Reclaimed: A Devil's Riot MC Boxset

by E. C. Land

  “Get them both to the shed. I want everybody here in there,” I state as I follow the two idiots that were supposed to be my woman’s parents. I’d planned to deal with them for the shit they’ve put Izzy through over the years but for this, they will die a slow death at my hands. I’m not one to condone violence to women, however, Izzy’s mom stopped being a fuckin’ woman the minute she threatened my ol’ lady.

  “Thorn, chain the cunt in the middle of the room, I’ll deal with her first.” I narrow my eyes on the woman as she continues to scream. “Shut the fuck up with the screaming, bitch.” How the hell is Izzy even related to this woman. I see no resemblance between them. Izzy wouldn’t be screaming like this bitch; my woman would be a smart ass and give as good as she gets. Fuck, I hope she’s okay right now and nothing has happened to her yet.

  “Now, if you can keep your mouths shut other than to answer our questions, I may let you live, if not, I’ll make your lives hell until you die of heart failure,” I say pulling a knife off the tool table. Walking over to the woman, I cut the cloth from her mouth.

  “What do you want? We don’t have a lot of money, please let us go. We won’t say anything about you taking us,” Izzy’s mom sobs out.

  “What I want is to know where my ol’ lady is?”

  “I don’t even know who your ol’ lady is. I—”

  “Oh, you know who my woman is since she’s your own fuckin’ daughter that you planned to auction off with the Dragons Fire MC. What did they offer you anyway?” I interrupt her.

  “Izzy? I haven’t seen her in years. My daughter doesn’t want anything to do with us no matter how much we love her; she blames us for her brother dying.”

  “Bullshit, bitch, you better fuckin’ start talking,” Coyote speaks up, stepping away from the room, he moves so both Izzy’s parents can see him. I watch the bitch’s eyes widen with fear at the sight of my brother. The dad starts grunting through the cloth still stuffed in his mouth.

  “Dragon, remove his gag, looks like he may have something to say.” I nod toward the man kneeling behind his wife.

  “Please, we don’t know where Izzy is. I swear on my son's grave, we don’t. I don’t know what you’re talking about with an auction or who this Dragons Fire MC is you mentioned, but the last time I spoke with my daughter was several months ago.” The dad is speaking the truth from the look in his eyes.

  “Well you may not know but your wife does then. She’s been in contact with them as well as running the site that Izzy was supposed to be sold on. Now, since you aren’t any help right now, I’ll get back to you.” I turn my attention back to the cunt. “Last chance to talk before I start to have fun.”

  “I have nothing to say. You seem to think you know everything,” the bitch smirks.

  “We’ll see about that, bitch,” I say, taking the knife in my hand, I slide the sharp edge along her cheek slicing through the skin as it goes. If Izzy’s life weren’t at stake, I’d burn her alive now. I watch the blood seep down her skin. “You ready to tell me where Izzy is or do you need more persuasion?”

  “Go to hell, I have nothing to say about my bitch of a daughter.”

  As I go to slice her chest, the door to the shed is thrown open. “Prez, I think I may have found her,” Gadget yells from the entrance of the door.

  “Where?”

  “Going through all the street cams in the surrounding areas, I caught a glimpse of her being carried by a man into a building.”

  “You sure it was her?”

  “Yeah Prez, take a look at this.” Gadget hands me his tablet with a picture of the side of Izzy’s face. From the angle of the image, you can’t see who the man is.

  “Where are they?”

  “Twenty minutes away, Prez. I got the address of the building they went into.”

  “Let’s go, I’ll finish with these two pieces of shits later.” Right now, the only thing I want is to find Izzy, bring her home, and spank her ass red for going outside without letting anyone know. I don’t blame her for the shit that’s happening but she fuckin’ knew better.

  I only hope she’s still there.

  27

  Izzy

  “Izzy, sweetheart, we will be leaving in an hour to catch our flight to Vegas. We will be married within the next day, so I suggest you be on your best behavior. That means no more mouthing off. Unless you want me to set you straight again. With Trent out of the way, I won’t be held back from showing you what I will and will not tolerate,” Terrance says as he walks into the basement.

  After the shitstorm in the bathroom, watching as one brother killed another— I did what I was supposed to do and showered as Terrance watched me. Thankfully, he didn’t do anything but watch me.

  Now as I watch him, I see him for what he really is, a monster. Terrance did an excellent job hiding his true nature from the world. I hope the club will find me in time, but it’s been over a day now. My chances are running out as time ticks by.

  Terrance grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye when he comes into reaching distance. “I have some clothes ready for you to put on. You need to look like the respectable woman I intend for you to be.”

  “And if I don’t?”

  “Then you will be uncomfortable during the flight to Vegas.”

  “I’m not marrying you; I’ll die first, asshole,” I state, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “Oh, but you will see. I’ve seen the site that you’re to be auctioned on, and I intend to have you as mine. You will be my slave in the bed and out.” His grip tightens on my jaw.

  “You’re insane. I will kill myself and take you with me if I have to.” I wince as he releases my jaw long enough for him to throw me to the floor. I feel my wrist snap at the impact. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from screaming out. I won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he caused me pain.

  “You will do as your fuckin’ told, bitch. Now, get dressed, we need to leave.”

  “No,” I say looking up at him, contempt in my eyes.

  I know I should stop back talking for self-preservation, yet my mouth doesn’t get the message. I’m finally starting to live my life for me again and I won’t become subject to this fucker or anyone else. I simply need to stall long enough to come up with a plan.

  “Oh, sweet Izzy, you don’t get to say ‘no’ to me.” Terrance bends down, grasping my hair and yanking me off the floor, I barely get my footing before the asshole slams his mouth against mine. With his other hand, he drags my lower half close enough for him to grind his dick against my front.

  “Sweetheart, feel what you do to me. No one gets my dick up like you,” he says releasing me. “Now, get dressed or I’ll fuck you here and now.”

  “You won’t be fucking me with the tiny pecker behind those pants. Is it because your dick is the size of candy corn, you’re doing this to me? Oh, wait, let me guess, you took a Viagra to get it to come out of hiding.” My mouth can’t seem to keep from getting me into trouble. Terrance advances on me quicker than I can get away from him. His fists rain down on my face— I’ll take the pain over him raping me.

  I don’t know how long he continues to hit me before he’s thrown away from me. My eyes have already swollen shut from the beating. I can’t see anything around me as grunts and groans fill the room.

  “Prez, let the brothers handle the fucker, you’re ol’ lady looks to be in bad shape.” I want to say the voice belongs to Hades.

  “Fucker is gonna die by my hands. Make sure you tie his ass up with the other two pieces of shit in the shed,” Jerod orders whoever he is talking to. I tense as hands run down my body. I don’t want anyone touching me except for Jerod. “Baby, it’s me. I’m gonna lift you up so we can put a shirt on you. I need to get you to the hospital.” I hold back a scream when a shirt is pulled over my head. I don’t have to see my face to know it looks horrendous.

  “I don’t need the hospital. Take me home. I just want to sleep,” I groan at the movement. I just want to go
to the clubhouse.

  “You’re goin’ to the fuckin’ hospital. Don’t try to argue with me woman.” The feeling of being lifted into the air draws a gasp from my mouth. Unable to see fuckin’ sucks. “Come on, babe, let’s get you the hell out of here.”

  “Fine, but when we get home, I plan to take a very long shower, in fact, I may move there.” I sigh, leaning into his chest. Inhaling, I know I’m safe now. This man wouldn’t let anything happen to me. It’s my own damn fault I’m in the shape I’m in now.

  It’s a mistake I’ll never make again that’s for sure.

  28

  Twister

  Rolling up to the address Gadget gave me, I know she’s here— I can feel it in my gut. Signaling to the brothers, we surround the building; Half the men take the back with me and the rest take the front. Lifting my foot, I kick the front door in with enough force the thing comes off the hinges.

  Pulling my gun out, I take in the sounds of the place. It’s too quiet for them to be here. Fuck, I hope it’s not too late.

  “Spread out, check every room,” I order the brothers.

  Going room to room, it looks like no one lives here. Fuck, she’s gotta be here.

  “Prez, this place is completely empty,” Hades says moving into the room I’ve just finished searching.

  “This is the address he gave me. Where the fuck is she? I can’t let anything else happen to her.” Without Izzy, I won’t be able to survive. Not after everything we’ve been through. She’s my fuckin’ world, I’ll lose it if I don’t find her soon. “Have we checked every room here?”

  “Yeah Prez, there’s no one here but us,” Thorn says.

  “What about the surrounding area? Maybe this one is a decoy. You know, this place is set up more or less like a model for showing, not to live in. I bet you the fucker carried her through the front door, out the back and is in one of the other buildings.” Dragon’s voice fills the room. He’s a quiet person, never talking unless he really has to. During his time in the military, he damaged his vocal cords. It makes talking painful for him.

  Thinking about his words, I agree. They may be in the area. “Spread out, see what you can find,” I yell out making my way out the back door. I’ll find my damn woman.

  Once outside, I scan the area, seeing a house right behind this one. I bet that’s the one we want. Making my way there, I do the same to this door I did to the first one. Only this time, when I walk into the place, it’s not quiet. I can hear muffled yelling. Not wasting a second, I head in the direction it comes from. Opening a door that leads to a basement, I pull my gun out from behind my back. I don’t hesitate to take the stairs two at a time to find the dickhead Terrance beating the shit out of my woman’s face.

  He’s a dead man.

  Storming across the room, I rip the fucker off my woman. Slamming my fist into his face, I send him to the floor. “You think you can take what doesn’t belong to you? You’re fuckin’ dead, motherfucker.” I continue to beat the shit out of him, stopping when Hades’ voice penetrates the fog consuming me. My woman needs me right now. Izzy is the only reason I stop myself from killing this asshole.

  Scanning her body, she’s barely clothed and wet. Almost as if she’d been in the shower. Fury consumes me at the thought. Did the dickhead do something to her? Lifting her into my arms, I let her know it's me and that I need to get her to the hospital. Which in Izzy style, started an argument that she lost. I’d love nothing more than to take her home where she belongs but from the shape her face is in, she needs medical assistant ASAP. Once she’s healed, I’m spanking her ass so red she won’t be able to sit down from this bullshit.

  I carry her out to the waiting SUV with Badger behind the wheel. I didn’t even think to bring a cage with us when I left. Only one thing ran through my head, getting to my woman. Climbing into the backseat, I tell him to head for the hospital.

  “I love you, Jerod. I knew you would come for me,” Izzy whispers sleepily into my chest.

  “Always, baby, I’ll always come for you. I told you that months ago, I mean what I said. You’re mine and I ain’t lettin’ you go,” I murmur against the top of her head, kissing her lightly.

  “Can we go home now? I told you I’m okay, I don’t need to be here. I want a damn shower and you to hold me in our bed.” I smile at Izzy as she whines about being stuck in a hospital bed for the past couple of days.

  After we got her away from that sick fuck, she passed out on the way to the hospital and was rush to the back immediately upon arrival. After what felt like a lifetime, Doctor Connors came out not to inform all of us of Izzy being taken into emergency surgery to relieve the swelling on her brain due to the blows she took to her head, as well as resetting her wrist.

  That was two days ago. I’ve stayed by Izzy’s side every minute since she got out of surgery, putting everything on hold until I knew she’d be okay long enough for me to go handle business. Izzy being her badass self, hasn’t complained once about any of the pain I’m sure she’s feeling, only the fact she’s stuck in a hospital bed. I don’t blame her for wanting out of here, I fuckin’ hate this place as much as she does.

  We haven’t had many great memories here. The first one being Kenny being in a coma after Flame tortured her, followed by Lynsdey being kidnapped by her psycho stepbrother Jake. Then there’s Cleo, who was beaten and raped as well by Jake. The only happiness we’ve had in this hospital being when J.C. was born along with Bud and Anna Leigh, Thorn’s twins.

  “Hello, are you listening to me, Jerod? I said I need the hell out of here. I want to go home. Please get me out of here,” Izzy calls out to me, regaining my attention.

  “Babe, soon as Connors gives you the all clear, I’ll get you out of here quicker than you can sign those discharge papers, but not before then, okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She huffs, trying to cross her arms unsuccessfully with her wrist in a cast and IV in the other hand.

  “If you were fine, you wouldn’t still be here. They want to make sure you don’t get an infection or something like that, baby, now chill the hell out,” I tell her, squeezing her leg. “Kenny’s coming up here for a little while to hang out with you while I hold church. You want me to bring you something back?”

  “A burger and fries would be good. The food here sucks. I’m tired of these broths. I want meat and grease.”

  “I’ll see what I can do.” Standing, I lean down giving her a gentle kiss.

  “That means no.” Fuck, when she pouts it makes my dick hard.

  “I said we’ll see. I’ll ask Connors on my way out what she says. I’ll be back soon as I can, babe. Love you.”

  “Love you too,” she calls out as I go through the door. I nod at the two prospects standing guard.

  I need to get to the clubhouse and take care of the pieces of shit in the shed. It’s time they learn you don’t fuck with the Devils Riot and those that we call family.

  29

  Izzy

  “Goddamnit, I want out of this hospital,” I mumble under my breath soon as the door closes behind Jerod. My head and wrist hurt like a mother, yet I still refuse to complain about it to anyone. It’s my own damn fault I’m in this position.

  I’m shocked Jerod hasn’t laid into me yet. He’s been by my side since I woke up in this damn bed. The tension surrounding him could be felt even though he acted as if he was fine. I wanted to ask him about it, however, I ended up chickening out, too afraid he'd call it quits with me.

  Hell, I wouldn’t blame him for it either. I disregarded his rules for my safety. How he found me is a miracle. If he decides to end it with me, my heart will not only break, it’ll shatter. Jerod did more than repair what I thought was broken— he became my whole heart. If my stupidity ruins everything I've worked so hard to overcome, I don't know if I'll ever be able to live with myself.

  He is the sole reason I want to live. It might make me sound like a dumbass which I would agree usually, however, the truth is if not for him, I wouldn’t be
here now. I wouldn’t have survived through the grief that consumed me. I will not fall back into the water. I can’t.

  A knock on the door draws me out of my thoughts.

  “Knock, knock.” I inwardly groan as the door opens to let Logan, my nurse, come in. This woman is annoying whenever she comes to check on me. I hate that she lingers in the room. At first, I thought it was due to Jerod, but she ignored him. If I had to guess, Logan is gay. “Look at you, your face is looking even better than yesterday. How are you feeling?” Her voice is way too chipper for me.

  “I’m good. I want to get the hell out of here. When will Doctor Connors be coming by?” I ask, impatient for her to leave me alone.

  “Oh, I’m sure she will be around soon.” I swear, at the mention of Connors, Logan’s eyes flashed with anger. What the hell? Why would this nurse have a problem with my doctor?

  “You don’t seem to like Doctor Connors, do you?” I ask openly.

  “I don’t hate Doctor Connors, I actually love to work with her. She is one of the best doctors here at the hospital and it’s an honor to work with her,” Logan says.

  “Then why did you look pissed at me asking about when she was coming by?”

  “Because you don’t need to worry about getting out of here right now,” Logan says moving closer to the bed, running her hand along my good arm.

  “Umm, yeah, you can stop touching me now.”

  “Oh, you don’t mean that, Izzy. I see the way you look at me. Have you ever been with a woman?”

  “No offense, but you’re not my type. Now back the hell off before I yell out for one of the prospects out in the hall.”