CORRUPTED: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Mia Miles

  “No one found drugs at the club. They had the drugs when they showed up, and they just said they found them,” he admitted. “And while we’re at it, I did track Eddie down and convince him to scare you away. I never planned on letting him have that kid. That kid isn’t going to be born,” he threatened.

  “I don’t understand.” My heart raced. I didn’t like the way his last statement sounded.

  “The doctors were supposed to cause you to lose that baby, but the presence of your motorcycle gang friends scared them into not doing anything. You were supposed to lose that baby,” he growled.

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My father was trying to abort my child. Legally, I couldn’t have an abortion now. There was no way, so the doctors would have been forced to give me medications that would have hurt the baby.

  My heart pounded in my chest as I remembered the sedatives I was on. Some sedatives were too strong for pregnant women, and most of the time, they weren’t recommended at all unless absolutely necessary. I wondered what else they were trying to give me.

  “That’s right,” my father said, leaning down to look right in my eyes.

  There was so much hatred in them, it made me wonder if he’d ever actually loved me. Or was I some trophy he and my mother had used to make them look like they had a happy family? Had I ever actually been happy?

  It was unreal. The whole thing was just unreal. I glanced at my phone. I wanted to tell Cutter to come get me. I felt threatened. I knew that whatever he’d had planned was about to unfold, and the results were going to be catastrophic.

  His eyes followed mine, and he reached down to grab the phone. He hit the button on the side and brought the screen up, revealing the active call with Cutter. He smiled at me, a cruel grimace with the corners of his mouth raised in a horrifying parody of a smile.

  “Cutter,” he said in a cold voice as he took the phone off of speaker so I couldn’t hear the conversation.

  I looked on in horror, wondering what Cutter was going to say to him, if anything. I wondered what my father was about to say as well. I knew Cutter had my back, and I had seen how possessive and protective he was over me. My father was making a grave mistake by addressing him directly the way he was.

  It was all out of my hands now.

  “That’s fine, you don’t have to talk,” my father said in a cold voice that even sent chills down my spine.

  He looked at me. My eyes were frozen on his. I didn’t look when I heard the back door open. I closed my eyes, knowing that there was nothing I could do at that point to stop whatever was going to happen. I heard what sounded like two other people coming into the room behind me. I felt their hands on me.

  “You won’t ever see my daughter again, you simple little thug,” my father said, spitting out each word as I was pulled out of my chair.

  I didn’t struggle.

  “Hurry. Take her to the car,” my father said. “We’ve got company coming, and we can’t be here when they arrive, which should be momentarily.”

  It was always possible he’d been lying about not knowing Cutter was out, I figured. He obviously knew the guys weren’t that far from us. He knew that I hadn’t come alone as we had agreed. He’d probably known the whole time what the plan was.

  I walked with the men carrying me. My father placed a hood over my head as we left the house.

  “Don’t want you to know where we’re going, dear,” he said.

  I heard the doors open, and I was shoved into an SUV. I had to step up as I got in the back. The person next to me pulled my seatbelt across my chest and buckled me in as the other car doors closed. I tried to grab him, but I realized my hands were restrained. I hadn’t felt them put anything on me, but my wrists were certainly tied together.

  “You’re not going to get away with this,” I told my father as I felt the car leaving the back driveway.

  “I already am, dear, but don’t worry. We’re about to fix this situation,” he said to me with cool confidence.

  I took a deep breath. Cutter had found me before. He was going to find me again.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Cutter

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her father admitted to everything, revealing even darker secrets than we had expected to find. I had failed to realize just how far her father was willing to go to get rid of her child. I was floored. I should have called the guys in right there. I should have given the word for them to take the house then, but I didn’t realize he had more up his sleeve than just running his mouth and admitting everything to her.

  He grabbed the phone and too me off speaker. I could still hear what sounded like a small scuffle in the background. Something was going down as he told me I’d never see her again. I hung up the phone and called Jay.

  “Everyone in now,” I said when Jay answered the phone. I cranked up the car and drove around the corner back to her driveway.

  I pulled into the yard with the guys right behind me. Surely, the whole neighborhood heard our motorcycles. It had to be embarrassing to live in such an uptight neighborhood with a bunch of bikers pulling into the yard and storming the house.

  I had my piece drawn when I left the car. My brothers brandished their weapons as well as they left their bikes. Jay, Ren, and Blades directed guys all over the house. There were a few that followed me into the house itself. Some of them took the stairs while the rest of us stayed downstairs. A few guys stood guard out front. A few more took to the backyard.

  “Clear,” Jay called from upstairs.

  “Clear,” I muttered downstairs. I opened the back door, and Ren turned to me.

  “Clear,” he said, shrugging as the men with him secured the rear of the house.

  Then, from the front I heard Blades. “We got cops.”

  “Guns away, guys,” Ren called to the men in the backyard with him. They all put their guns away.

  “Guns,” I told the men standing inside with me, and they holstered theirs as well.

  I heard shouting as the cops stormed the yard first. Then, I heard their feet entering the house.

  “Guys, cooperate,” I told my brothers. We all had our hands up by the time the cops came around the corner to find us in the back.

  “Get the fuck down,” someone shouted with guns pointed in our faces.

  I took a deep breath and did as I was told. It wasn’t time to fight back. It was time to cooperate and get the fuck out of there to find where Missy’s father was taking her. Everyone followed my lead, getting down onto their knees, then onto their stomachs.

  “You armed?” the same cop asked as others ran out back.

  “I think we all are. Yes, sir,” I told him. There was no sense in lying. They were liable to search us anyway.

  “Who am I kidding? Of course you are.” He laughed.

  I glanced up to watch him. He stood in front of us alone. He kept an eye on the guys in the back.

  “I know why you’re here,” he said.

  “I know you do,” I told him.

  “Right. Well, you boys need to get on home before someone gets hurt. Mr. Jones and his daughter aren’t coming back any time soon,” he said, like he was basically performing security detail for Alec Jones. He wasn’t answering a call. He was answering the pay.

  Once they made sure the house was secure and we had been delayed, they escorted us back outside the house. The same cop who had addressed me in the dining room locked the front door behind him and walked back up in front of us. I stood next to Renegade and Blades. We held our hands in front of us so the cops could see that we weren’t reaching for our weapons.

  “You’re free to go,” he said. “My men will wait until you leave the property.”

  “I guess we go,” Ren said to me lowly.

  “Yeah, I guess so,” I agreed.

  The police had only meant to hold us up. They could have charged us with any number of crimes if they had just wanted to, but they weren’t really all that worried about us. That told me Alec ha
d something big planned. We had to stop him.

  “Let’s regroup at the clubhouse,” Ren said as we walked away from the cop.

  I nodded and hopped in my car while the rest of the guys climbed onto their bikes. I cranked up my car as bike after bike roared to life on the lawn of the Jones’ house. The cops just stood around and watched, trying to look intimidating. They were failing miserably; they came across as aggravating and pretentious.

  We rode back to the clubhouse. Out of protest, everyone parked their bikes outside so that any cops who wanted to give us a hard time about them would see them clearly from the road as they came by. Usually, as many motorcycles as possible would go inside, and only the ones that didn’t fit would be outside. The guys filled the lot around the building with their motorcycles.

  “So, he’s not just tipping them off,” Ren said as he walked past me, going into the building.

  “No, it seems like he’s got them on his payroll,” I said absently, turning away from the mass of bikes outside to follow him in.

  He called a meeting of the senior members of the MC and walked to the boardroom. Jay and I followed. Blades came in behind us. Nails and Draw walked in behind him, closing the door. We all sat around the table.

  “Alright, we could have trouble here,” Ren said, standing where his chair should have been. He’d pushed it back.

  I looked around the table. Everyone nodded in agreement.

  “We need to take this Alec Jones down. He poses a threat. As long as he has all the power he does, he’s a threat. He has lawyers, judges, and the cops on his payroll. This guy’s one person, but he makes what we do look like child’s play. He’s far too connected, and it’s going to become a problem. Cutter, I know we agreed to let you and Missy handle this, but it’s a bigger problem now. He has targeted all of us,” Ren said.

  “Fine by me,” I said, sitting back in my chair. “It’s time for us to do something about him as a group.”

  “Anyone?” Ren asked.

  I knew I had to figure out where he was taking Missy, and I knew that the longer we were out of the loop, the further away they were going to get. I failed to see how sitting in a meeting was going to help me do that.

  When no one answered, presumably because they all felt the same way I did, I sighed heavily.

  “You got something, Cutter?” he asked me.

  “First thing we need to do is figure out where he’s going,” I told him. “Where is Alec taking Missy?”

  I looked around the room at the faces staring back at me. No one else knew as much about what was going on as I did. They were all there for support. Jay was probably the only one who had any real clue. He’d spent time with both of us.

  “He kicked her out because of the baby, right?” Jay asked.

  “That’s the story,” I told him.

  “If he kicked her out, why the hell does he keep trying to interfere?” Blades snapped. “Why not just let her go?” He was just saying what we were all thinking.

  “That’s a good point, Blades,” I agreed. “I think he’s trying to get rid of the kid. I mean, you guys didn’t hear what I heard on the phone.”

  Then it hit me. I stopped talking and slammed my hand on the table, sitting forward.

  “He said she was supposed to lose the baby at the hospital. I’m assuming the doctors told him she was there and he told them what to do. Fortunately, they have procedures and laws governing their behavior, so they weren’t able to do it. Plus, Jay, having you there helped. Apparently, you intimidated them into doing their jobs the right way just by being present.”

  “That’s my job,” he said with a satisfied smile on his face.

  “Well, that means her father has to find another way to get rid of that baby,” I said.

  “You think he’s going to take her to the abortion clinic?” Ren asked.

  “Isn’t she too far along?” Jay asked.

  “Does it matter?” I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

  Jay’s jaw hit the floor as he realized what I was saying. No one else seemed to be following except maybe Ren.

  “He’s probably going to pay off one of the doctors to handle things, regardless,” I said, choking on the words.

  “That’s sick, man,” Ren chimed in.

  “I know, but that seems to be who we’re dealing with,” I told him.

  “Who is this guy?” Draw asked, astonishment thick in his voice.

  I shook my head. “All I know is he’s my old lady’s father, and he has gone from ultra-conservative asshole to psycho since he found out she was pregnant and involved with a member of a motorcycle club.”

  “Not just any MC, now,” Ren said with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t downplay our reputation, son. We’re the Renegade Lions. That means something.”

  “Yeah, and apparently that means a lot to Alec Jones as well,” I said.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll get her,” Jay assured me. “I’ll get some guys together. We need to get ready to go. If he’s paying a doctor to perform an abortion without any questions, he’s probably not going to have to wait very long for the procedure to get underway.”

  “Right.” I watched as the big man left the room and looked back at Ren, who was still holding my shoulder.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll handle it,” he said.

  “I’m going, too,” I told him. “First, we need to make some phone calls. I don’t want the police interfering with us this time. We need to go over their heads to stop him.”

  “You thinking the Sheriff?” Ren asked in his thoughtful, scratchy voice.

  “No, I’m thinking higher. Chances are, he’s got someone there, too. And at the state.” I watched Ren’s face as he tried to follow me but couldn’t.

  “You’re talking about the FBI?” Blades asked. “What are they supposed to be investigating if they come after him?”

  “Tax evasion? Human trafficking? I don’t know. We can give them something,” I said, and I wondered if there was anything already on the books for Alec Jones. Surely, there had to be something. Guys like that didn’t usually make it to his stature without something shady going on.

  “Call Vicky,” Ren said. “She’ll help you come up with something. Hell, she’s probably got connections that run that high.”

  “Nice. Yeah, I’ll give her a call.” I didn’t want to admit that I hadn’t checked in with her since leaving jail. I hadn’t wanted to talk about my case, but if this worked, I wasn’t going to have to talk about my case. Charges were going to be dropped once someone got ahold of this man.

  “In the meantime, the rest of you go down with Jay,” Ren said, addressing the other three members still sitting at the table.

  “Right.” Blades got up and took Nails and Draw with him.

  I got up to leave as well. I needed to make that call to Vicky. Ren grabbed my shoulder again, stopping me. His touch always felt so fatherly. It demanded my full attention and obedience.

  “Be careful, Cutter,” he said. “This man seems unpredictable. I mean, he has a one-track mind, but I don’t trust how he’ll react when we finally confront him.”

  “Don’t worry. If this works, we won’t be alone,” I told him. I left the room and pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was time to see what Vicky could do.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Missy

  “Alright, take the hood off and free her wrists,” my father said from the front of the SUV as we came to a stop.

  When the hood came off, I was staring at his cold, smiling face in the passenger seat up front. When my hands were untied, I leaned forward to look out the front windshield.

  “What are we doing here?” I asked my father, even though I knew exactly why were at the clinic.

  “You’re not going to have that baby,” he said.

  “Without my consent, no doctor is going to perform the operation. And besides, I’m too far along,” I argued.

  “Oh, naïve, sheltered little Missy,” my father said condescendingly, “you u
nderestimate the power of money. With enough money, any doctor will perform the operation when they are told and with or without your consent.”

  I stared at the squat little building in front of us in horror.

  “You’re telling me you’ve got a doctor in there who’s already agreed to it?” I said.

  “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, Missy.” He sounded so pleased with himself. He puffed his chest out and smiled at me with all his smug self-satisfaction.