The door opens and I hide my weapon between my fingers, placing my hand behind my back. I see Marcum and his two most trusted minions enter the room. I had a feeling he was behind this entire ordeal. To say he and my father hate each other would be a gross understatement. “Your father hasn’t gotten back to us, yet.” He extends his rough hand, reaching out to caress my cheek and I turn my face away, displaying my rejection. “So beautiful you are, yet you still think you and your family are better than me. Eh.” He turns his back and begins to pace the floor as several of his men look onward. I would stab him, but I’m outnumbered and being watched like a hawk. “Once he does and complies with our demands, we’ll be releasing you.” He turns back around to face me, casting a sinister smirk my way. “At least that’s the plan for now. Until then, these are your accommodations, get used to them and feel free to let my men know if you’re in need of anything. I’ll try to be as generous as I can, but in all honesty, I couldn’t care less if you’re comfortable or not. You shouldn’t be here long, but again, that all depends on your father. Show my men consideration and I’ll make sure they show you some respect.” A low chuckle escapes his throat, making me want to crawl out of my skin. “But be warned, however you treat them, is how they will in response treat you.” I want to roll my eyes and give him a snarky come-back, but I’d rather keep my teeth where they are and bide my time for when I have some back-up to give him the tongue-lashing I’m keeping suppressed deep down. I’m a snarky bitch on a normal day, but forcing myself to pretend to be tongue-tied is giving me a migraine. Instead, I visualize ridding him of his cock and shoving it down his miserable throat. I feel the tug of a smirk on my face at the thought.
Yeah, I might have bit of a mean streak combined with some psychotic tendencies. I happily embrace them, and don’t see it changing. I hate this fucker and can’t wait until the time comes that I can show him my displeasure. “I’ll be sure to let you know when contact is made. Who knows,” he says shrugging his shoulders, “maybe I’ll let him speak with you. You can convince him that it’s in his best interest, or should I say yours, to give me what I want so he can get you back in one piece. If not...” he leans down into my face. “He’ll get you back slowly, one piece at a time. Nobody messes with my business or money and gets away with it. A lesson I’m very willing to teach your father, and if you’re the lesson, then so be it.” He turns on his heel and walks out the door chuckling to himself. He is one sick fucker.
“Better hope for your sake he doesn’t find you first! Everyone you love is dead if you touch me asshole!” I holler, clenching my fists at my sides, still maintaining the grip of the rusty nail I found between my fingers.
He stops in the doorway and looks over his shoulder. “You can dream, little girl, because if he doesn’t do as he’s told, you’re the one who will pay the ultimate price. He’ll never find my loved ones. I’ve already killed them all myself.” Again, his lips curl upward at me, and my stomach turns. What kind of animal takes out his own family so they can’t be used against him? I knew he was mentally unstable, but I never imagined he was this much of a monster.
“Your head will roll, I’m just warning you,” I shoot back, looking for the one thing that could possibly make him think twice about holding me hostage.
“He’ll have to get past all of my men, and even if he accomplishes that, he’ll never find me. Now quiet yourself, little girl, before I have you bound and gagged.” He walks out of the room so confidently, believing every word he just spilled. There has to be some insecurity I can find of his and use against him. I’m not going to sit here like a bump on a log and not fight for my life. I’m not a coward and won’t be a victim either. I will fight with everything in me to get out of this mess. I trust that my dad is already actively searching for me, but who knows how long it will take for him to locate me. I see one of Marcum’s men sneering at me from the open doorway. I narrow my eyes, giving him the coldest look I can muster and watch the shock develop on his face before he shuts the door. That’s right, bitches, it takes more than a look to scare me. And deep down, they know by following their boss’ orders, they’ve all signed their own death warrants whether I make it out of here or not.
Mercenary
The sun is finally setting so I can head out and scout the properties that have caught my attention. I slip into my black pants, a t-shirt and grab my leather jacket as I head out the door. I check to make sure I have everything I need with me, including my night vision goggles, my trusty nine-mil, and a couple of knives. Once satisfied I have enough bullets in case something goes wrong, I start my bike and take off out of the lot. The first place I’m checking out is a bar Marcum’s men are known to frequent. I know his number one dealer does business out of this place so if I can cross him, I’ll be able to follow the bastard and find out where they’re hiding Harmony. The thought of her name as it crosses through my mind brings forth a memory of the picture her father had given me. My cock twitches and I adjust myself. However in the world did a man as vile and ruthless as Rogue produce and raise such a beautiful fucking woman? Shaking the thought from my mind, I remember that as stunning and innocent as she may be, she’s off limits. I’m a nomad. A bounty hunter. I am Mercenary, and I don’t play with little club princesses. I know how MCs operate, and that’s why I chose long ago to ride solo and do the dirty jobs none of them wanted traced back to them.
I walk into the dingy bar, Side Steppers, and stroll to the back corner booth and slide into my seat. The ambient lighting in here makes it easier for me to hide in the shadows. This is perfect. From my vantage point, I can see the entire room. I order a dark brew from the waitress and pull out my phone and start up a game. I need to be inconspicuous and blend in, but at the same time, I need to give off the impression I’m a loner and not interested in being messed with. Once my beer has arrived, the waitress wastes no time to flirt with me. Subtle feelings of annoyance come, but quickly dissipate. I may be able to use her, so I play along.
“You’re new. I’ve never seen you before,” she muses, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she chomps on the gum in her mouth. “Are you just passing through, or are you making plans to lay down roots here?” She bats her eyelashes at me, thinking it’s sexy, but seriously, it looks like she has something invading her eye.
“Just passing through,” I grunt out, before refocusing my eyes back down at my phone.
“If you want someone to pass the time with, just let me know. I go on break in an hour.” I sneer low at her advance, but think to myself, why not? It’s been awhile since I’ve sunk my cock into a warm, willing pussy. Hell, I can’t think of a better way to pass the time.
“I’ll be here,” I tell her, not really giving a fuck either way. I pick up my beer and take a long pull before I set it back down. I can feel the heat of her stare still haunting me like a bad dream. I raise my gaze back up at her. “There something else?” I mean, she’s cute, standing at about five-foot-two with long red hair and green eyes that I wouldn’t mind getting lost in for an hour or two. But anything more than that, I’m not interested.
“I’ll come get’cha when I’m ready.” She smiles wide at me before twirling around, walking away.
“Sounds like a plan,” I mumble beneath my breath, happily dismissing her. Suddenly, I catch a few men in my peripheral walk into the bar. It’s not who I was hoping to see, but these are known associates, so my interest is piqued. Like an animal watching its prey, I sit and watch as these guys drink and bullshit with each other. When I notice them get up ready to head out, I stand to follow, but am briefly interrupted by the waitress.
“I’m ready,” she purrs at me, her voice filled with lust and anticipation.
Pushing her to the side and out of my, I reply, “Sorry, darlin’, but something’s come up and I’ve gotta go. Maybe another time,” I finish, stepping around her as I tune her out. Realizing I forgot to pay, I rush over to her, grab her hand and place forty-dollars in it to cover the expenses
. I’m a mean and cold-hearted bastard on a good day, but the girl was admittedly cute and ready to pleasure me. So, hopefully this extra money will make up for leaving her high and dry.
I run out of the door just in time to see them climbing into an older model hot rod and jump on my bike. Firing it up, I throw on my helmet, put the bike in gear and begin following them as they try making a speedy getaway. I stay back at enough of a distance, hoping they don’t realize that I’m following.
They pull up to a shabby one-story hole in the wall home. It’s not secluded, but instead it’s dead center in a subdivision, that by the looks of it, has seen better days. I ride past, then turn down the alleyway at the end of the street. Turning off my bike, I walk it down to the backside of the house. Leaving it in the shadows, I make sure my nine is secure before I tuck it in the back of my jeans and hop over the fence. I crouch down low walking to the back window, frequently checking my surroundings. All of my senses are on high alert and ready to take action. When I make it to the window without being spotted, I lift up and look inside. There’s a party going on. Drugs are spread out along every surface imaginable. Women are dancing naked while others are being entertained by the men and women fucking.
When I spot the men that were in the bar, they are amongst the crowd enjoying the recreational drugs and onlookers. This is perfect, actually. It appears the men indeed failed to notice they were being followed. Either that, or they don’t give a fuck which makes them an even more dangerous pursuit. The ones who don’t give a flying fuck, are the ones that I pay the most attention to. When you don’t fear death, you’re not afraid to play dirty. I know this firsthand, as most would describe that personality trait as one I embody. I’ve got no family and nobody I care for, so I fit that criteria and I know this.
With no one guarding the house, they feel safe here, and that’s something I plan on rectifying here shortly. First, I need to get to know my enemies a little more intimately. I watch and observe for a bit before a plan begins to take on a vivid form in my head.
I’m patient, biding my time until I can unleash the bloodthirsty beast inside of me. I don’t know why this case in particular has taken hold of me this heavy, but I am not one to usually question myself. I go with what my gut and mind instinctively tell me. One of the assholes’ phone rings and I see him start heading in my direction. Making my way around to the side of the house, I continue my quest not be spotted.
“You’ve got to be shitting me, why me?” I hear the man grumble into his phone. Only getting his side of the conversation, I can tell whatever he’s being told isn’t something he wants to hear. “Whatever, I’ll come feed and water the prisoner like the dog she is. How long will you be gone for?”
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. I hear as his friend comes out and joins him on the back patio. I’m assuming the call is disconnected when I hear his friend inquire about the conversation. “I’m on guard duty,” he sneers. “Marcum and the men he has with him need to head out to take care of something so I’ve been tasked with watering and feeding the bitch.”
The other man lets out a chuckle before he responds, “Man that sucks. Those two blondes inside are ready and willing to take us both on.” Disappointment heavily laces his tone.
The other piece of shit groans, showcasing his own displeasure. This is good, really good for me. A man focused solely on pussy and being forced by his boss to abandon it, will throw him off his game. “Don’t fucking gloat, asshole. You might find yourself on the receiving end of a similar situation one day. You honestly think I want to leave behind willing pussy?” And with that, I get my confirmation. He’s flustered and will never see me coming. Their voices grow more distant and I hear a door open and shut, letting me know they’ve made their way back inside. I rush through the backyard and jump the fence. I get my bike and push it out from its hiding spot. I know the prisoner they’re referring to is mine. I don’t fire up my bike as I don’t want to draw unwanted attention, and begin to walk it around to the corner of the street.
I see taillights heading in the opposite direction of where I’m at. I start my bike and my adrenaline begins to surge as I begin my pursuit. A brief glance at the front yard, and I know that nobody is aware of my presence. I stay as far back as I can without losing him. We travel for roughly twenty-minutes until we pull into an abandoned looking warehouse. This one wasn’t on my list so it’s a good thing I stumbled upon these men tonight. Without them, I may have been searching longer than what I had intended.
I stop at the end of the parking lot and see some bushes where I can cover my bike. It won’t be seen unless someone is purposely looking for it. I follow the trails around the side of the building and crouch down behind some trees. I watch as Marcum loads up in a blacked-out SUV. Several men follow him getting into separate rides.
I watch as they pull through the gates and hit the main road. Thinking there’s only one asshole here, but not certain, I stick to the shadows that surround the outlining woods. I’m glad that when they fenced in the property, they didn’t only surround the building. Creeping my way to the back door, I twist the knob to see if it’s locked. To my astonishment it opens. Fools. What a bunch of fucking idiots they are. I suppose this man or possible men were fated to meet their maker tonight either way. Because if I fail, Marcum will assuredly kill them on the spot. Guess it’s a good thing I never fail. I always hit my intended target and this night will be no different.
They are lax on security which surprises me because Marcum is usually a helluva lot more paranoid than this. Shaking my head, I relish in how easy they’re truly making this particular job for me. I know they are aware that Rogue and his MC are all over their missing princess. Do they really think someone like me isn’t tracking them down? Deciding to take advantage of the situation, I gently let the door close behind me. I draw my gun from the back of my jeans, slowly and methodically scanning the area, listening for voices.
I begin feeling more confident that there’s only the one man here, but don’t let my senses dull or my guard down. I’m fully alert of everything surrounding me as I make my way through the lower part of the facility. When I reach the staircase, I can hear a woman yelling.
“Get the fuck away from me, you piece of shit! I’ll fuck you up if you touch me one more time!” I’ve been told she’s a firecracker, but if I hadn’t known, I’d be aware now that she means business. Or at least her tone indicates such. “Swear to God, motherfucker, I’m going to remove your dick if you don’t get the hell out of this room!” she continues her verbal assault, followed by an ear-piercing scream of what sounds to be pure frustration. A mental image of this ‘club princess’ clenching her fists at her side while shouting runs through my mind. It’s just business as usual, but these daddy’s girls and MC princesses are pistols. Not because of the lifestyle they’ve grown up in, but some of them just use it as an excuse to be bitches.
A part of me wonders why she’s not beating the hell out of him, and at least attempting to escape on her own. Hell, maybe she’s tried and knowing Marcum, she’s tied up. If not, I’ll be one surprised motherfucker. I take the stairs two steps at a time and when I reach the top, a strong and steady flow of screams continues to slaughter my eardrums. Once I’ve located the room she’s in, it’s locked up and time is both valuable and crucial to pulling this off. Taking out my kit, I begin to pick the lock. When I feel it give, I quietly turn the handle and push open the door. I notice that she’s chained to a chair as I had expected.
“Fucker! Let me out of these chains and I’ll show you what I’m capable of,” she barks out, lunging as far as the shackles will allow her to at a figure with their back toward me.
It’s only then that I realize the fucker is a man and has his jeans open while jacking himself off. “You know you wanna try a ride on this,” he hisses out in her direction, causing even my skin to crawl.
“I wanna rip it off and shove it down your throat!” she replies through gritted teeth. Her ey
es shift in my direction before they narrow to slits. Placing my finger over my lips, I silently gesture and plead for her silence as I shake my head no. She turns her sight back to the asshole averting her attention from me. Good. She got the memo and recognizes that I’m here to help her out not hinder her.
Silently but swiftly, I creep up behind him and grab his neck before twisting it. The snapping sound of his bones bounce around the room in a harmonious tune, assuring me I just ended his pathetic life. “Bout damn time someone showed their ass up to get me outta here.” She yanks her wrists forward alerting me to the fact that she’s shackled as if I weren’t aware.
“Had to find you first, Princess,” I sneer at her lack of gratitude. “If you could’ve done it any faster, then why the fuck are you still here?” I finish, approaching her.
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