Reclaimed: A Devil's Riot MC Boxset

by E. C. Land

  Looking around the clubhouse, I spot a club whore named Sofia heading my way. I swear, club whores are all the same. They want to be an ol’ lady but it ain’t going to happen, especially with me. Sofia has had a hard-on for me since she first got here. She’s like a bitch in heat, constantly trying to get my dick out of my pants.

  “Hey baby, you want some company? Maybe someone to suck your dick?” The cunt rubs her hands across my chest, sliding them down my arms trying to reach for my dick.

  “Nah, go find someone else to take care of. I’m good, don’t need your ass over here.” Hell, I should take her up on her offer but bitches like her always scheme, trying to trap a brother into being with them. Not gonna happen.

  “You sure I can’t help you take care of that dick of yours?” This bitch doesn’t seem to listen as she tries to push up on me like I want her here.

  I stand— ready to get the fuck out of here, and away from this nasty cunt, when Cleo comes running into the clubhouse looking around with panic in her eyes.

  What the hell is going on with her?

  “Look, I’m not in the mood. I already told ya once, go find another brother. So, how about you do that and get off my dick.” Damn the whining noises she makes while she’s walking away are annoying as fuck.

  I follow Cleo with my eyes as she finds Kenny sitting over at a table with her ol’ man, Horse, while talking to Prez— who’s also Kenny’s brother— and Rage. Curious as to what’s going on, I head over there, making it to the table at the same time.

  “Kenny, you gotta hear this. Lynsdey called me while I was at the bar working. I didn’t get a chance to answer, so she left me a voicemail. Oh god, it’s horrible, you gotta listen.” Cleo sobs while pulling up the voicemail. When her words register, my blood freezes in my veins, turning to ice.

  Lynsdey’s voice should’ve soothed me, however, the fear in her tone followed by a man’s voice full of venom and her screaming out in pain enrages me. Fucking hell happened to my woman? My woman? Fuck, I might as well admit it— she’s mine, and I’ll be damned if I don’t find out what’s going on.

  Suddenly, the man on the phone tells her she shouldn’t have fucked around with trash, and that he’d make sure she was punished for it. The fucked-up part is when he starts talking about some lord and him being the vessel.

  “Lynsdey’s pregnant,” Cleo whispers as the voicemail finishes.

  Wait a fuckin’ minute. Did I just hear her right?

  “Lynsdey’s pregnant?” I repeat to Cleo. I look around the table for answers. Did anyone else know? Fuck, did she run from me because she thought I wouldn’t want to be a part of my kids’ life? No, she can’t be pregnant, she would’ve fucking told me.

  Mother fuckin’ hell!

  “I didn’t know she was pregnant, I swear. Thorn, if I did, I would’ve told you. Cleo did you know?” With tears in her eyes, Kenny is the first to answer me. After her own kidnapping, Kenny may not show people the effects it’s had on her but Horse tells us. He has a hard time dealing with it somedays.

  “I only found out this morning. I knew something was up with her but couldn’t get her to tell me, I guess she was afraid to say anything. I do know that you fucking hurt her, so you only have yourself to blame for her leaving home. We were both safe before you came into her life. Why couldn’t you just leave her alone?” Cleo slaps her hand over her mouth like she wasn’t supposed to say that last part.

  “What did you just say?” Fury overtakes me at being blamed for something I know fuck about. And what the fuck does she mean about being safe before I came into Lynsdey’s life?

  “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. Please, just forget what I said.” Too late— its circling in my head, and I want answers.

  “Too late, Cleo, you need to tell us what you know. Now!” Twister says making sure she knows how serious this is.

  “Please. I can’t. I… I tell you, and he’ll get me too. He’ll know if I talk about him. He always knows.” Cleo falls to the floor sobbing as her legs give out. Rage moves to her to calm her down.

  “Cleo, you need to tell us, and you need to do it now. Something’s happened to Lynsdey, and you have answers we need,” I say trying to keep a hold of the fury that’s threatening to escape its leash. She doesn’t need that.

  “The only thing I can tell you is the voice on the phone is someone from her past. Our past. I haven’t heard it in a long time. God knows, I never wanted to hear it again.”

  “Who is the man on the phone?” Rage asks while running his fingers through her hair. He has been slowly trying to get this woman to be his.

  “Lynsdey’s stepbrother, Jake.” Cleo’s face pales when she whispers the name.

  “Gadget!” Twister yells across the clubhouse getting all the brother’s attention.

  “Yeah, Prez, what the fuck?” Gadget asks as he comes over.

  “Need you to look into Lynsdey’s stepbrother. His name is Jake; we don’t know a last name but shouldn’t be too hard for you to do. Need you on this now, we need information quick,” Twister says before looking at the rest of the brothers. “Church, now! Gadget will join us after he has what we need.”

  “We’ll get her brother, don’t worry. We’ll get her back.” Rage pats my back as he sits in his chair next to me. I nod as I wait for everyone to take their seats. The room is specially designed to not only fit everyone at one time when needed, but no one has to stand if they don’t have a spot at the table. Being the Sergeant-at-Arms for the Devils Riot MC has always been an honor to have my Prez’s and brothers’ backs.

  “Alright brothers, we just got word that something has happened to Lynsdey. I’m sure you all remember who she is. She used to work at Outlaw Racks when we first moved down here. But she moved about two months ago. Before she moved though she had been seeing our brother Thorn up until that time. Just a few minutes ago, Cleo came in here with a voicemail from Lynsdey’s number. In the message, you can hear an altercation between her and some fucker. From what Cleo says, this fucker’s is Lynsdey’s stepbrother.”

  “She’s probably right. Lynsdey’s stepbrother just got out of prison a week ago, and guess who helped put him away? You’d be right if you guessed Lynsdey and Cleo,” Gadget says as he walks in with his trusty tablet that he remotely works on when we need him to bring it to the table for us to see. The fucker actually has it set up to where when the tablet is brought into the room, it automatically loads to the monitor he installed. The man is a fuckin’ genius.

  Lynsdey never said anything about a stepbrother. Honestly, she refused to talk about her family all-together. I don’t blame her. I didn’t talk about mine either.

  “How did she do that?” Hades asks from where he’s sitting across the table, next to our VP, Horse.

  “The douchebag went away for kidnapping, assault, rape, and a few other minor charges. But, check this shit out,” he says as he pulls up a file on the monitor. Fuck me if the women in the pictures don’t look just like Lynsdey. As I look at the faces of the women he attacked, one face stands out among the others. The only one that doesn’t look similar. She’s the key to finding out where we need to go. Cleo.

  “We need Cleo in here now,” I say as I slam my fist down.

  “Fuck!” Rage roars out from next to me. I know Cleo is pretty much his woman even if she doesn’t want to admit it, the man is nuts about her. However, this might be more than the brother can handle. He’s not stable when it comes to a woman being raped. Something about his sister when they were growing up. He won’t tell us everything that happened but one night, when we were drinking, he told me his sister was raped when they were teenagers. That’s pretty much all I know.

  “Dragon, can you go grab Cleo, and might want to bring Kenny in here to help support her on this.” Horse looks towards Prez for his approval of the request. When Prez nods towards the door, Dragon gets up to open it. After stepping out, he returns a moment later with both women following.

  “Cleo, we nee
d to know what you know about all of this. Why does Lynsdey’s stepbrother have her? What happened back then, and where would he have her now?” There’s no room for Cleo to refuse Prez’s request. The room is hyped up on fury of expectation.

  “I’ll tell you what I can, however, it’s not my story to tell. I can tell you what he’s done to others but I’m not going to tell you everything he’s done to Lynsdey or myself… so please, don’t ask me too. I’m sorry, but that’s not for you to know— none of you,” she says looking directly at Rage on the last words.

  Cleo closes her eyes. “Jake’s dad met Lynsdey’s mom and married her within two months of them dating. Her mom couldn’t stand the thought of being alone after her dad died. Jake has always been a sadistic psycho. When we were growing up, he’d torture Lynsdey by chasing her through the woods. It was like a game to him. Constantly making her run in different directions each time. A lot of times, she’d get lost or fall into one of the traps he placed out there.

  “Whenever I’d ask if I could hang out with her at her place, she’d get upset and tell me it wasn’t a good idea. She never wanted me to come over, didn’t want me to find out what was going on. So, one day I went over to surprise her with a shopping trip. Getting out of my car, I could hear the petrified screams coming from the woods. Instantly, I took off looking for her, thinking she was hurt only to be caught by Jake. I won’t tell you what happened after that, he continued his torture of her until he was finally caught raping the last girl. After being arrested, the police came to Lynsdey and me asking us questions about him and if he ever did anything to us. Before his trial, the stupid judge granted him bail and of course, Jake’s dad got him out. Well, that night he beat the shit out of Lynsdey. She ended up in the hospital. After that, she agreed to testify against him hoping he’d go away for life, but they only sentenced him to ten years.”

  And this sick fucker has my woman doing god knows what to her. “Cleo, where would he take her?”

  “Honestly? Most likely home. He’d want her right where he started it all. After each time he’d catch her in the woods, he’d hold her to him while petting her hair as he called Lynsdey his angel. With Lynsdey pregnant, I’m not sure what he will do to her. If you don’t get her out of there soon, he’ll most likely cause her to lose her baby.”

  “Okay, thank you, Cleo. Now, if you and Kenny would step back out into the main room, we’ll be out in a minute.” Prez dismisses them to leave.

  “Fucking hell, we need to get out of here and go get her before he has a chance to do anything,” I roar in frustration.

  “Already working on it, brother, give me a minute to pull up the aerial map surrounding the house her parents own. According to his probation report, it confirms that he’s staying there.” Gadget continues to type at the screen, working his magic. “Here we go; there’s about fifteen acres of woods surrounding the house but according to this, there’s nothing but the house on the land.”

  “Alright, let’s ride straight for the house. We can storm it; get her out before he has a chance to do anything. Lets fucking move, now.” At Prez’s orders, all the brothers rush from the room heading for their bikes.

  This sick fucker is gonna pay for the pain he’s causing Lynsdey. She doesn’t deserve any of this shit. I swear to fuckin’ god, I’m going to make the asswipe bleed for all he’s done to her.

  When I get her back, I’ll make it clear that she’s mine, and I’m not letting her fucking go. Even if she weren’t fucking having my kid, I wouldn’t let her go.

  She’s mine!

  And I’ll be damned if she hurts for another fucking minute.

  2

  Lynsdey

  I keep getting the feeling that something is off, but every time I look around, there’s nothing out of the ordinary. However, today it’s stronger. With the way I grew up, I learned quickly to listen when my gut tells me to go the other way.

  And right now, it’s telling me something isn’t right. Instead of getting out of my car, I should back out of my driveway and go back to Franklin, or at least, call Cleo before going in.

  It’s been two months since I moved out of the house we shared. I know it hurt her, but I needed the change. Holland isn’t far, and we talk on the phone all the time. This town is small and peaceful like home. I’m a country girl and always will be. City life freaks me out. If I had to live anywhere remotely close to the city, I’d go nuts. In the country, it’s the scent of clean air, even if sometimes it’s spotted with the aroma from the peanut plant miles away or a pig farm. I miss my old house, the one Cleo and I used to share. Things have been completely different since I moved.

  As I get out of the car, I can’t help but think of all that’s changed. Between work, school, and being pregnant, I’m exhausted. I’m ready to kick my feet up and binge watch ‘Vikings’. Thank god for my DVR. I need to study for my test coming up, but watching Travis Fimmel and Alexander Ludwig sounds way better.

  Some people have started asking questions. Like Izzy. I haven’t told anyone from back home. I don’t want it to get back to Thorn. I plan to tell him, just not yet. Earlier today, I finally caved and told Cleo. I didn’t tell her who the father is, though, I’m sure she can put two-and-two together. Thankfully, she didn’t ask me any other questions. Only thing she said was to let her know if I needed help, and that she’d keep the baby to herself.

  It hurts to have to talk about Thorn. If he were to find out about the baby, he’d go ape shit.

  Thorn made his thoughts clear about me the day I overheard his buddies talking about how I was too clingy for him. He can think it all he wants. I don’t have to be around him.

  Hell, I don’t need a man in my life.

  Men are all the fucking same. They leave you every time. No matter if it’s voluntary or not, they’re all the same. So, I made the decision, after finding out I was pregnant, to leave before he could hurt me anymore.

  Between work, school, and this baby, I’ll have enough on my plate. I don’t need anything else to deal with. I’m four months pregnant, and just starting to show with the slightest little bump. There's only two more months left in the program I’m taking, so I can become a medical technician like I want. Then, once the baby is here, I can find a new job with better benefits.

  Once I’m in the house, I put my things down on the table next to the door and look around. The feeling is still here. I shake my head as I walk toward the kitchen, only to stop when I notice the back door is unlocked. I know I locked all the doors before leaving this morning. Nervous, I reach into my back pocket and grab my phone, dialing Cleo’s number in hopes she’s able to pick up. Damn it, I should’ve listened to my gut.

  Oh well, I’m in here now.

  The call goes to voicemail as I start down the hall. Right as I open my mouth to leave a message, I spot a dark figure standing in the entrance to my bedroom. I slip the phone into my pocket without ending the call as I slowly back up.

  Oh, shit, I have to get the hell out of here, now.

  The closer I get to the living room, the closer the figure gets to me. I need to get just a little bit closer to the door, then I can turn to make a run for it. As if reading my mind, the figure quickly moves, slamming me against the door. I scream out from the pain that consumes my head.

  “Ahh, you smell even better than I remember, my angel. Do you know how much trouble you’re in for making me have to look for you?”

  Oh, shit, I know that voice. I’ll never be able to forget it. It’s attached to the one person that gives me nightmares. Jake—my stepbrother. He was supposed to serve ten years in prison for raping two teenagers. They should’ve sentenced him to life. Better yet, given him the death penalty. The asshole made my life hell growing up.

  “W... wh... what are you doing here, Jake? How did you find me? Mom didn’t even know I moved.” God, I hope he doesn’t realize I’m pregnant. He’ll kill my baby without a second thought.

  “Doesn’t fucking matter how I found you. You’ll be
punished for letting that trash touch you. You should’ve never let anyone touch what belongs to my Lord. Now, I’m home, and you’re to be his. It’s time to come home whether you like it or not. You’re mine as I’m the vessel to my Lord. You’re his, which means you’re mine. You would’ve been mine when my Lord first spoke to me about you, however, Dad told me I should wait. That when you came of age, we could unite you and my Lord through me, the vessel. But those little bitches had to go and run their mouths, and put me away for letting them satisfy my Lord until he could have you.”

  What in the fucking hell is he talking about? He’s even more crazy than when I last saw him. The madness he’s speaking is more than I can take right now with the pain in my head.

  “Please Jake, just leave. I’m not yours for god sakes, I never even wanted to be your stepsister. I swear, I won’t call the cops if you just leave.” God, is that blood tickling my forehead?

  “Angel, when I leave here, you’ll be coming with me. So, get up; we got places to be.”

  If he thinks I’m going without a fight, he has another thing coming. I lift my leg with enough force to nail him in the balls. I hope I’ll be able make the short distance to my car.

  “You stupid bitch. I swear to fucking god. You’re gonna have to be punished for this as well.” He catches me as I make it to my car, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me clear off the ground before turning me to I face him. When I do, he backhands me with enough force to send me to the ground.

  My elderly neighbor yelling is the last thing that reaches my ears before everything goes black.

  Ugh, why me?

  Running through the wilderness, I’m not taking a chance to look behind me. I know he’s here —I can feel him. We grew up in these woods, with him doing the same damn thing. It’s as if he gets off on the rush of the chase. I didn’t understand it back then, and still don’t. Right now, he’s out for blood—my blood.