’s unmoving form and let her tears flow. She wept silently as the vehicle swayed and rocked beneath her. The floor was hard metal and it dug into her hip bones. She refused to move and instead used the discomfort to ground herself.
Her captor’s heavy breaths were her only company and she listened, listen to each and every breath he took. She’d never killed a man. She never, ever, thought she’d be in a position where she’d have to. She knew though, now, that if she had to do it, to save herself or Creed, she wouldn’t hesitate. Not after seeing what those men had done to him.
She might have known Creed for a day, a day… was that it? It seemed more like a year. A year, a lifetime… what did it matter if it all was at an end? She’d found something she never thought she’d know. She’d experienced what it was to truly be at one with another person. To feel not just their body, but their soul. Creed swept into her life with the force of a tornado. He’d picked her up and tossed her around and he’d changed her. With a look. With a touch. He’d made her his.
His.
If they got out of this alive, she knew she’d follow him to the ends of the earth. She’d fight for him as he’d sworn to do for her. They’d make a life together. She’d let him in, let him into a heart she’d done everything in her power to protect. She’d heal him and he’d heal her. Somehow it would all work out. Somehow it would be alright.
Even if she didn’t believe in it.
Even if she didn’t believe in love.
Creed made her want to be better than the person she was before she met him. He made her want to be everything she’d despised. She thought love made people weak.
And then she’d watched him give up his body for her. That wasn’t weakness. That was strength. She’d always thought love made a person stupid. It did. Creed shouldn’t have done it for her. He shouldn’t have sacrificed his body to save hers. That was stupid, yet it was the most unbelievably selfless thing she’d ever experienced. If love made a person stupid, then maybe she wanted to be stupid too.
Kate clung to the last ounce of hope she had left. Hope was dangerous. She knew it, but she couldn’t just give up. Creed was still alive. He was still breathing. He wasn’t a man who broke his promise to the woman he loved.
After what felt like hours, the van stopped.
Kate froze. No amount of hoping or clinging to Creed’s words prepared her to be hauled out over the youngest guy’s shoulder. For someone who was tall and quite lean, he was shockingly strong. She watched the world swirl by her, dizzyingly, upside down.
Creed was hauled out between the other two. He let out a low groan of pain which told her he was awake.
She wished that he wasn’t. It would have been better for him.
They were carried into a dimly lit warehouse, likely on the edge of town, if they were still in St. Paul at all. They could have taken them anywhere. She had no idea how much time had passed. It was still daylight. That was all she knew.
Kate was thrown down onto the dirty cement floor like a sack of useless shit. She immediately tried to right herself, to get to her knees, which brought a course of sick laughter from the men gathered around.
She stilled as her eyes swept the circle. There were at least thirty men. At least. Panic welled up in Kate’s chest. Something bitter and acrid flooded the back of her throat. She’d never truly known fear, not once in her life. She knew it then. Any hope that she’d so desperately clung to faded when she saw the black, mean looks on those men’s faces. They weren’t men. They were devils. Devils who did things that sane men couldn’t do. They were modern day outlaws, the kind of men who didn’t fear the law or what it could do to them. The kind of men who didn’t fear death.
She’d never really been scared of death. It had always been an abstract concept, since she was young and healthy.
Kate stayed on her knees. She didn’t raise her head, but she didn’t look down at the ground either. She knew that this was pretty much it for her. At the very least, she’d be raped and tortured. Worst case, she’d be raped, tortured, and murdered. She knew she’d have to watch Creed go through agony before he was killed. They wouldn’t end her life first. Torture her, maybe. But she knew they’d make her watch.
It was such a horrible thought, she curled in on herself. Her insides turned to water and bile burned at the back of her throat. The gag was still in her mouth, so she forced herself to swallow hard. She couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t scream. She couldn’t promise herself that she’d be brave. She couldn’t promise herself she’d be anything at all. She never thought that she’d go out this way.
She didn’t wish that she’d never met Creed. It was because of him that she felt truly alive, for the first time ever. It was because of him that her heart ached and swelled.
Kate thought of her sister and Jack. Jack would know something was wrong. He wouldn’t come looking for them. He’d take Tia and she’d be safe. Although, they didn’t have any part of this. The club, fucked up as it was, seemed to have rules and codes. Tia and Jack weren’t harmed. They came when it was just her and Creed. That had to mean something. Her sister would be safe. If she really was pregnant, the baby would be safe. Jack would know what to do.
The thought offered her some level of comfort.
Maybe, maybe if she was lucky, she’d be able to reach a gun. Maybe… maybe someone would be high or drunk or just careless. Maybe she could get to a gun and end things herself before it got bad…
She gave herself a shake as Creed was dumped on the floor beside her. He didn’t move. One eye slowly opened, as far as it could, given that it was nearly swollen shut, and he gazed at her. A thin trickle of blood spilled from the side of his mouth. He looked horrible, with bruises and cuts and dried blood all over his face.
“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered in a broken voice.
She nodded. She knew it wasn’t possible. She was already terrified. She already knew she was going to die. She’d just considered shooting herself for god sakes.
It was bad. It was really, really, fucking bad.
Somehow, having Creed there beside her, knowing that he’d go with her, knowing that he’d given her a gift no one else would be able to give her, made it easier to bear.
A pair of boots scuffed into her line of sight. Two men roughly hauled Creed up and the guy, a huge, fat man with patchy, greasy hair, scars on his face, tattoos on his neck, dressed all in black leather, heaved one huge fist full of metal rings into Creed’s stomach.
He buckled inwards, gasping for breath, gagging and choking.
“You think you can rape my daughter? My fucking daughter? You think you can lay a hand on her and survive?”
Kate kept her head down. She knew that Creed didn’t do it. He would never, ever have hurt anyone, let alone a woman. She had no idea what the guy was talking about, but it was clear it was why Creed had to leave the club in the first place.
The men gathered around spat at Creed. They rained down insults, but they never laid a finger on him.
She assumed that right was for their leader. The fat guy who’d punched Creed in the stomach.
Her breath caught as Creed looked up. His face was a mess. His body sagged between the two men holding him. He spat out a line of bloody saliva. It hit the concrete floor with a sickening thud.
“You know what, Jim? Your daughter is a piece of shit. Just like her father. She threw herself at me and when I wouldn’t have her, she went to you crying rape. I never touched her. Never.”
“You shut your fucking mouth!” The guy struck Creed across the face. His rings left jagged cuts in their path, along Creed’s cheeks and
lips.
Creed laughed. He threw back his head and laughed like he’d lost his mind. Maybe he had. Maybe the beatings, so close together, had damaged something in his brain.
Kate began to shake. The shaking turned onto a full-on trembling, until her body was vibrating so badly it felt like the floor was shaking.
“Why don’t you tell everyone here what really happened to Crow,” Creed hissed. He looked directly at Jim. “Why don’t you tell everyone how you put a bullet in between his eyes.”
Jim hit Creed again. His neck snapped back, to the side. He laughed again, harder this time, like a maniac. It was more than disconcerting. Kate felt the fear in the room. She glanced around wildly. It was fear. The bitter, acrid smell. She’d thought it was blood, Creed’s blood, but as she studied the faces of the men, she saw something strange in their eyes. Uncertainty.
They looked at their leader, sidelong looks that he wouldn’t see, but they were there. Creed brought something up that obviously a lot of them seemed to know something about. Or doubt. He voiced doubt in their leader. His words brought on a wild, sick fear that spread through the room, a fear caused by not knowing what another man was truly capable of, a fear of lies, a fear of… of fear itself.
She trembled with it and she didn’t even know what was happening. Who Crow was or who any of those men were. She did notice the mulling around, the shuffling of feet, the nerves they couldn’t conceal.
Creed kept right on going. His swollen eyes scanned the crowd. “Is there one of you here who thinks he isn’t capable of it? Jim always wanted Crow out of the way. He murdered our President. He’s done nothing but drive this club into the ground. We were once brothers. All of us. Our laws dictate that to harm another brother means death. A brother’s family is off limits. He’s turned us into addicts, into men who have no honor.”
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