Torque: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Iron Angels MC) (Unbreakable Bad Boys Book 2)

by Sophia Gray

  I shook my head. “I can’t fuckin’ worry about anyone else. This is about me. This is about me getting my revenge. Just because we’re working together on this doesn’t mean I care about you.”

  Nefertiti pursed her lips. “You smarter than I give you credit for, honey,” she drawled. “I thought you were gonna be all about saving me after our fun together!”

  I gritted my teeth and rolled my eyes. “Don’t count on it,” I told her icily. “I just want what’s mine.”

  Nefertiti kicked her shoe off and stuck her stockinged toes in my lap. When I tried to push her foot away, she clicked her tongue, and the guards shot me a look. Sighing, I let her continue rubbing my cock with her toes until she was grinning and I was hard. Putting up with her little sexual harassment was bad, but it could have been worse. At least I wasn’t worried she was going to cut my cock off.

  “This is so fun,” she gushed. “Ain’t we having fun?”

  “Oh, yes, Ms. Nefertiti,” one of the thugs said. He patted her on the shoulder, and she swatted his hand away with a sharp slap. “This is real fun we’re havin’.”

  I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. As we pulled up to the warehouse, I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. What if this was all wrong? What if Nefertiti wanted me dead just as much as Peyton? A horrible image slipped into my mind of them taking turns torturing me until I was almost dead, then crawling over my broken body and fucking like dogs.

  “You nervous, baby?”

  “Not at all,” I replied smoothly. “And you’re going to be watching and waiting?”

  She nodded. “Of course. I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?”

  I laughed once, a harsh sound. “Of course not,” I said, mimicking her tone. She grinned at me; if she knew I was mocking her, she didn’t show it.

  When Nefertiti nodded, I climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the building. Putting my hands in my waistband, I pulled out the semi-automatic and cocked it, sneaking along the threshold of the building. There was silence. In one hand, I held the bag with the heroin. Looking at the other, the hand with my gun, I could see how badly I was shaking. Pull yourself together, McIntyre. This is fucking it. This is it, big man.

  The only thought on my mind was seeing Peyton’s face as I shot him in the chest, time after time. I wanted him to know that he was dying. I wanted him to know why. I wanted all of his thugs to know why. No matter what happened, I wouldn’t rest until he was dead.

  There was some whispering and hushing as I got to the back door. I stuck the gun in the back of my pants and put the heroin package down on the ground. After knocking three times in quick succession, there was a scurry of footfall, and the door opened.

  “Hello,” one of the thugs said in stilted English. “Come with me now.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not the fuckin’ deal, man. Peyton’s supposed to come and talk with me.”

  The guy looked at me like he had no idea what I was saying. “Come with me,” he repeated.

  “Fuck!” I cried out.

  He gave me an alarmed glance and pulled me inside, putting a finger to his lips and blowing quietly. Inside my head, my thoughts swirled around until I was panicking. This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t the plan at all. The plan was for Peyton to meet me at the door, and then Nefertiti was going to come up and shoot him in the arm to weaken him. Then, the two of us were going to drag him inside and make him confess to everything. On video. Then, we were going to take turns killing him. It was as simple as that, and something that we’d both agreed on.

  I flashed back to her cool demeanor in the limo. Was she fucking with me after all? Was there something really bad going on? I still had no way of knowing, but every second that the guy dragged me farther and farther from the door, I felt like something bad was going to happen. Warning bells clanged inside my head. The guy grabbed hold of my shirtsleeve and yanked so hard that I almost stumbled and fell. When I got to my feet, I looked around and saw that he’d dragged me into the main part of the warehouse.

  Peyton was sitting behind a massive oak table, with his hands spread out. He saw me and broke out into a massive grin. What is it with these psycho fucking gangsters? I thought to myself as I held up the package of heroin.

  “Good to see you, Torque,” Peyton said with a big grin. “I was beginning to think that you wouldn’t show!” He held up his machete. The blade gleamed in the few bits of sunlight that filtered in through the rafters. “What a horrible thing that would have been!”

  “Right,” I said warily. “Look, I have the stuff. What else do you need?”

  Peyton grinned. “I need some help, Torquey boy. I haven’t been able to get in touch with Net all day. Why don’t you help me call him?”

  I shook my head. “No way, man. That’s your fuckin’ game, not mine.”

  Peyton laughed. “You’re fuckin’ retarded. Don’t you get that you have to help me? Or I’ll kill you!” He tossed his head back, opening his mouth and showing a full array of teeth. From where I was standing, I could smell his breath. It smelled like whiskey and pussy.

  “Fine,” I spat out. “Get out your phone, and I’ll call him. What do you want me to say?”

  Peyton wagged a finger in the air. “Torquey, that’s not how this works,” he chastised me. “Where’s your phone?”

  My mouth went dry; it was back in the limo with Nefertiti. “I don’t have it,” I said gruffly. “I lost it yesterday. Yesterday was a pretty bad fuckin’ day for me, all in all. You of all people should remember that, Peyton.”

  Peyton laughed. “You expect me to believe that?” To the thugs, he snapped his head towards me and said, “Search him!”

  I barely had a second to defend myself before his thugs came at me like well-oiled machines. One of them yanked the gun out of my waistband and waved it around in the air, crowing triumphantly. The other patted me down and stuck his hands in my pockets, grabbing and groping the inside of my thighs to see if I had something taped there. It felt remarkably like being violated by Nefertiti.

  “Torquey, what’s this about you not having your phone?”

  Just as I was about to shake my head, there was a deafening roar of gunfire. I dropped to the floor and tried to wriggle my way to the center of the room to grab Peyton, but a shot landed so close to my head that my ears started to ring and I froze. Blinking, I looked around quickly and saw Nefertiti and her thugs at the door. They barely seemed to notice me as they advanced on Peyton, carrying AK-47s and firing them as rapidly as possible.

  The sound was enough to make me pass out, that’s how loud it was. Slowly, I crawled to the opposite side of the room. Just when I was almost to safety, I heard Nefertiti cackling. Quickly, I got to my knees and turned my head towards her. She was standing next to Peyton with the barrel of her gun pressed into his chest.

  All I could register on his face was shock and horror; it was like he couldn’t believe this had happened. The whole scene: bullets everywhere, whizzing past my head at a mile per minute, plus Nefertiti and Peyton in some kind of vicious dance. He tried to swipe her out of the way and put her in a headlock, but she fell to the ground and grabbed him by the hips. As she fell, she pulled him down with her and rolled on top of him. Peyton was struggling to get up, but she delivered a swift roundhouse kick to his head, knocking him back.

  “Torque!” one of her guards yelled. “Move! I’ve got a clear shot!”

  “Don’t shoot!” I cried out, moving towards him. Suddenly, he had a panicked look on his face. Just as I looked down, a sharp pain stabbed me in the arm. I cried out and held my arm up to see a bloom of crimson developing all over my sleeve. Fuck!

  The adrenaline was too much for me. I crashed to the ground and watched as Nefertiti punched Peyton square in the face. He cried out, and blood spurted everywhere. She took out a small, silver handgun from her pocket and pressed it against his throat. She smiled a wicked smile from ear to ear, and then pulled the trigger.

  The shock of the
gun firing got me to my senses. Nefertiti had barely turned towards me when I was on my feet, running out into the night.

  The last thing I heard behind me was someone screaming my name before I ducked into the trees. My arm hurt like hell, but I kept running. Just as I was about to pass out from loss of blood, Lily’s face popped into my head.

  Lily, I’m dying, I thought. I’m dying, but at least you’re safe.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  When I came to, I was in an unfamiliar bright room with lots of noise and too many people. My whole body hurt; it felt like I’d been beaten with a crowbar. I struggled to open my eyes.

  “Where am I?” I croaked in a daTorque voice. “What’s going on? What happened to me?”

  An unfamiliar and butch woman wearing green scrubs came over to me and stared at some machine next to my bed that was making an infernal racket. “Detroit Grace,” she said, her tone curt. “You were shot. Don’t you remember that?”

  I shook my head. “Barely. What happened?”

  She pursed her lips. “You don’t remember?”

  “Not at all,” I said sincerely.

  The woman glared at me, and suddenly I wanted to punch her for treating me like garbage. As the room around me came into focus, I narrowed my eyes and winced. The walls of the hospital were painted a putrid yellow-green that looked like the woman’s scrubs. The lights about me were a harsh fluorescent, like the kind of thing you see in old sci-fi movies. I rubbed my hands over my eyes and face and discovered that even the ends of my hair hurt. It was incredible. I’d never been in this much pain in my life. I had a hard time believing it was just from the bullet I’d taken.

  “Where was I shot?”

  The woman frowned at me, then grabbed my arm and held it in front of my face. Pain blossomed in my limb, and I cried out in agony.

  “Right there,” she said smugly. “You should thank your lucky stars that someone above thought it fit to save another loser.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, lady,” I finally said. “I had nothing to do with it.”

  She smirked. “And yet you know what ‘it’ is, don’t you?” The doctor laughed mirthlessly and continued. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Nefertiti Davis was apprehended moments after your prone body was discovered by the cops. Seems someone had the presence of mind to call the police when they knew a huge deal was about to go down.”

  I swallowed. Nefertiti, arrested? It made me chuckle. The doctor glanced at me suspiciously. “I’m sorry,” I said through a hail of laughter. It felt both good and immensely painful to laugh; my whole body seiTorque and tensed with the effort. “It’s just, you have no idea how interesting it is for me to hear that.”

  The doctor narrowed her eyes. “Your boss got taken, and you don’t even care?”

  I shook my head. “Lady, you don’t get this. Stay out of my fuckin’ business,” I snapped. “You have no idea who I am.”

  She looked at me, her smug expression still in full swing. “You’re Torque McIntyre, ex-con—I know that much. You were found without a wallet, but there was ID nearby that matched your description.”

  I flashed back to those asshole thugs in Nefertiti’s hideout yanking my pants down and going through my shit. At the time, losing my wallet hadn’t seemed nearly as important as losing my gun, or getting groped by some crazy gangster bitch.

  “Yeah,” I said, looking away. “I lost it. Sorry.”

  The doctor rolled her eyes. “Probably too busy thinking about crank. I bet that’s it. You detoxing?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t fuck with that shit anymore. I’ve been clean for a long time.”

  “Good for you,” she snapped. “By the way, do you know a Laurie?”

  I shook my head. Then it dawned on me. “Lily? What the fuck? Is she okay? Is she hurt?”

  The doctor gave me a strange look. “No,” she said slowly. “She’s fine. She was here to see you, but you didn’t wake up in time to catch her. She spent the whole night sitting by your side and crying.”

  A weird feeling washed over me. It was desire and want and tenderness all mixed together, and I had to shake my head to clear it rapidly. “She’s my friend. Did she say that she was coming back?”

  “She said that she was working or something and that she’d stop by after her shift.”

  “Did I come in with a cell phone?”

  The doctor blinked. “I’m not sure. I can go check your personal possessions though. Can you wait or do you need it right now?”

  Considering how bitchy she’d been before, I was pretty impressed. “Now,” I barked out. The doctor looked angry. “Sorry,” I amended. “Whenever you have time, but as soon as possible. Please.”

  Her expression softened. “Wait a second. I’ll have one of my interns bring it in.”

  The doctor breeTorque out in a cloud of disinfectant-smelling perfume. It felt like an excruciatingly long time before a younger, cuter doctor came back in. She was carrying a white plastic basket, and she dug through it, finally finding my phone and putting it on my lap.

  “Now, you’re not supposed to strain yourself,” she said carefully. “I’ll have to stay here and watch you talk, okay?”

  “Can’t I just keep it in my room?”

  The doctor shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said, blushing. She bit her lower lip in a way that reminded me of Lily, and suddenly, my loins were on fire. She leaned closer and whispered confidentially, “Sir, I have to inform you that this case is being treated as criminal. We have to take all precautions since you were brought in with a gunshot wound. Once we find out how and why you were shot, you may be free to go. But right now, we’re working with the authorities.”

  “Shit,” I muttered softly. “Fuck.”

  The doctor looked upset. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said in a more professional voice. “It’s our policy to inform you, that’s all. I’m afraid there’s nothing else I can do at this point.”

  I closed my eyes and let my head flop back against the hospital bed. Pain shot through my body, and I winced. “Can I have some medication?”

  The woman bit her lip. “Sir, that’s the other thing. Since you were found at the site of a massive opiate drug deal, we cannot give you any medication right now. If you’d like me to bring you a packet of ibuprofen, I could do that, but I’m not allowed to give you anything stronger.”

  If I’d had a gun, I would have shot myself. “Fine,” I snapped. “I want to use my phone now.”

  The doctor shifted from foot to foot. “As I said sir, I have to stay with you. Would you like me to wait behind this curtain?”

  I rolled my eyes. Even the smallest gesture of contempt filled my body with torment. “Fine,” I said. With shaking hands, I dialed Lily’s number and hit Call. It rang and rang and rang and eventually cut to voicemail. In irritation, I threw my phone on the ground. The screen had already been cracked, but this final act sent it shattering into tiny pieces of plastic. I laughed until it hurt my chest too much to keep going.

  “Sir,” the doctor said. Caution was evident in her thin voice. “Are you okay? Is something the matter?”

  “Oh, nothing,” I said sarcastically. “I’m in a lot of pain, and I can’t get any good drugs, my girlfriend isn’t answering the phone, I’m shot, I’m possibly going back to prison, and I don’t even fucking remember how I got here!”

  The doctor looked taken aback. “Sir, that certainly is a lot. And you know, we may be able to give you some pain meds. We’ve tested your blood for drug content, and once the tests come back negative, we’ll be able to help you feel a little better. How does that sound?”

  I nodded. “Great,” I muttered. “Just fuckin’ great.”

  “Good!” the doctor chirped. “I’ll go check on those, and I’ll be back really soon!”

  I closed my eyes in defeat. Even with my lids shut, the bright fluorescent lights on the ceiling penetrated into my skull. Everything was blindingly painful.
I knew that it would be ages, probably hours, before the doctor returned. Any time someone said they’d be back soon, I knew it might be days before I saw them again. When it came to time management, hospitals sucked.

  I looked at the pieces of my shattered phone on the floor and cursed myself for not being able to withstand the urge to destroy whatever I had in my hands at the time. And ‘my girlfriend’? Why the fuck had I said that? I wasn’t Lily’s boyfriend. But all the same, thinking about Lily made me feel a little better.

  I pictured the concern written on her pale, heart-shaped face, her gray eyes wide with love. I knew that we didn’t have any business being together. But that didn’t mean that I didn’t honestly miss her sometimes. I imagined being in her apartment, with her sweet smell all over, and I felt a twitch between my legs. As my cock started to stiffen, I groaned. Just like everywhere else on my body, it hurt a lot. But hey, maybe I was lucky. At least I still had my cock.