Redemption (MC Biker Romance)

by Wilde, Blakeley

  “Wait here,” Shark said as he climbed out of the truck.

  “Don’t you do anything stupid now, girl,” the driver said. “Stay down until we tell you to move.”

  I said nothing.

  We waited for what felt like forever before Shark climbed back in the truck.

  “Got us a room for later tonight,” he said. “Two beds. Check in is at three.”

  I saw him wink at the other guy as he nudged back at me, and I wanted to puke.

  “So what the fuck are we going to do all day?” the driver asked.

  “Chill out, Rip,” he said. “We’ll figure it out. Boss wants us to stick around here for a bit anyway.”

  “Why?” Rip, the driver, asked. “What the hell for? I thought we was supposed to go to Maynard with the girl next?”

  “Who the hell knows with him,” Shark said. “We just gotta do what we’re told.”

  Rip sighed. “Well I know one thing. I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”

  The truck peeled out of the parking lot of what was apparently a motel and made a bee line for a local McDonald’s. As we approached the drive thru, I could smell the fresh coffee, eggs, and pancakes wafting through the windows. I didn’t know how I could eat at a time like that, but my stomach was rumbling loud. I knew I needed to eat something.

  “Yeah, I’ll take a number one with a coffee,” Rip said. “What do you want, Shark?”

  “Give me a number four,” Shark said. “With an orange juice.”

  “And a number four with an O.J.,” Rip said.

  “Will that complete your order?” the employee asked.

  “Yep, that’ll be it,” Rip yelled out.

  I couldn’t believe they weren’t going to feed me.

  “What if I wanted something,” I piped up from the back seat. I had hoped maybe they’d just forgotten about me.

  Rip let out a loud cackle and exchanged glances with Shark.

  “Oh, honey, we don’t have enough money for you,” he said. “You’re going to have to make some money tonight if you want to eat.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  “You didn’t think we wouldn’t put ya to work, did ya?” Rip asked as he turned around. “You have to earn your keep if you’re going to be tagging along with us. We don’t have enough money to go around, baby doll.”

  They pulled up and got their food, throwing a ten dollar bill at the window server. The car immediately filled with the sweet and savory scent of fast food breakfast, and my stomach gurgled even louder. I watched them devour their sandwiches and shove their hash browns into their greasy mouths, slurping their drinks loudly and laughing.

  “I’m so full,” Shark lamented as he patted his belly a short time later.

  “That was so good,” Rip replied. “Man that was good.”

  I was pretty sure they were just saying that to torture me. These men were a lot smarter than they looked, and I knew they were up to something.

  I laid my head down, hoping the smell of their food would soon leave the air, and tried to ignore my hunger pangs. I tried not to think about my empty stomach or the fact that I was completely and utterly powerless. I tried not to think about what they were going to do with me that night or what I’d have to do to “earn my keep”. I closed my eyes tight and thought about Raze. I thought about everything I’d been willing to do to be with him, and I hadn’t come this far to give up now. I was a fighter. I was going to keep fighting. I was going to do whatever I had to do to get back with him, even if it damn near killed me.

  CHAPTER 12

  I was startled awake when the truck came to an abrupt halt. Apparently I’d fallen asleep again. Extreme stress tended to wear me out like that. I immediately kicked myself for allowing that to happen. I was trying so hard to pay attention to where we were going, pick up little clues, and listen to what the guys were saying to each other.

  “Wake up, princess,” Rip sneered. “We’re home. At least, this is going to be home for you for a little bit.”

  We must have been back at the motel that Shark reserved earlier, which was good to know. I must not have been asleep for that long, and we must not have left town. A wave of relief shot over me as I began to sit up. Pain shot down my back as I had been on my side for hours. My leg was almost numb and my hands were imprinted with the pattern from the upholstery.

  I smacked my mouth a little, which was parched, and dreamed about how amazing it would feel to have a toothbrush in that moment. Given the circumstances, I had no idea why I was thinking about something as trivial as brushing my teeth and not thinking about how to get the hell out of there.

  Shark hopped out of the truck, but not before turning back to me and waving his finger in my face.

  “Don’t do anything stupid, ya hear?” he said. There was a command in his voice that shook me to my very core. Shark was pure evil, and I knew not to try anything.

  He came back a few minutes later, climbed in, and pointed to a more secluded area of the parking lot surrounded by trees and away from the street. Rip pulled up, shoved the truck in park, and climbed out to stretch. Shark hopped out, flipped the seat up, and grabbed a roll of duct tape from the front seat.

  He reached back and wrapped my wrists together behind my back using the tape. There was no escaping that bind. He threw a jacket around my shoulders to disguise the fact that I was restrained, and slipped his heavy arm around my shoulders.

  “Keep your trap shut, you little bitch,” he whispered in my ear as he escorted us to our motel room. “One crazy idea and I blow your brains out.”

  He patted his front jeans pocket to indicate that he was serious. I couldn’t tell if there really was a gun in there or not, but I knew better than to test him.

  We approached our room, and I was sure to make a mental note that it was room 23B on the second floor. I didn’t know if it would even come in handy for me later, but I had to take in as much as I possibly could just in case.

  Shark unlocked the door and flung it open, shoving me inside. I nearly tripped over my own feet, not having my hands to keep my balance, and landed face down on one of the queen beds. The room smelled musty, like an old 70s camper, and the carpet was a putrid shade of shaggy green.

  “Oh, look, she wants to start the party early,” Rip laughed as he followed us in and shut the door behind him. I heard the click of the deadbolt and the clink of the chain lock, and my heart sunk.

  “Look at that ripe ass,” Shark said as he slapped it hard and then gripped it with his meaty hand.

  “Please untie my hands,” I said.

  “And why would we do a thing like that?” Rip laughed.

  “I have to pee,” I said. It was the truth. I hadn’t asked to use the bathroom the entire day.

  It was quiet for a second, and then I felt someone pull the jacket off my shoulders and rip the duct tape from around my wrists.

  “We’ll be watchin’ you,” Rip said. “Leave the door open.”

  Grateful to be unrestrained and able to walk freely for two point five seconds, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, taking my sweet time. I left the door open a crack and unzipped my jeans. I sat down on the toilet and nothing happened.

  “I thought you had to piss,” Shark yelled. “I don’t hear nothin’.”

  “I do,” I yelled back. “Not used to pissing with an audience.”

  I closed my eyes and tried to block them out. Soon enough a steady stream escaped me, and I couldn’t help but feel relieved in more than once sense of the word. I shuddered to think what they would’ve done to me had they thought I was lying.

  “Feel better?” Rip asked as I emerged.

  I nodded.

  “Sit down,” Shark commanded as he pointed to a chair in the far corner of the room that just so happened to be away from the door.

  I glanced at the clock on the nightstand which read six in the evening. Apparently I had slept the day away in the back of the truck. It made me wonder if they somehow drugged me because
I didn’t know how else all that time would go missing. My stomach rumbled, but I tried to ignore it.

  “I’m going to go get us a case,” Rip said as he stood up and jingled his keys. “Be right back.”

  Shark and I spent the next ten minutes in sheer silence, his menacing stares trying to intimidate me. I tried to ignore him, but I couldn’t help feeling his eyes scanning all over my body. I wanted to physically unpeel his eyes from me, but all I could do was not show him that it bothered me.

  CHAPTER 13

  Rip returned with a case of beer and a plastic bag full of snacks. He poured his haul out all over the table, and from across the room I spied cookies, potato chips, granola bars, trail mix, and powdered donuts. It was pure junk, but in that moment it was nothing but food to me. I wanted it. I hadn’t eaten in almost twenty-four hours.

  Shark reached down and ripped open the package of donuts, shoving them back one by one with powdered sugar falling all over his shirt and sticking to his mustache. He looked so disgusting when he ate that it almost made me lose my appetite.

  “You want some of this?” Rip laughed as he noticed me eyeing the spread on the table.

  I nodded. It was almost instinctual.

  “You’ve got to earn your keep then,” he said.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked, trying to swallow the vomit that wanted to come up my throat.

  A sinister grin covered both of their faces simultaneously, and Shark repositioned himself in his chair as if to get comfortable. Rip chugged his beer and belched as he looked me up and down.

  “Stand up,” Rip said, belching again. “Turn around. Let me get a good, long, hard look at ya.”

  I stood up from my chair and spun around as slowly as possible.

  “Nice,” Rip said.

  “Take off that top and show us those titties,” Shark said as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants.

  I closed my eyes and tried to fight back tears. I had done this type of thing before for other guys in the Black Ice gang. I knew I could do it again. Being objectified was nothing new to me.

  I pulled my tank top over my head. I was still in my pajamas from the night before, so I was braless. My nipples perked up and pointed straight out, and instinctually I covered my breasts with my arms.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Shark said. “Put your arms down, bitch. We want to get a good look at those things.”

  “So that’s what Raze Northcutt’s been plowing,” Rip said as he cracked a fresh beer. “Does he titty fuck ya?”

  “No,” I said.

  One thing was for sure though. Rip had just confirmed what I had suspected – this was between them and Raze. It wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about the fight the other night at the bar. It was about the Black Ice versus the Marquis Devils. I was nothing more than a pawn in their sick, twisted game.

  I wanted to yell at them. To tell them they wouldn’t get away with this. I wanted to tell them that Raze would be after them soon enough and would make them pay, but the truth was, I didn’t know if any of that would do me a damn bit of good. Who knew where Raze was or how on earth he’d even find me. I had to be a good sport, at least for now, because I had no idea what these men were capable of just yet or what this was really about.

  “Take those pants off and show us what you’re workin’ with,” Rip sneered as his eyes traveled to my lower region.

  I slipped my finger into the waistband of my of yellow pajama pants and tugged them down. I was completely naked and on display for those heathens.

  Rip brushed his fingers across his scratchy beard, making a scraping noise as he licked his chops. He tossed back the rest of his second beer and cracked a third. I hadn’t been keeping track of how much Shark was drinking, but judging by the amount of beer cans sitting around the table, they were on the same track.

  Shark’s eyelids were a little droopy. I could tell he was nearly two sheets to the wind, but they both seemed to have plenty of life left in them. I was hoping they’d pass out before it got any further, but my hopes were dashed as soon as Rip started unbuckling his pants.

  “Get over here, bitch,” he said. “Suck my dick.”

  I walked over as their eyes were glued to my naked body and got down on my knees. His cock was a little on the smaller side, much to my relief, and I wanted to puke at the thought of putting him in my mouth. I had to do what I had to do though.

  I gripped the shaft and put my warm mouth over the tip of his cock. It was already as hard as it was going to get, I’d determined, which was a good thing.

  “Ah, yeah, suck that dick,” Rip moaned as my head bobbed up and down.

  I hoped the faster I’d go, the sooner he’d cum, so I tried to give him a Grade A, top-notch blow job. I sucked, licked, and stroked his cock as if it were made of pure gold.

  “Save some of that shit for me,” Shark slurred his words. “Don’t use up all your good stuff on that rat bastard.”

  “Aw, shut the fuck up,” Rip snorted. “I’m taking my sweet as time with this. This is some good shit here.”

  For a moment, I thought all of my efforts were in vain until I felt his cock start to throb and pulse. I knew it would be any second now. Within seconds, just as I’d predicted, he had exploded in my mouth. I could feel Rip’s hot, sticky seed running down the back of my throat as it squirted uncontrollably, and I tried to swallow it all at once.

  I sat back and wiped my mouth, looking up at Rip. An eerie smile spread across his face as he leaned back and shoved his now flaccid cock back in his pants, zipping them up.

  “My turn,” Shark said as he unzipped his pants and whipped out his cock. He was much bigger than Rip, but not nearly any record breaking size.

  I took a deep breath and walked over to Shark, bracing myself on his knees as I lowered myself to mine. I reminded myself that it would all be over soon enough, and I took comfort in knowing that if Raze ever got to me, these guys would have it coming to them. I had no idea what Raze would do to them, but I knew he was capable of a lot of things I didn’t like thinking about.

  I grabbed the shaft of Shark’s dick and inserted the round, mushroom-shaped head into my mouth. I heard him gasp and felt him lean back a little in his seat to get comfortable. I lowered my head up and down slowly at first, then working my way to a faster pace. I spit on him a few times to get some good wetness going as my mouth had tried up from sucking Rip’s cock a few minutes earlier.

  “Ah, we’ve got a dirty girl here,” Shark smirked.

  “A regular porn star,” Rip replied. “I like that.”

  “This bitch knows what she’s doing. I’ll give her that,” Shark said.

  “Yes. Yes, she does,” Rip replied with a sick satisfaction in his tone. “Might have to get me some seconds.”

  I tried to tune them out. I knew the little game they were playing. They were trying to break me down and make me weak. They wanted me to feel less than human. They wanted me to know they were in control.

  I closed my eyes and continued sucking Shark’s throbbing dick. I used the same tricks I used on Rip, and I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before he’d be cumming all over my mouth.

  “Oh, god,” Shark cried out as he gripped the handles of his chair.

  I felt his cock pulsing and soon he was spraying his load down the back of my throat. He came way more than Rip did, and he tasted much saltier than Rip. I almost gagged when I got a taste of the thick liquid, but I forced myself to swallow it all. Knowing those assholes, they’d probably make me lick it up if I missed a single drop.

  After I took my final swallow, I leaned back on my knees and pushed myself to a standing position. I was relieved to have it over and done with, and my eyes inadvertently moved to the smorgasbord of junk food spread over the table.

  “Ah, you hungry now, girl?” Rip asked, as if I were some kind of animal. “That cum didn’t fill ya up enough? We’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

  Shark zipped up his pants, grabbed a bag of pot
ato chips and hurled them at me. I caught them and took them back across the room to my chair, ripping the bag open like I hadn’t eaten in days. Not being able to eat, even just for twenty-four hours, had made me want food even more. I tried to munch on the chips as quietly as possible. I didn’t want them to get annoyed and take them away from me.

  I didn’t even think about the fact that I was still naked. In that moment, though, it didn’t matter. I just needed some sort of sustenance. I’d worry about my clothes later.