“Why use this instead of rope? You’re nuts,” Bandito says as he’s tying me up.
Bandito. I never liked him, too slick and no respect when it comes to women. He wasn’t one of the three who were responsible for taking me. Well, two were left since I saw Casey take one out.
Casey. I hope he doesn’t go all vigilante and come after me himself or get the law involved. Please let him contact my brother instead. Shit. How would he even know who my brother is because I’ve always kept the MC connection well-hidden when it comes to my family ties.
Ugh, dammit, and if Casey did get the MC involved? I wouldn’t trust them. It’s all screwed up because the one who should be watching over me? He was the very one who took me. Yes, betrayal within the brotherhood instead of loyalty and trust.
What for? I have no clue yet. They haven’t said anything. They brought me to this empty warehouse with nothing but an old mattress on a metal bedframe where my wrists are now being tied to the iron bars.
“The electrical wire cuts into the skin beautifully,” a dark voice states from behind me.
Ice fills my veins. For dang sure do I recognize this man’s voice, but who is he? Pretty sure he’s a biker, though not one staying at the compound...a nomad maybe? Shit. Think! Dammit, did he say electrical wire?
My brain overloads with all the information from the cases I’ve worked on, and all the incidences happening in the last few months. Like how my house had an electrical fire and my friend Hedwig’s power was cut while I was supposed to be staying there, but most importantly?
I’ve had a few bodies end up on my table with injuries caused by electrical wire wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles. Holy shit, this is bad. This is too much of a coincidence and I’m pretty damn sure this man is the killer who made all the bodies pile up on my table these past months. I don’t have time to think when my pants are ripped off.
“Fuck, man. She’s on the rag,” Silas says with revulsion. “I ain’t dipping my shit into a sea of red.”
On the rag...blood. Oh, no. The beating I took...my stomach...I couldn’t shield from them. It’s not my period like this asshole claims it is. Pain slices through me and it has nothing to do with the injuries to my body or being kidnapped and lying on this bed. When they kidnapped me, I was on my way to see my best friend Hedwig. Mere minutes before that? I took a pregnancy test.
My period was a few days late and I was nervous because I had unprotected sex. One dang time—the first time I had sex ever—and the man manages to knock me up. Well, not anymore. More hurt slashes through me. I wish I never took the pregnancy test, then I wouldn’t have known. Then my period would just have been late instead of knowing I’m having a miscarriage right now.
The dark voice rasps an eerie chuckle. “A bitch has more tight, warm holes to fill than their cunt.”
Gael Murray. That’s this bastard’s name. I’ve heard him voice the same words once before, and back then I knew it was in reference to me. It was months ago during a barbeque where he said it in front of my father—the Prez of Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC. The man even had the nerve to ask my dad why no one had claimed my tight cunt or ass for that matter.
Needless to say, both my father and my brother kicked his ass and threw him out of the clubhouse. Dammit, why is everything falling into place now? He must be the one behind the killings and stalking me. Creepy fucker.
But why in the hell are Bandito, Lee, and Silas working with this idiot? Do they all have a death wish? No one turns on their own brothers; it’s like signing your own death warrant.
“Move and let me prepare this pretty ass,” Gael says as I hear him step closer to the bed.
Close enough for me to do something. I’ve stopped fighting when I knew I had no shot of getting myself free. I mean...the way they beat my face, and almost every inch of my body, enough to miscarry and have the left side of my face swell, add the major headache, and not to mention my hands are bound...yeah, the only thing I can do is keep breathing and wait until I can get my revenge.
Because retaliation will be sweeter than...wait, I can’t think of anything that would be sweeter. I’m in such a bad place, I better think about the best moments of my life. You know...the shit that flashes before your eyes right before you die? Not that I’m planning on dying. Hell, no. I won’t give up that easy. I just need something...a distraction from this hell I’m living in right now. Something to hold on to and that can pull me through.
But I won’t draw myself inwards yet. Not before I try to lash out one more time. I put enough force into the kick to make Gael grunt but not enough to take him out. Dammit, I was going for his junk but only managed to kick his inner thigh.
“Watch and learn, Silas,” Gael says as he binds my ankles and pulls the electrical cord toward my knees.
He wraps it so tight around my knees, I just know he’s cutting off circulation. Pain is flaring up and running through my body from all directions. I need to focus, I need to keep it together...I just need to.
“See? This way you keep their cunt nice and tight without the risk of the bitch kicking out.” With a crushing grip he easily positions me with my knees underneath me as he wraps the cord around my back, and then around my throat to make sure I can’t move or I’ll cut off my own oxygen.
Fear fills my veins. Helpless. I’ve never been driven to a point where I know there’s no way out for me. I know I won’t come out breathing with a beating heart, and if for some magical reason I do...it won’t be with a sane and serene mind.
Burning pain bursts through me. “Like my fingers up your ass, Princess?” Gael rumbles. “Or would you rather I whip out my cock and pump this tight little hole? You’ll have it soon enough.”
His dark chuckle makes me gag as I try to keep my breathing steady. I have to keep focus, I can’t freak out. Not now. If I do, I will panic and turn into a teary mess. I won’t ever give him the satisfaction. Never show weakness. Never. I’ve branded it into my soul at an early age.
You can say a lot about being raised into the hard life of an MC, even for a girl. But there’s one thing you learn and you learn real freaking fast. Never, ever, show the enemy they’ve gotten to you. You show them strength and smile up until your last breath leaves your body. And you fucking fight for it.
“Tough one, ain’t ya? I knew you’d be a prize to break. I fuckin’ knew. All those women I killed before I could have you weren’t even close to being a substitute for you, Princess. Fuck, no. I’ve been watching you for months. You’re unbreakable while they were glass shattering with a single fucking touch. And you feel so good around my fingers.”
I have to clench my teeth and I close my eyes in an effort to drown out everything around me. Casey’s face flashes before me, his smirk, scruffy jaw and wild spiky hair on top with the sides cut short. Oh, and let’s not forget his eyes; breathtaking.
There’s a reason my mind drifts to this man. He’s the one guy who has managed to light up my body in all the right and wrong ways. We bump heads as hard as we fuck. The kind of connection where the air starts to crackle around you and it’s either going to explode or light up beautifully.
Shit. I’ve only had sex once—Casey being my first in every way—and managed to get knocked up from it too. It happened the third time we met and seriously it all took place within a few minutes of being in each other’s presence. No small talk, no sweet words, only body language. And when the sex was over, we were back to bumping heads.
But being in Casey’s arms—even those mere minutes—were the best dang minutes of my life. So, yes, I damn well am going to put it on a loop. Anything to let my mind escape and not to be here—tied up in this filthy bed—with Gael’s fingers up my virgin ass.
Gael leans forward and grabs my hair with his other hand to turn my head and let his mouth near my ear. His tongue licks along my earlobe. “I wanted you to myself, Princess. But I have to settle with these assholes being here when you take my cock down your throat. And don’t fucking think o
f biting me, bitch.”
He hooks his fingers deep inside my ass and yanks them up, making it unable to keep the whimper inside. Fuck, that hurts.
“Because I will knock your teeth out and jam a knife underneath your chin.” Gael releases a dark laughter and adds, “Exactly the same way I killed your daddy. A Prez no more, a Princess no more...quite fitting, don’t you think?”
No...no...he’s lying. I’m sure he is. My father can’t be dead.
“Incoming!” Silas bellows and Gael’s fingers are being ripped from my ass as he flashes up.
“Fuck. How could they have found us so damn fast? I’ll go around and take a look,” Gael snaps. “You guys take her and then bring her to the other location we discussed earlier.”
“My brother will kill all of you!” I growl and I’m dang happy it comes out fierce and with determination because it’s absolutely not how I feel.
“It’s not your brother, Princess. Just an idiot who’s at the wrong place at the wrong time. But a fucking interference we don’t need. I’m going to make him and his car disappear before we travel to another safe location where I will have the chance to have my fingers up your ass and my cock shoved deep into your throat.” Gael’s laughter follows him as his footsteps fade, barking out one more time, “Take her, boys.”
“Should we take turns fucking her ass? It’s what he meant with take her, right?” Bandito asks Silas, clearly not one of the brightest, but I already knew this little fact or they wouldn’t have taken me in the first place.
In the distance I hear the rumbling of bikes. My brother or my father, they must have used the tracking chip to pinpoint my location. Gael was lying, he must have been, because the most logical reason for them to know I was kidnapped is Casey told them. And for real, the rumbling of bikes is music to my ears but dammit...they should be smarter than that. Talk about ruining the element of surprise.
“Fuck,” Silan curses. “I’m out of here; they can’t see we’re a part of this shit, come on. Kill the bitch and let’s split.”
“We should take her with, man, and go to the other location like Gael said.” I hear Bandito say. “Leverage and a warm hole to fuck in the meantime.”
“The both of you will do nothing other than die,” a harsh voice bellows and right after two gunshots ring out.
I close my eyes and brace myself. The voice I heard wasn’t my brother’s nor my father’s. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Brace for what’s to come.
“Hey, Curls...it’s me, baby,” Casey’s voice slides through my brain and a sob rips from my throat.
Dammit, I’m supposed to keep my strength and now my mind is playing tricks on me. I wanted him, needed his memory to distract me from the hell I’m in. “You’re not real,” I whisper to myself.
“I’m right here and I’m as real as it gets, Curls. And you’re about to become really pissed at me when I tell you how real.” His chuckle is a warm caress right next to my ear, making my eyes flash open to see his smirk. And why the hell is he calling me Curls?
Oh, that smirk. It’s what helped me push through this, and dammit, “Cut me the fuck loose instead of smirking at me, Fed.”
Holy shit. Why does it have to be him finding me in this position? Naked. Bound.
“They fucking raped you?” His roar makes me cringe. “Fuck, sorry. Careful, sweetheart...I’m going to cut you lose with a knife, stay still.”
“What freaking choice do I have?” I mutter to myself. “It’s not like I can move with the way that idiot tied me up. Please tell me you killed him.” Finally, I’m free and the way the blood rushes back to my legs makes me rub all over my sore limbs.
Casey removes his bulletproof vest and grabs the hem of his black T-shirt, pulling it over my head and surrounding me with his scent.
“A little late to the party, aren’t you, asshole?” Casey growls and I look over my shoulder to see my brother Thorn, Ryke, and a few bikers of AF MC standing there.
I’m thankful Casey cut me loose and covered me with his shirt and he also threw the bulletproof vest on me as if bullets can fly through the room any damn second. And who knows, maybe it could happen. But mostly I’m thankful because I can’t imagine those guys finding me the way I was bound and exposed. Reminding myself of this fact makes me aware I have to be strong.
“I really hope you killed that fucker,” I repeat, glancing around and eyeing every pair of eyes set on me.
Thorn points at the two dead guys. “There were more than these two?”
“Well, duh.” I roll my eyes. “Otherwise I’d be rather stupid asking that damn question.”
“Name,” my brother snaps.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Casey snaps back, making my eyes widen. Did he really snap at my brother? A VP with other bikers standing around him?
Suddenly Gael’s words hit me again. “Is dad okay?”
Pain, grief, pity. So many emotions are washing over my brother’s face. I take a step back while fear takes root inside my veins.
“No,” I gasp.
“For fuck’s sake, blood is dripping down her damn legs, I’m taking her out of here, this shit can wait,” Casey says and I’m not even able to process how fast he scoops me into his arms and strides out the door.
In the back of my head I’m aware my brother isn’t stopping him but it’s all a blur when Casey puts me inside a car and buckles me in. Even the ride to the AF MC clubhouse doesn’t make me wonder why the hell he takes me there instead of the MC I belong to. I should care, should worry, but I’m simply too numb. I can’t process anymore. My brain is on overload with everything that happened and even more about the fact my father isn’t alive anymore.
“What happened, is she okay? Are you okay, Wendy? Please, say something.” Hedwig’s voice is pleading and filled with concern.
“She needs a shower and some rest. Do I have a room here, Tenley?” Casey asks and I hear a woman’s voice give him directions.
“Later, Hedwig,” Casey sighs. “She’s first priority right now. I’ll come get you when she’s caught her breath.”
Casey carries me into a room and I hear the door close before he places me on my feet. I don’t want to look at him. I don’t want to open my eyes or do or say anything...I just...don’t.
Chapter Three
***Casey***
I can’t get the image of finding her out of my head. Knees bound tight against her upper body and strapped to the damn bed like a dog. Fucking blood running down her legs. I feel like my whole world is about to cave in and yet I’ve seen so much worse in my line of work. But this? My damn woman...finding her like that? My heart was wrenched out of my chest and ripped to shreds in front of my eyes.
Seeing her standing here alive, and yet the life ripped out of her because of what she went through...and let’s not forget her becoming aware they’ve killed her father on top of all of it?
“Fuck!” I roar and march into the bathroom.
I want to punch the fucking walls and smash everything within my sight but nothing will help me shake this feeling. This moment in time will slip by and will be a fragment of everyone’s memory and yet it’s burned into her goddamned soul forever, and I can’t seem to grasp my bearings. I want...no, I fucking need to be strong for her but I’m losing my fucking shit here.
I take a few deep breaths and turn my head to see Curls still standing in the same position I’ve left her in. Blood still trailing down her fucking legs. I step over to the bathtub and start to run her a bath. I open the cabinet in search of some painkillers, and luckily find them, and flip on the faucet to fill a cup with water.
Stalking back to her, I hold out the pills for her to take and she throws them into her mouth without question and takes a few sips of water after them. I take the cup from her hand and place it on the bedside table. Closing the distance between us, she lets me take off the bulletproof vest I put on her earlier.
“I’m running you a bath, but I have to ask, Curls...do you want me to take you t
o the hospital? Are we going to need a rape kit? Do you want me to call the club doc to check you over...your face, those bruises?” My damn voice breaks and I’m glad I got all the words out, even if it was on a fucking whisper.
“Their dicks didn’t come near me,” she whispers. “I only got the hell beaten out of me...no doctors.”
Thank fuck their dicks didn’t come near her. “But, the blood...how...what?” I croak, unable to ask if they assaulted her in any other way.
Her head whips up, pain evident in her eyes but she blinks it away. “My period. Shocking, I know. It’s the reason they didn’t want to touch my pussy. Lucky me, right? Besides, if you killed Gael Murray along with those other two you shot before you cut me loose...then you’ve got it all covered. Well, maybe add the other one I saw you shoot when they pulled me into the van.”
There’s something more she’s not telling, I can see it in her eyes. But it could also easily be the whole situation she was in just now. I leave it be for the moment because there are more crucial things at hand.
“The one I shot before you got pulled into the van is dead,” I mutter as I let her words flow through my head, coming to the fucked-up realization that we missed one. “Who the fuck is Gael Murray? Was he in the room when I got to you? I didn’t see anyone when I entered the warehouse. Just the two I shot who were there with you.”
Her eyes go wide, panic filling her gaze. “Oh, no,” she fucking gasps.
I dig my hand into my pocket and pull out my phone. “What’s your brother’s number?” She rattles it off and I wait for him to pick up. “You need to double check for one we missed,” I bark into my phone.
“Name,” Thorn snaps back. “And why the hell did you take my sister? Get her here with me where she belongs.”
Now this little fact makes my blood boil even more. “No. Fucking. Way. Bring her to an MC who killed their own damn Prez? Who fucking kidnapped their own Princess? I called to make sure we killed a fucker named Gael Murray ‘cause your sister says he was there too. Now deal with it because my priority is my woman.” I don’t give him a chance to reply but end the call and throw my phone on the bed.
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