“We can't fuck this up, Tater. Blaze will have our heads if we ruin this. We stay on our bikes with our cocks in our pants and wait for this asshole to come out and play.”
Tater sighed and agreed. One night fucking some college guy wasn't worth the wrath of Blaze. Even in high school Blaze was a scary motherfucker. One of the nerds forgot to do his homework and he broke two of his fingers without a seconds thought. Nobody messed with him after that.
As we sat across the street in the dark, three motorcycles came roaring down the road and jumped the curb of the frat house, stopping right on the trashed lawns. It was the Fires of Hell.
I waved for Tater to get down when I spotted Byron. If he caught us out here, there'd be a shootout. I pulled out my Remington and checked the magazine—full to the brim. I watched as Tater did the same. If Byron even looked in this general direction, I'd have to fire first.
The Blacks went inside the party while we waited with our breaths held and guns close to our chest. Byron's brother burst through the front door and ran down the street. Byron was yelling something at him that I couldn't make out.
“We need to follow him right now,” Tater said, standing up.
“Get the fuck down.” I grabbed Tater's arm and forced him back to a crouch. “We wait for Byron to go and then we follow the guy.”
Byron nodded to his men and they drove away in the opposite direction of his brother. When the coast was clear, Tater and I rode towards Patrick.
He struggled on the back of my bike as we drifted through the night. I had to duct tape his hands around me so he could hold on. “You better stop twisting and turning back there. We don't want you falling to your death, do we?” His mouth was taped shut but his motionless body confirmed he heard what I said.
Patrick was certainly one hot piece of ass. He was begging to be bent over so I could fill him up. I could think about was why I didn't duct tape his hands to my cock so he could stroke me with every bump of the road.
It took every ounce of willpower to follow Tater and not ditch him so I could pull over, bending Patrick over my bike and sinking into him.
We arrived at the clubhouse and I cut Patrick's hands loose. He took that opportunity to try and make a run for it. Tater stopped him with a hard punch to the face that almost knocked him down.
I lifted his well-built figure and placed him over my shoulder, carrying him through the door. I could take him for a ride in my room for a few minutes and nobody would even notice.
Blaze saw me and fucked my plan. “Take him to the basement, Phoenix.”
Chapter Six
Patrick
The Devil's Hellions patch on their backs told me they were from Byron's rival MC. It didn't take a genius to know what they were doing. I was going to be some sort of leverage to take down my brother.
But if I could only get away...I tried to break the duct tape around my wrists but it was no use. Even if I broke through, I couldn't just leap off a speeding motorcycle.
When we stopped at a bike repair shop, I knew it was their headquarters. I would only get a couple chances to escape. When my kidnapper cut my binds, I took off sprinting. But the fat biker was faster than I thought. He stepped in front of me and slammed his fist across my face, making me see stars for a moment.
Next thing I knew I'm being carried over the shoulder of the man who took me and they're telling him to take me to the basement.
My eyes bounced back and forth, frantically trying to take in all my surroundings. You never know what small detail could save your life. Inside the motorcycle repair shop was a full-on bar, stocked with every kind of alcohol you could think of. Pool tables filled the open spaces and bikers and sluts were knocking back beers. They watched as we passed by. None of them would help me.
I wanted to scream and plead with them but the duct tape over my mouth only produced whimpers. He brought me down to a dark room that reeked of mold. A small rectangular window in the corner let in only a sliver of moonlight.
The man set me down onto the cold cement floor. I got a look at his patch and his name was Phoenix. Didn't know if it was his real name or a nickname that bikers liked to use a lot. His long jet black hair was perfectly straight and his grizzled beard gave him a maturity.
“I'm going to get you a blanket to keep you warm,” he whispered to me, going upstairs and leaving me alone. He didn't chain me up or anything. These bikers must be dumber than I thought. Or escape was impossible so why bother tying me up.
I used my freedom to rip the tape off my mouth and I took in a breath full of mold and mildew. My mouth was dry and begging for a drop of water.
I waited for what seemed like hours until Phoenix returned with a blanket but he also brought a group of bikers with him. I huddled up into a corner and tried to stay as far away from them as I could. I'd been around MCs long enough to know what they did to prisoners.
But I wasn't going to be easy. I'd use my teeth, fists, and whatever else I could to protect myself.
A man with slicked-back hair approached me and wrapped the blanket around my back. His patches told me his name was Blaze and he was the president. “We're not going to hurt you,” he told me.
I didn't let him finish. “My brother Byron is going to kill every last one of you fucks when he finds me.”
The men got a good chuckle out of that. But he didn't like it when I spit right in his face, hitting him directly under the eye. His hand raised in the air and I braced for impact. But Phoenix stopped him, grabbing Blaze by the wrist. “Tater already gave him a good shiner, Prez. Byron might not like getting his brother back with two black eyes.”
Blaze looked ready to destroy Phoenix with just a glance. “Don't ever touch me again.” Phoenix let go of his wrist and Blaze wiped my saliva off, his gaze returning to me. “Tell us what you know about the Fires of Hell.”
Even though I despised Byron, I didn't want to get him killed. No matter how much he infuriated me, he didn't deserve that. I laughed right in Blaze's face. “Why would I tell you anything?”
Blaze grinned. “After my boys take their turn with you, you'll be spilling every dirty truth to me just so I can kill you and end your misery.”
Blaze wasn't throwing out empty threats. His fiery eyes truly meant it. I looked to Phoenix for help but he was staring at me with all the rest, like I was a piece of meat. Nobody was going to save me here.
“I'll give you an hour to decide. Give up everything you know or become our little plaything,” Blaze said.
The filthy bikers left me alone in the basement and all I could do was cry. It had been so long since I really cried—I mean full-on balling. Why did I have to be Byron's brother? Why did this have to happen to me? I lay on the cold cement floor and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up hours later and a minuscule amount of sunshine was beaming through the small window. My stomach grumbled and I told it to shut up. There were more important things to think about than food. Being used by every member of the Devil's Hellions MC and then killed was at the top of the list.
But that was not an option. I'd have to tell them something. Byron would understand. It's not like I knew anything important. Byron kept me far away from any MC business.
If I told them enough, maybe they'd let me ago. But I knew that was just a naive dream. This dank room was going to be my coffin.
Time passed and I had no idea how long I'd been down there. Footsteps at the top of the stairs made me sit straight up. I expected Blaze and the rest but Phoenix was alone when he reached the bottom step.
“I brought you some food and water,” he whispered, placing a tray with a sandwich and glass of water.”
Manners went out the door as I stuffed the sandwich into my mouth, cramming it in until my cheeks puffed out. I drank from the glass, not even swallowing the food first. “Is this how you treat human beings?” I said finally.
Phoenix put his index finger to his lips. “You need to be quiet. They don't know I'm giving you food.” He looked t
o the stairs and listened. Once he was satisfied nobody was there, he talked a little louder. “You have to tell them what you know. You're not going to like what happens if you don't.”
“You guys will just kill me after I spill my guts. You might as well get it over with and shoot me now.”
Phoenix raked his fingers through his long hair. “Listen to me, Patrick. This isn't a game. Your life hangs in the balance. I'm trying to do everything I can to make sure you don't rot down here. But you have to tell us something.”
I couldn't tell if it was a lie or not but I had nothing to lose by trusting him. “Okay, I'll tell you what I know about Byron.” Blaze stood up to get the others but I stopped him. “I'll only tell you, Phoenix.”
He crouched down and listened intently as I betrayed Byron.
Chapter Seven
Phoenix
“I gotta hand it to you, Phoenix. You really came through on this,” Blaze said. I was so glad he had forgiven me about the earlier incident. The rest of the MC was gathered around the table, waiting patiently for me to relay what Patrick had told me.
“Patrick didn't know much but that was already obvious since he's not actually a member of the Fires of Hell. What he does know is interesting though. He told me they're working with the Mexicans.”
The meeting room went quiet. Tater rubbed his stomach, his eyes narrowed. “The Mexicans?How would he even know that? Like you said before, he's not an actual member.”
“I didn't believe him at first either. He stayed home sick from school one day and overheard his brother talking on the phone to a guy speaking in Spanish. Byron didn't even know he was there. Patrick's telling the truth.”
Blaze folded his hands together and contemplated what was said. “The Mexicans must be supplying the Blacks with drugs for guns.”
E-Z shook his head. “Now why the fuck would the Mexicans do that? They want our fucking territory just as much as the Blacks.”
Blaze laughed. “We knew the Fires of Hell were doing some shady shit to gain so much power so fast. Now we know. The Mexicans believe they can get the Blacks to destroy us and then takeover whatever is left. Smart plan if you think about it.”
“What do we do with the guy?” I asked.
Blaze sighed. “You'll get to fuck him soon enough, Phoenix. The guy stays here until we trade him to Byron. But nobody touches him until we set up the trade with Byron.” Just the thought of my hard cock sliding into his ass made me almost climax at the meeting table.
The boys continued to talk about Byron but all I could think about was fucking Patrick all night until my balls ran dry. I wanted to take him from behind, slamming my hard shaft into him with every thrust, making him scream my name as he comes around me.
Blaze slammed on the table, pulling me out of my fantasy. “Where the fuck are you, Phoenix? Like I was saying, we need to figure out how to get Byron's attention. Once he knows we have his brother, we have to move fast.”
E-Z rubbed his eyes. “Fuck all this, Prez. Why don't we cut the bastard up and send Byron the pieces. That'll get his attention.”
My hand slowly moved behind my back and to my Remington. If E-Z made a move, I'd have to take him out. He was my brother but our club had rules—no killing family. Plus I hadn't gotten a chance to fuck him yet. Never get in between a man and his prey.
“That wouldn't accomplish anything, you asshole,” Tank said. I took my fingers off the butt of my pistol and returned my hand to my lap.
“Let's send him a picture of his brother all tied up. That will be enough to get his attention. We tell him our demands and set up a meet. It's as easy as that,” Blaze said. “Can you handle the picture part, Phoenix?” I nodded. “Good. Meeting adjourned.” Blaze slammed the gavel down and we left.
I wanted to talk about the plan some more with Blaze but I knew he wouldn't listen to reason. Just asking Byron to give us all his weapons and drugs doesn't mean he won't keep a secret stash for himself. This trade would only infuriate him more and give Byron more of a reason to come after us.
Chapter Eight
Patrick
I paced back and forth in the basement, wondering if escape was actually possible. They seemed so confident that it wasn't, that they didn't even bother to tie me up. I had taken off the duct tape from my mouth and tossed it away. Screaming for help would only bring the bikers down to beat me some more.
I had to play this one smart. I peeked up the stairs at the old wooden door and didn't even spot any locks. If they were just going to kill me anyways, wasn't escape worth a try?
I removed my shoes and ascended the stairs barefoot, making sure to step lightly. I didn't even make it two steps when Phoenix opened the door and caught me in the act. He was grinning and carrying a bunch of ropes in his hands.
“Trust me, trying to escape isn't worth it. There's plenty of men up there that will gladly shoot you and send your pieces to your brother.”
“Going to tie me up after all?” I replied, stepping back into the basement.
“We're going to have a little fun.” His smile stretched all across his face as he pulled the ropes taut. My heart jumped into my throat. I wanted to run for it but there was no getting by Phoenix. He was too big and strong.
I shook my head and backed up into a corner. “Please don't do this,” I pleaded with him. The thought of being forced against my will on this cold cement floor made me want to puke.
“It's not what you think, Patrick.” Phoenix produced a bulky Polaroid camera from behind his back. “We need to send some pictures to your brother. I promise I'll only keep you tied up for the photo shoot.” The look in his eyes told me differently.
But I didn't have much say in the matter. Phoenix might have been one of the better bikers but I had no doubt he'd beat me senseless if I didn't follow the rules. “Go ahead and tie me up then.”
Phoenix grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the stairs. “Not here. We're going to do this in my room. We don't want Byron to think that we're treating you poorly.”
He dragged me along, out of the basement and into the bar. It must have been early in the morning but the place was filled with bikers drinking and fucking on the pool tables. I watched as one of the men moaned, being choked hard by the fat guy that hit me the day before. My hand felt my sore cheek that was surely all black and blue.
I followed Phoenix up another set of stairs and came to a bedroom with only a queen-sized bed and a desk. Phoenix closed the door behind us and threw the ropes onto the bed. “Is this where you force yourself on me?”
Phoenix almost slapped me across the face. “You sure got a mouth on you. I don't want to hit you but I will if I need to.”
“All you bikers are the same,” I murmured to myself.
“Your brother must beat you around a lot. You probably deserved it. Now sit down on the bed.”
He didn't know how right he was. Byron was overprotective to the point where it was always my fault. He sucker-punched me more times than I wanted to remember. Sometimes he let one of his “brothers” deal out the punishment if I ever got out of line. If the Devil's Hellions ever give me back to him, Byron is going to unleash hell on me.
Phoenix grabbed the ropes and tied my hands behind my back, making sure the rope dug into my wrists. “If this is just for show, why do they have to be so tight?”
Phoenix tightened the ropes further until my wrists almost snapped. “I want him to see the discomfort on your face. It will make it more believable.” Phoenix breathed in deeply sniffing my hair. I almost gagged. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a piece with his teeth. He placed it over my mouth, carefully making sure not to cover my nose too.
Phoenix stepped back away and looked me up and down. “You look really good.” The thought of him taking me all tied up on the bed awoke a passion in the pit of my stomach.
Phoenix broke away and fiddled with the Polaroid camera. My blood was screaming in my veins, telling me to let him have every inch of you. Good thing my mouth wa
s taped shut, otherwise I'd be telling him to fuck me silly.
Phoenix put the camera to his eye and stared through the viewfinder. “I need your eyes bigger. Make it seem like you're in grave danger.”
Phoenix snapped away, the camera spitting out Polaroids onto the ground. I felt like a model where the photographer would ask at some point for me to get nude. I would have done it if Phoenix asked.
Phoenix put the camera down and bent over to pick up some of the developing pictures. He waved the Polaroid through the air until it came into view.
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