Whiskey: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 1)

by Chelsea Handcock

  Dear God, no.

  “Fight it, puta,” his gravelly voice came to the forefront of Addy’s terror-stricken mind. “Let’s make it messy for your boys to see.” Then he punched her in the side, so hard Addy saw stars.

  Still frozen, detached from what was happening to her, no, she thought she wouldn’t let this happen. With all of her strength and what little power she had left, she struggled against him. He told her to fight, and she was going to until her last breath because she would rather die than let this man continue to hurt her. Her attempts at pulling away only caused the jerk to push her further into the ground causing more damage to her face. She didn’t care, she would fight.

  Addy tried to twist her head to get a look at the man who was hurting her so badly, but should couldn’t see him clearly through the blood and tears in her eyes. If this was her last day on this planet, she was determined to bring him down with her. Trying to look around for anything to help her, she frantically tried to see something, anything.

  Addy could feel him shift behind her and heard the sound of his belt buckle as he unfastened it. She was now hyper-alert and aware of every sound that was bringing her closer to what she feared most. She could hear each and every tine on his zipper as he lowered it and the brush of the fabric on his body as he dropped his pants. The chant in her mind continued, this isn’t happening, this cannot be happening to me, but it was.

  Addy screamed for all she was worth. In the midst of her screaming, she somehow heard voices and stopped for a few short seconds. Maybe someone was here to save her, maybe Aiden had come. No not Aiden, someone else; again, she didn’t know the voice and the words he was saying barely penetrated her mind, but the asshole on top of her wasn’t moving so maybe, just maybe she was saved.

  “Get the fuck off her, asshole. You heard the boss, no permeant damage, she has work to do, and you’re not going to fuck that up.”

  Boss, no permanent damage, shit, she was far from safe. Addy started to struggle again. The asshole on top of her only ground his hips into her further, closer to violating her further.

  “Oh, come on man, me and Addison are just having a little fun.” He said it like she wanted this, like she had a choice. Addy screamed again, but the man on her lifted her body and somehow pushed her face further into the ground muffling her cries.

  “You heard me, fucker, get off her now.”

  The man who had been holding her down released her arms and got up. Addy went to scramble away, but the asshole grabbed her by the hair hard and pulled until she was on her knees. The man standing in front of them was someone she had never seen before; he was smallish, maybe five-foot-nine and had dark, slicked back hair. He was wearing dirty jeans and a white t-shirt that had seen better days, his face craggy with old pock marks and old acne scars. But his eyes had to be the coldest Addy had ever seen. This asshole was not her savior, only a reprieve.

  Two more men entered the barn, but Addy paid them little attention. her focus on the person they were dragging. Shit, Cathy.

  “Oh, I see we have your attention, now, don’t we?”

  Addy didn’t say anything just nodded and stared at Cathy. She didn’t look any better than Addy felt, broken and bruised. She had a black eye, and her clothes were torn and dirty. Her mouth was also closed shut with duct tape. But damn her eyes were telling a story Addy wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Cathy was a strong woman, but whatever these men had done to her had broken her in a way Addy wasn’t sure could ever be fixed.

  “This is what is going to happen Ms. Sinclair, you will fix this mess you have gotten us into or your friend here is going to pay for your little mistake,” the little man ordered.

  Cathy was shaking her head no, pleading with Addy with her eyes. She didn’t want her to do what these men wanted, but Addy knew she was going to.

  Addy didn’t have a choice, so all she said was, “What do you need me to do?”

  “You will go to the Ruthless Bastards and get the deed to this property back. Once that is done, you are going to turn it back over to me, I will have the proper paperwork ready. Since I'm not an unreasonable man,” he laughed, “I will give you twenty-four hours. For every minute you run over that time, Cathy here will be having a little fun with my guys.

  One of the men holding Cathy punched her right in the stomach causing her to bend over in pain. Addy felt as if the blow had happened to her, and she wanted it all to stop.

  “Okay, but if I do this, I want your word that nothing further will happen to her, and once you have those papers, you let us both walk.”

  “Sure, sweetheart, I’m not an unreasonable man, but just to make sure you keep up your end, I’ll leave Ogre here to make sure you follow through. You already tried to double cross us once, can’t have that happen again, now can we? Just to add a little more incentive why don’t you give Carri Worthington a call and ask her how her car is doing. I heard she got into quite an accident earlier today; wouldn’t want to have anything else happen to her, now would we?

  “Why are you doing this? It’s just a farm there isn’t anything for you here.”

  “That isn’t your problem, Addison, you only need to focus on recovering the deed from the Ruthless Bastards and turning it over to me. Then all your problems will be over and you can go on with your life. Don’t do anything stupid or I will let Ogre finish what he started, do you understand?”

  Addy nodded. Shit, she needed to figure out how to get both her and Cathy out of this and then make sure Carri was okay. Carri was her best friend and the one who stuck by her through thick and thin. It would kill Addy if anything happened to her. Just knowing that these men knew her name or where she lived was enough to put fear into her heart.

  Addy spent the next couple of hours sitting in her kitchen with Ogre staring her down. The look in his eyes promised horrible things, and she didn’t speak a single word to him. After a while, it got too much for her. She needed to clean the blood off her face and body, but was afraid to ask. Thankfully, another man entered her kitchen. This man was big, dark, and a little scary, but his eyes didn’t hold the same evil the other men had. He didn’t speak to her, but spoke directly to Ogre.

  “She needs to clean herself up, and we need to get the equipment on her before she meets with the RBMC.” Ogre didn’t say anything just stared and grunted. Addy started to squirm in her chair.

  “Get in the shower and get some clean clothes, but leave your shirt and bra off. Come back when you are done, so we can wire you up with our own little insurance policy.” Addy stood on shaky legs, thinking if she got to the downstairs’ bathroom, she could make a break for it and get help for Cathy. The new man must have read her mind.

  “Upstairs and don’t think about doing anything stupid. We are watching you when you don’t even know it, and that other chick will pay for any wrong move you make.” Addy nodded her head and started for the door that led out of the kitchen into the living room. Before she made it all the way through, the man said something else that scared her even more if that was possible.

  “If you become be a problem, I can always have Ogre here watch you shower and change. I don’t think he would have a problem watching you get all slicked up and naked.” Ogre grunted again and started to stand up. Addy froze, she didn’t want that man anywhere close to her and hoped that she could stop him.

  “No, I promise, I won’t be a problem. I will do as you say. I swear.” The new man laughed.

  “I figured as much.” Putting his hand on Ogre’s shoulder, he pushed him back down into the chair. “Guess you’re just going to have to wait a little longer, old man. Don’t worry once she gets the papers, she is all yours, just have to hang on a little longer to taste that pussy.”

  Addy felt the bile rise in her throat and knew that no matter what she did, she and Cathy wouldn’t get out of this unscathed. The question was, how much could she take before it broke her completely? What could she do and still survive? Addy showered, trying to come up with a plan that woul
d save her and Cathy, but she was coming up blank.

  Something else was bothering her, too. Why did these people want the farm? It didn’t make sense; her family had owned it for generations, it wasn’t good for anything but livestock and crops. Even if they wanted it to grow something, the fields were already planted for the year. They would have to start from scratch and hope the weather held out, which was a big if. What exactly were these people after? She could only come up with one thing, and that was the proximity to the RBMC which bordered her land, but then again, why would that matter? Tuck and the rest of the guys would already know something was up, especially if she just up and disappeared, turning it over to someone else. None of this made any sense.

  Addy got out of the shower and moaned; damn her whole body hurt. The blows that man had hit her with and his rough treatment were now becoming more and more apparent. Walking up to the sink Addy opened the towel wrapped around her body, revealing the bruises she had littering her ribs, stomach, and breasts. She didn’t want to look lower remembering what almost happened and could happen again.

  Addy didn’t usually wear makeup, but she knew how to put it on. If she had any chance of pulling off what these people wanted, then she needed to get to it because no way would Tuck look at her in her current state and let her say or do anything. The cut on her forehead was high enough up that her bangs cover it, but just to be safe she applied a small flesh color band-aid and went about covering the rest of the area with foundation. Addy then applied a thick layer of concealing powder adding even more makeup to her eyes and cheeks, finishing it off with a horrid red lipstick. She hated the stuff, but this was the only one she had.

  Looking in the mirror, she almost cried. She didn’t even look like herself, she looked like a two-dollar whore. She only hoped that Tuck would ignore her drastic change until she got what she needed. Turning to her hair, she didn’t do much except brush a comb through it, no sense in completing the package, she thought almost laughing to herself. Shit, maybe now Whiskey would look at her with more than just hate in his eyes; that thought almost killed her. What the hell was going on with her mind? Why Whiskey should play into any of this at all, and yet, she couldn’t help but hope he would come to her rescue and make all of this go away.

  Damn, she would need a shrink after all of this. Doing as she was told, Addy put on her underwear and jeans making sure she only grabbed her most ugly pair. The pair she held back for that time of the month. Not that it mattered, but she wouldn’t give Ogre anything else to look at, maybe the grannie panties would dissuade him? Yeah, wishful thinking. Addy wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed her t-shirt from the counter. Time to face the evil men.

  Addy walked into her kitchen with her head held high, and her shoulder’s squared. She would get through whatever happened next and move on, getting through whatever happened after that. At least that was what she kept on telling herself. Over and over again in her mind.

  “Ah, Ogre see your new little toy can follow orders. Imagine how fun that will be for you?” Ogre stood from his chair and walked to Addy ripping the towel from her grasp.

  “Now, she is following orders.” When his hand came up and twisted Addy’s nipple roughly, she had had to bit her cheek to keep the whimper she felt from passing her lips. Ogre just laughed and continued to violate her breasts.

  “Enough of that brother, let’s get this shit done. I have places I need to be.” The other man walked over and shoved a square plastic thing in the waistband of her pants and ran a wire up in between her breasts. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

  “Put your bra on, now.” Addy quickly dropped her t-shirt and held on to her bra putting it on. Normally, she would lay it under her breasts twist it backwards and attach the clasps turning it and putting her arms through the straps. This time Addy put the straps through her arms and awkwardly tried to attach the tiny hooks from behind. The man pulled her closer and did it himself when she fumbled one too many times.

  “Damn, Ogre, might have to have a little taste of this myself if you don’t damage it too badly when she gets back.” The man said while running his hand over the top of Addy’s breast. She wanted to cringe back and remove his hand, but she did neither of those things. She stood there and took his filthy touch

  Addy wasn’t looking at either man, she was trying to focus on the clock on the wall, anything to trick her brain not to react to these vile people. She wanted to scream and fight, but she knew she needed to bide her time. She just needed to make it one more second, one more minute, or one more hour, each tick of the clock was a victory for her.

  Ogre grabbed the hair at the back of Addy’s head and pulled, forcing her to look up into his cold, black eyes.

  “Ah, I might want to keep this toy for a little while, Blank. Let’s see how good she can obey her new master.”

  Ogre pushed Addy to her knees and started to undo his pants with his free hand. Addy knew what was coming, and even though it disgusted her, if push came to shove she would blow this guy just to get out of the damn house. Addy closed her eyes and started counting, praying she would make it through the next few minutes. Then she heard the other man, Blank, laughing. Damn, there would be no end to her humiliation. She would get through this and move on, like she always had. Addy hoped that Cathy wasn’t suffering a similar fate.

  A phone ringing brought her out of her clouded mind. The man, Blank, answered while Ogre continued to undue first his belt and then his pants. Addy could see his springy, dark pubic hair, the slack of his dick. Addy felt ill, she didn’t want to do this. Everything in her fought against actually going through with giving Ogre a blow job.

  “That was the Prez. He wants her out of here in the next couple of minutes and on her way to the RBMC Clubhouse. You will just have to play with your little pet later,” he laughed. Ogre brutally pushed Addy back and walked off saying, “That’s the second time someone has cock blocked me from this bitch, there won’t be a third.”

  Blank started talking, but Addy wasn’t paying any attention to the man. She was freaked out, and her mind was going a mile a minute. There was no way out of this. These people would hurt her and Cathy, regardless of what she did or didn’t do. Blank grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

  “Listen up, you little cunt. With this device, I can hear every word you say.” He emphasized the fact by tapping the small microphone he had attached to her bra. “You make one wrong move, and that other bitch is a dead woman. Go into that Clubhouse and bat your fucking eyelashes or show some ass if you have to and get that deed back. I'd tell you to flash some tit, but that wouldn’t be such a great idea, now would it?” the asshole had the nerve to laugh at his own joke. Addy didn’t find it very funny. Addy nodded her head, letting him know she understood, but the lump in her throat prevented her from saying a single word.

  “Remember, Puta, I will be listening to every word you say, and every wrong word will cost your friends something.”

  Addy put her t-shirt on over the device and her bra. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she had to do something. The asshole smacked her on her ass and handed her the keys to her truck.

  “Best hurry up now, the Prez isn’t a very patient man.”

  Addy walked numbly toward the door. Once she made it outside, she caught sight of Ogre standing by the open barn door, and it sent a shiver up her spine. Addy needed to figure out a way out of this for both her and Cathy, but she was coming up with a whole lot of nothing. Getting into her truck, Addy put the key in the ignition and started it up. Placing the beast in drive, she drove toward the Clubhouse.

  She only had minutes to decide what to do, and really, there was only one option. Addy got out of her truck and walked up the steps leading to the door like she meant to be there. What she really wanted to do was run crying and beg Tuck to pull her out of this mess, but right now she couldn't bring any attention to herself.

  The Clubhouse was really an old Plantation style mini-mansio
n. The place had originally been large, but through the years the MC had added more rooms and space to the old girl. Addy had always loved the building and property. Once she got out of her truck, a Prospect came right up to her, asked who she was and what her business here was. Addy had only come to the Clubhouse a couple of times and had never once been inside. Not that she hadn't been invited, she had, but with her memories of Whiskey, she just couldn’t do it. Now she wanted to see what went on behind those closed doors for herself.

  Living in Defiance all her life she had heard the stories, their parties were legendary in the area. Add in all the sex, and the house held a place of infamy in Defiance. More than one groupie had spilled her guts about the no-holds-barred sex that went on in this place. Orgy was too small of a word for what they said happened. Members of the RBMC openly had sex with the Club Puppets or whoever else they wanted within those walls. Twosomes, threesomes, and more. Oral, vanilla, or kinky, anything and everything went on beyond those doors. If you didn’t like it, then it was simple, stay the hell out.

  Until this moment, Addy had never once wanted to go inside. Tuck the President was a good man, she liked him and several of the other guys, but she didn’t want to risk ever seeing Whiskey with another woman. Knowing it happened and often, was enough, seeing it, she wouldn’t live through it. There was still a part of her that longed to have her Aiden back. A part of her that knew he would always be the only man for her. It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t have to, it was just what it was.

  The Prospect came back and told her to go on in. Her body was stiff, and she hoped that Tuck would be waiting for her; he wasn’t, Whiskey was. Damn it.

  He stood in the middle of a large room. There were a few of tables and a long bar off to the side, couches and chairs all over the large space. But what really caught her attention was how dirty the place was. As she walked across the floor, her tennis shoes stuck to it and she had to work a little harder to lift her legs. A couple of people lingered at the bar, and a few women were sitting at one of the tables. All the windows were covered and only artificial light. That worked well for what she was planning to do.