by Emma Creed
There are a few doors, the open ones leading into rooms that look like cells. And he leads me through the last door on the left, into a square room with just a chair placed in the middle and a table set to the side.
I watch him pull some rope from a draw in the table before he sits me on the chair.
“Sorry ‘bout this, darlin’,” he says, tying my arms behind my back.
“Name’s Skid, Hayley may have mentioned my old lady, Carly, to ya.” He talks to me like he’s making polite conversation in a grocery store queue, not tying me to a chair in some creepy basement.
“Yes,” I nod. I do remember Hayley mentioning Carly. She seemed to really like her. If this guy’s married to her, he can’t be all bad. Can he?
“I wish I could tell ya not to be scared, but right now you need to really think about what you do next,” he starts. “Hayley must have liked you, hell she wouldn’t have taken that bullet for you if she didn’t. We already know the Bastards wanted you for something, you may be thinking they’re the bad guys. But we’re the ones who got you now, and up till now as a friend of Hayley’s you’ve only ever had reason to see our good side.”
I wouldn’t exactly call the bodies I’d seen piled up at the warehouse an example of a good side, but I refrain from telling him that.
“When Jessie comes back from wherever he is, he’s gonna come down here, and he’s gonna be wanting some answers. And if you have any idea what’s good for you, you will give him them.” His tone is soft, through a coarse voice, and I try so hard to be brave. “I’ll have Carly bring you down something to eat,” he tells me before he walks out the room, closing the door behind him. I look around, there are dark stains on the concrete that I try convincing myself isn’t blood, and I can’t even let myself think about what happened to the last person who’d sat in this chair.
There’s no sense of how much time passes, not when all I see is Hayley. I wonder where she is now. They couldn’t have left her alone in that warehouse, it’s getting dark. She’d be so cold and lonely.
I jump when the door clunks open, and my heart lifts from my stomach when Jessie steps inside. It quickly sinks back to where it came from when I sense the burning rage radiating off him. He’s still topless and covered in blood, his eyes so furious I can’t bring myself to look into them.
He unties me without saying a word, throwing something soft on to my lap when he’s done. Looking down I see a black T-shirt, the logo on the front is the same as the one on the back of his cut. The Dirty Souls MC badge.
“Get out those clothes and put this on,” he gestures to the shirt with his head, turning his back to give me some privacy. The shirt is baggy, and it smells like him. If I wasn’t so petrified, I would probably take comfort in easing it over my skin.
“I’m done,” I say feebly when I’m decent, and he turns back around. His eyes roll over my body before he speaks, the T-shirt I’m wearing may as well be non-existent because it feels like he can see right through it.
“You need to tell me right the fuck now what those men wanted with you?” his voice is a warning, and scary. I’ve seen him mad before, that night when Josh Tilsey tried to kiss me, and when Hayley had taken drugs, but never has his anger been directed at me before.
I chew on my bottom lip the way I always do when I’m nervous and shake my head slowly. I wish I could tell him, but I can't do that to Mom. I have to go with the small glimmer of hope that she’s still alive and do all I can to keep her safe. I flinch when Jessie throws the table at the side of the room against the wall and feel my pulse beat wild when he marches towards me, forcing me to back away from him until my back meets with the wall.
“Arms up,” he orders, keeping his fury flared eyes locked on mine, without even thinking I do as I’m told, raising my arms above my head. He takes the rope he’s just untied me from and binds my hands to the thick solid pipe above me.
“Jessie, please…” I beg, but he ignores me. His face angry beyond any recognition, he snarls as his forehead presses tight into mine, and the focus in his eyes petrifies me.
“I’m gonna go shower the blood of the girl I loved like a sister off me. The same person who just gave up her life to save yours. When I come back down here, you better have some answers for me or you ain’t gonna like the guy you see.”
I turn my head to the side, unable to stand the hate he’s penetrating a moment longer, and my whole body stiffens when his hand lifts between us, sliding up through my chest and wrapping around my throat. He clamps just tight enough for me to start to panic. “Don’t force me to become that person with you, Maddy,” he whispers inside my ear. And then he leaves me, his words of warning ringing terror throughout my entire body.
I head back up to the club, and instead of the usual chaos I’m met by a somber silence.
Prez sits at the bar with his head in his hands, he looks broken. Squealer doesn’t have anything clever to say, guess there's a first time for everything, and Skid is busy consoling Carly in the corner.
“She talk?” Skid pulls his attention from his old lady, looking up at me hopeful, and I shake my head. That’s when Prez gets up, charging at me like a bull, his phlegm flying at my face as he growls,
“Then you get the fuck down there and rip her open until she fucking does.” And for the first time in my life the thought of causing such pain makes my bones shudder.
“I mean it, Jessie, what the fuck you still doin' stood in front of me?” he shouts into the side of my face, and I focus forward, accepting the harsh way he’s speaking to me because I know he’s hurting.
I know because I’m hurting too.
“I’m gonna go take a shower. Then I’ll go straight back down to her,” I tell him, moving my eyes sideways on to his.
“You sure you got this man? It’s been a rough day. She’s only a little one, sure I could find a way to break her,” Squealer offers, and the cocky smirk on his mouth has me barging my own Prez out the way so I can get to him.
“Back the fuck off Squeal,” I warn him with a hard slam to his chest.
“’Kay man, I’m just trying to help a brother out,” he says showing me his palms.
“I’ll get out of her what we need to know. I always fuckin’ do,” I promise everyone in the room bitterly.
“Where is she?” my voice softens when I turn back to Skid. The thought of Hayley still laid amongst all that Bastard scum makes the blood itch inside my veins.
“Too much mess spread out at the factory for Grimm to clean up, so we’ve brought her home,” Skid informs me sadly. I nod back because there’s nowhere else I’d rather her be, except for right here beside me doing my fuckin’ head in and talking about mindless shit.
I look over to Prez, he’s calmed down enough to grip at my shoulder, telling me without words that we’re good. With a nod back at him, I head out of the club and to my bike. I take the longer track up to my cabin so I don’t have to pass the lodge with the thought in my head that she would never be there waiting for me again.
I open the door to my cabin and toss my keys on the table, making straight for the shower. I discard my clothes to a heap on the floor, turn on the shower and stare into the mirror. It’s the first time I’ve seen myself, and I look like shit. My eyes are red and swollen from crying, there’s blood smudged into my skin and caked thick in my hair. I look down at my hands and wonder how I’m gonna find the strength to get underneath the stream of water and wash the final traces of her away. Crimson stains are all I have left of her now, she’s gone, and she hadn't even got to live yet.
I force myself to step inside the shower, letting myself cry when the water invades my skin, turning the water red as it pools at my feet then drains away. Taking her from me forever.
I scrub my body clean and shut my eyes tight as the water rinses through my hair. All I see is her face, peaceful and painless, the spark in her green eyes missing as she stares back at me. Still so beautiful despite being soulless, and for the first in a real long ti
me, I’m shit scared, without her here I suddenly feel like the boy that first met her again.
I’m lost.
Maddy is exactly as I left her, arms suspended above her head, tied together around the low hanging water pipe, it’s hot and humid in the basement and sweat has started to seep through the T-shirt she’s wearing—my T-shirt. Hell knows why the fuck I’d put her in it.
Her risen arms stretch out her whole body and I pull that T-shirt up over her toned thighs, just high enough to give me a glimpse of her panties. My cock aches to be closer, to feel their black lace scrape against its tip and I have to quickly remind myself what I’m here for.
She’d looked almost hopeful when she first saw me, and it made my heart want to give up beating.
This is exactly the reason I wanted to keep Maddy distant. Why our paths should never have crossed. I’d known that if they did, that someday I’d have to make the choice I was making now. The choice between her and my club.
The club and my brothers are the only life I’ve ever known, Prez just made me his VP for fuck’s sake. Loyalty to my club was never gonna be the loser here. But then, never in the worst of my fucked up thoughts did I ever expect it to come to this. Sweet, Maddy Summers, my very own guilty pleasure, the latest victim of my interrogation. The thought makes my guts wring themselves out, and my cock rock solid all at the same time.
My fingertips don’t feel the usual sting of excitement they do when I have a victim in front of me, and I dread looking up in case I get a sick thrill out of the fear in her pretty blue eyes. Eventually, I manage to swallow back the fear. I grab the chair from the middle of the room and drag the legs across the concrete floor, leaving an irritating scrape in their trail, then settle it just inches away from her. Spinning it around, to straddle, I fold my arms over the backrest and lean forward.
My eyes sit level with her perfect round tits, and despite all the heat in the room her little nipples peep up through the fabric and make me even harder. She’s distracting me, when I need to focus and I have to pull my shit together. Right now she’s a club matter, and I need to concentrate on getting us the information we need from her.
“You ready to talk?” I ask, daring a look up into those eyes. It’s wrong to find beauty in seeing her like this with long strands of blonde hair sticking to her face, and a trail of black mascara running down her cheek smudged with tears.
“I… Can't,” she says through trembling lips, and I close my eyes because it isn’t what I want to hear. I don’t want to do what comes next, but she’s leaving me with little choice.
“You know why they sent me down here, Maddy?” I tilt my head to see her from a different angle. She slowly shakes hers from side to side, her breathing uneven as she tries to hold back tears and show me a brave face.
“They sent me in here because I’m the best. I don’t give up. I get what I need by any means, and I don’t have a conscience about how I have to do it.” That last part seems like a lie, because I’m pretty sure what I’m feeling right now is something that resembles a fucking conscience.
“I can’t tell you, Jessie. I want to but I can’t,” she says through tears, confusing the fuck outta me. “Please don’t hurt me,” she begs, the quake in her voice humming all the way through my body, right down to my dick.
“I won’t have to if you do as I say…” I tell her calmly, stroking some of the hair out of her face. Me getting angry is getting us nowhere fast, so I have to try a tactic I’ve never used before, something a little more… edgy.
Anyone can be broken, you just gotta find their fear. That’s what Vex taught me.
“I gotta ask you some questions, and you need to answer them for me. Okay?” I pull the knife out of my belt, and the moonlight from the small window behind her reflects off the sharp blade when I twist the thick, black handle in my hand. Her eyes widen with terror, and my cock stretches tighter against my jeans, acting as a constant reminder why sick bastards like me don’t belong with sinless innocents like her.
“You a virgin?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Hayley told me they’d talked about it. But I want to test if she has any intention of being honest with me, that, and the fact I want to hear the words come out of her pretty mouth myself.
“Yes,” she whispers closing her eyes, her head falling forward like she’s ashamed.
“Say it.” Crushing her jaw in the arch of my hand, I force her to look back at me. Waiting to hear confirmation from her that she’s untouched, while a sick idea of how to get her to talk roots itself in my head and makes it hard to stay focused.
“I’m a virgin,” she manages to muffle against the strain of my fingers. Her lips look fucking delicious pushed together, and I have to try real fucking hard to stop myself wanting to taste them. Seeing her like this has any chance of backing out of what I’m planning, up and fucking off completely.
Maddy had told Hayley she was waiting for the right one. She had the perfect little package all wrapped up ready for some special guy to take. And it doesn’t take a bright mind to figure that I was never gonna be that fucking guy.
I don’t even know who the guy is, I don’t think she’s even met him, and already I want to hunt him down. The thought of another man touching her made me kill crazy. Whoever he is he doesn’t deserve her, no one does. Least of all me.
I imagine how it would break her, to rip perfect away from her, to steal the innocence that she’s been preserving for real love.
Love never had a place in the world I came from, but loyalty fucking ruled it, and if it comes to it… I’ll have to take something precious from her, same as she’s taken something precious from us.
I roll the T-shirt higher over her pert tits, leaving it to sit on top of them, my fingers ache to leave a soft trail across her flawless skin, and somehow I manage to hold them back.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I ask, my eyes dropping to her round tits, my knife blade pressing against one of her hard, pink nipples.
“No,” she whispers, head shaking nervously. Her eyes tearing through to my cold, heartless soul and seriously fucking with my head.
“Here?” I slide the steel between her tits, all the way down to her cute as fuck bellybutton. Again, she shakes her head, painfully slowly.
“How about there?” I drop my eyes down to the perfect little v between her legs. I want to touch it, claim it, and ruin it for any fucker she deemed good enough to give it to.
She wets her lips with her tongue then shakes her head again. I press the knife tip against the bumpy lace of her panties, flush with her center, knowing that with the stuffy temperature in the room the cool bite of the blade will travel right up through her body. Maddy lets out a tiny gasp, her body shivering, and goose bumps forming under the skin on her thighs.
“Why did they take you and Hayley?” I whisper, my nose touching at her cheek, inhaling the scent of fear. It smells good on her.
“I don’t know,” she answers. It’s a lie, one that leaves me with little choice. Sliding the knife across to her hip, my cock twitches, and I smirk when I notice the tiny wet patch that’s soaked through the lace at the front of her panties. I slip the blade into the waistband and slice it through the flimsy fabric, causing her eyes to grow wider. Then slowly I trace the cold steel across her waist and repeating the same action on the other side. Her panties flitter to the floor, leaving her pussy exposed to me.
FUCK this is meant to be torture for her, not me.
“Do you know who those men were?” I can hear the strain in my voice. I try blocking all thoughts out, thoughts like the one telling me to drop down to my knees and find out how good that fucking pussy tastes riding against my face.
“I have never seen those men before,” she tells me with a newfound confidence, the lie is written all over her face, almost daring me.
She thinks she’s taunting me now, she’s trying to convince herself that she has some kind of control over the situation she’s in. It might have worked, if she hadn�
�t tensed up and squeezed her legs together, giving me an indication of weakness that’s enough to spur me on. She’ll soon buckle when she figures this isn’t just pussy play, and she’s in some real trouble.
“Foot here,” I order, tapping my thigh, and she surprises me when she not so reluctantly lifts her foot, placing it exactly where I tell her to. The new angle spreads her pussy a little wider, and I edge my knife closer, let it touch at the pink flesh between her slit. When a scared moan trembles from her mouth, I know I’ve won.
“What ain’t ya telling me?” I pull my attention from between her legs, and flick my eyes up to hers, waiting on a reply.
“Please.” The fear in her voice is almost too much to resist. “I can’t,” she breathes in, closing her eyes. I slide the knife away, letting it brush the inside of her risen thigh like a feather. Then with just enough pressure for the tip of the blade to pierce into her skin I slice it through her flesh. The mark I make is only small but it’s deep enough for blood to trickle. Maddy rolls her head back, exposing her long neck to me and an instinct so strong I can’t fight it off, forcing me to move.
My tongue slides from between my lips and catches the blood as it drips down the inside of her leg. I lick its trail, right through the freshly carved graze. Glancing up at her, my lips smile against her skin when I meet her eyes and watch them swell with shock. The tangy-coppery taste of her tingles my tongue, and I can almost feel her pussy throbbing as my tongue works its way towards it.
Forgetting all motives, I let my tongue rule my head, moving it slowly through her neat little folds. I taste her because I need to. I have to test how wet she is and prove I’m not imagining it. The sweet taste that spreads itself all over my tongue confirms it, she is wet, wet and ready for me. Even in the most fucked up of situations, her pussy can’t tell lies like her mouth can, and when her slender hips begin to move against my mouth, I know she’s completely fucked... not only is she gonna break for me, but she’s about to receive the best interrogation I’ve ever fucking served.