Motorcycle Daddy (MC Daddies Book 1)

by Laylah Roberts

  “Hey, boss, I’m in here,” Madden called out.

  Duke walked into the break room. “Hey, you seen Sunny?” A feeling of foreboding filled him. She wouldn’t go anywhere without him. Where was she?

  Madden picked up the garbage bag. “Don’t know. Rory’s left already. Asshole left the garbage here.” He propped open the door with a chair and took the trash out.

  Worry flooded Duke as he opened Sunny’s locker. Her stuff was still here. He pulled out his phone and called her.

  He heard her ringtone. Then Madden appeared in the doorway, his face pale, holding up Sunny’s phone with its distinctive pink, glittery case.

  Fuck. Fuck. He pinched the top of his nose.

  “Light’s aren’t working out here,” Madden told him.

  Fuck. Shit.

  He opened the contacts on his phone and called Ink.

  “What’s up?” Ink greeted him.

  “Sunny’s missing,” he said quickly. “Need you to access the cameras around the shop.”

  “You got it,” Ink replied. “Any idea how long? Have you tried pinging her phone?”

  “Madden found it in the alleyway out back of the shop.”

  “Right. Stay close to your phone. Don’t worry. We’ll find her.”

  They better. He needed her. Fuck. Where was she? What the hell had happened?

  He called Reyes quickly, filling him in. The other man said they’d all be there shortly. But there wasn’t much they could do until he had some fucking idea of what happened to her. He paced back and forth across the break room.

  Then his phone buzzed.

  “My guys got it on camera. About eight minutes ago, she stepped into the alley and some bastard grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the back of a van. Couldn’t see much of his face. But we got the number plate of the van. We’re running it now. And Duke, Rory got into the driver’s side of the van.”

  Anger roared through him. “That fucking mother-fucking bastard, I’m going to rip off his dick and feed it to him!”

  “We have the direction the van is taking and we’re tapping into traffic cams. Want to call the cops?”

  “Fuck! Not yet. They’ll just slow everything down.”

  “Send me Rory’s phone number, my guy might be able to ping his location.”

  He ended the call just as he heard Reyes and the others enter the front of the shop. He sent Ink Rory’s number.

  He turned as his brothers walked into the room. “Sunny’s been kidnapped by Rory and another guy.”

  Razor swore while Reyes’ face grew even colder, but surprisingly it was Spike who spoke.

  “Well, seems some fuckers are going to die tonight.”

  She slammed into the something hard, groaning in pain.

  What happened? Where was she?

  “Easy on the corners, asshole!” someone yelled. “There’s no fucking seat belts back here.”

  Back here? Where was here? She tried to look around, blinking to get her eyes to adjust to the dark. Was she in the back of a van? It was loud and smelled like diesel. Why would she be in a van? Where was Duke? Why wasn’t she at work?

  Another corner. She rolled, unable to find something to hold onto and banged into someone else. There was a whiff of body odor as the person shoved her away.

  “Get off me, bitch!”

  She froze. What was going on?

  “Fucking hell, Rory, do you want the cops after us?”

  Rory. Rory was here. Oh God. Someone had taken her as she’d helped Rory take the trash out. And Rory hadn’t helped her. He was driving the van to take her. . .where?

  “Who are you? Where are we going? Rory? What’s going on?” she demanded.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” A hand reached out and slapped her.

  She gasped in a breath, her eyes watering at the sharp sting.

  “I want to make sure they can’t catch up to us!” Rory said, his voice sounding panicked.

  “They won’t find us! Nobody saw us. We have plenty of time to have a little fun with this bitch before we kill her.”

  Oh God. What? “Why did you kidnap me? What’s going on?”

  “What’s going on is that stupid MC club your boyfriend belongs to thinks they’re too good for us,” the man told her. “They think they get to reject Horse? To call me an idiot and that I’ll let them get away with the insult?”

  Wait. Horse. Rory’s friend, Horse. Reyes had told Rory that he and Horse weren’t allowed to become prospects. And they’d kidnapped her because. . .what? They were pissed off? What on Earth?

  “Duke will kill you,” she said loudly. “He’s going to come for me and he’ll kill you both. Sure you want to risk that, Rory?”

  She appealed to Rory, because quite frankly Horse seemed to be missing a few brain cells. But then, Rory had to be as well because he had to know Duke was going to murder him.

  “He won’t find us,” Rory stated, although she thought she heard a waver in his voice.

  He took another corner too hard and she winced as her back slammed against the metal wall of the van. Her bladder took that moment to warn her that she needed to pee.

  Awesome.

  “He’ll find you,” she yelled. “He won’t stop until he does. I hope getting a bit of revenge over some hurt feelings is worth the pain of what he’ll do to you!”

  “Shut up, bitch,” Horse snarled. “They disrespected us. They have to pay. And Rory’s been telling me how you got Duke pussy-whipped. You should have been nicer to my boy, then maybe we wouldn’t have to cut you up. He did his best to get you fired. Messed up your work, but I guess when you’re fucking the boss you got job security. I got the idea to take you after you interrupted me scratching up his truck. Going to have fun using my knife on you.”

  “C-cut me up? Rory!”

  Wait. Horse had been the guy in the hoodie? Oh God. She felt nauseous.

  “Shut up, bitch!” Rory yelled. “I’m trying to think!”

  “I have to pee!”

  “Nobody cares, cunt,” Horse told her.

  She was going to be sick. “And I’m going to vomit. You have to stop!”

  “Horse?” Rory called back, sounding unsure.

  “Let her fucking piss herself and vomit. Gonna be doing worse once my knife carves her up.”

  She pressed her lips together to hold in a whimper of fear. Please, Duke. Find me.

  “She can’t mess up the van,” Rory whined. “It’s my cousin’s. He’ll kill me.”

  They used a borrowed van to kidnap her? Were they fucking idiots? Suddenly, the van swung to the right and she went flying against the side, banging her shoulder.

  Ouch. Ow.

  Tears filled her eyes, a sob escaping.

  No time to fall apart, Sunny. Duke will come for you. He’ll find you.

  The van rocked to a stop. “Get her out, she can pee in the bushes,” Rory demanded. “There’s no one around.”

  Horse grabbed her by the arm, holding her so tightly that she knew she was going to bruise. “Don’t you even think about fucking screaming, bitch. You make a noise, you try to run, you even look at me funny and I’ll carve you up right here and now.”

  She could barely breathe; her legs were shaking. The van door opened and Rory gestured at them. It was now fully dark and he’d pulled off into a parking lot by an old warehouse. She looked around in despair, but couldn’t see anyone close by. Horse dragged her off towards the bushes while Rory brought up the rear.

  “Keep fucking watch while she pisses,” Horse ordered, yanking her a couple of feet away. He nodded at the ground. “Piss.”

  “Turn around,” she demanded.

  He just laughed. It wasn’t a normal laugh and the sound of it chilled her to the bone.

  “Not happening. You wanted to piss then piss. But I ain’t taking my gaze off you.”

  She swallowed heavily. “I can’t pee with you watching. I have a shy bladder.”

  He took a step towards her, slipping a large kni
fe from the sheath attached to his thigh. He held it up. The shadows around them suddenly seemed more menacing.

  “Maybe I ought to drain your bladder another way then.”

  She gulped. So maybe she could pee. Wasn’t like he could see much in the near-darkness, right?

  She reached for her jeans, fumbling. Then she crouched, silent tears tracking down her face as she emptied her bladder.

  “Rory! Everything okay?” Horse called back, watching her intently. She couldn’t see much of his face; the streetlamps didn’t reach this far back. “Rory!”

  She stood, pulling up her pants. Why wasn’t Rory answering?

  “What the fuck?” Horse was reaching for her arm, when he was suddenly pulled backwards. There was no noise, it was almost like he disappeared into the darkness. She let out a small cry. What just happened?

  Who cares! Run, Sunny!

  She turned, ready to race off when someone grabbed her from behind. She didn’t even have time to scream before she felt a prick in her neck.

  Then everything went dark.

  Duke pushed the bike faster, not caring that he was breaking the speed limit or that the last thing he needed was to attract the attention of the cops.

  Ink’s guy had managed to track Rory’s phone. Duke was on Ink’s bike since his was at home and the other man had stayed behind to co-ordinate. He sped towards the old, abandoned warehouse, pulling up a block away. Much as he wanted to get there quickly, the bikes weren’t exactly quiet.

  He turned the bike off then jumped off and started running towards the warehouse.

  “Duke, wait the fuck up,” Reyes called out to him. Duke ignored him. He raced into the parking lot, spotting a van over near the tree line. Fuck. Did they take her into the warehouse or the woods?

  He turned and ran towards the van, aware of Reyes telling Jason and Razor to take the warehouse.

  Please let her be there. Please let her be okay.

  He gave the van a glance then headed towards the trees. Where was she? He tripped over something and nearly fell. Turning, he tensed as he saw it was a goddamn body.

  “What the fuck?” He drew out his phone and used the light from the screen to check who the fuck was lying at his feet.

  It was Rory.

  And his throat was slit.

  “I got a body over here,” Spike called out. “Dead. Throat slit.”

  “Rory’s here,” Duke called back. No point being quiet if they were both dead. “Throat slit as well.” He switched on the flashlight app on his phone.

  There was a piece of paper under Rory’s hand. He pulled it out.

  “Fuck,” Spike said appearing beside him. “Please don’t tell me that’s from the Fox.”

  “What? Why would you say that?” Duke asked, turning it over. Fuck. There it was on the back, the Fox’s insignia.

  “Frankie was tortured before his throat was slit,” Spike told him grimly.

  “Fuck. Shit.” Panic filled Duke.

  “There was barely any blood. He was cold. Been killed hours before and moved to the location of our meet.”

  “Someone knew Spike was meeting with him,” Reyes said, moving up beside him. Duke turned as he heard people run towards him. Jason and Razor appeared.

  “Warehouse is clear,” Razor said, stepping up beside them. “Fuck. Is that Rory?”

  “Yeah,” Spike replied. “What does the note say?”

  “Note?” Razor asked.

  “A note was left under his hand,” Reyes explained. “From the Fox.”

  “Fuck,” Razor swore. “You’re not saying that. . .”

  “The Fox has Sunny,” Duke said numbly, looking up from the note he’d just read. “And according to this note, we have until sun-up to find her.”

  23

  “Wakie-wakie, sweet girl,” a voice murmured.

  She groaned. She was having the nicest dream. Duke had been holding her in his arms and rocking her back and forth. She didn’t really want to wake up.

  Something was pressed to her forehead. Something cold.

  “No, don’t!” She reached up and grabbed it, flinging the wet cloth away.

  “Now, that was a bit naughty. Would your Daddy spank you for that, I wonder?”

  That wasn’t Duke’s voice. Fear flooded her, making her heart race. She opened her eyes, and looked up into a stranger’s face.

  Hazel-colored eyes stared down at her from a tanned face. He looked to be in his late-thirties, there were few wrinkles on his face and no grays in his neatly-trimmed dark hair.

  Who the hell was he?

  Sunny sat up, noticing she was lying on a soft bed. She scrambled backward, away from the man studying her with interest.

  “Who. . .who are you?”

  “Why, sweet girl, I’m disappointed. Don’t you recognize me?”

  Sweet girl? She knew of one person who called her that. . .but that couldn’t be right. Marv was homeless. He had long, straggly dark hair and blue-green eyes. He was far older than this man.

  And yet. . .

  “Marv?” she whispered.

  He smiled at her. His teeth, rather than being yellowed, were a gleaming white. “Clever girl, Sunny. Far smarter than those biker friends of yours.”

  “Marv? What’s going on? Where are we? Why did you bring me here?”

  Had Marv rescued her? She’d just finished peeing when Horse had practically disappeared. Then someone grabbed her and there had been a prick. . .she raised her hand to her neck.

  “Ahh, sorry about that, sweet girl. I had to drug you to keep you quiet.”

  “But why?”

  He tilted his head. “Can’t you guess?”

  She shook her head. She didn’t understand any of this. She thought he was homeless and yet here he was, looking so different she could have passed him on the street and not recognized him.

  “The homeless thing was an act?” she whispered.

  She took another look around the room. There were no windows. She was sitting on a four-poster bed in the corner of the room. Next to it sat a small bookshelf with what looked to be a collection of children’s stories. In one corner of the room sat a white desk and chair. In the other corner there was a rug on the floor and a pile of stuffies along with a beanbag.

  “Do you like your room?” Marv asked. “I had it done just for you. Thought it would make you feel more comfortable while you’re waiting for Duke to rescue you.”

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered.

  “Well, I admit I didn’t understand at first, either,” he admitted. “This whole Daddy/Little girl dynamic seemed rather odd to me. But as I did a little research, I came to realize that perhaps I’m a Daddy Dom. I rather like the idea of having a Little under my complete control. Maybe even two. Yes, I often work away so they could keep each other company. But then there’s the whole discipline aspect. How would I care for them if I have to leave? Do you know if there are nannies you can hire for that sort of thing?”

  She just gaped at him. “That. . .that’s not the way it works. I’m not under Duke’s complete control.”

  He frowned. “Hmm. . .but that doesn’t mean it couldn’t work that way. You see, I have such an issue with trusting others. Happens when you have so many enemies. But if I had someone who was completely dependent on me, well, they wouldn’t be able to betray me, would they?”

  What was happening here?

  “You can’t choose to be a Daddy Dom just so you can get someone to be completely dependent on you because you have trust issues.”

  “Well, why not?”

  “Because that’s just not right.”

  He surprised her by grinning. “Would it surprise you to hear I have a warped sense of what is right and wrong?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  He chuckled. Then he clicked his fingers. “I have an idea. Why don’t I just keep you? You’re already broken in.”

  “Broken in? I’m not a dog!” She knew she should be scared of him. He was clearly batshit
crazy. And yet, this was Marv. She’d never sensed any ill-will from him. Then or now.

  Don’t be foolish, Sunny. He drugged you. Kidnapped you. He’s talking about keeping you.

  “That was a joke.” He winked.

  Was it, though? She eyed him warily. He pulled the stool over from the writing desk and sat, facing her. He leaned his elbows on his legs. “All right, enough about the fun stuff, let’s get onto serious business.”

  “What’s going on? Why disguise yourself as a homeless person? Why bring me here? Where is here?”

  “This is one of my safe houses.”

  “Safe houses? You’re a cop?”

  He threw his head back and laughed. She just stared at him until he reached for a tissue and wiped under his eyes. “A cop? Oh, Sunny I didn’t realize you were so funny. Are you sure you won’t stay? No? Shame. No, I’m not a cop.”

  “Then why do you need a safe house?”

  “It’s always a good idea to have a place to retreat to if things get a bit hot. This time, I sacrificed one of my houses for you. Did I do a good job of creating a room for you to be comfortable waiting in?”

  Her mouth dropped open. “You created this room because you wanted me to be comfortable?”

  “Yes.” He frowned. “Did I not get it right? I think it needs more toys; however, it’s late and little girls should be in bed. And I’m hoping those bikers combine their meagre brain cells and actually manage to find you by morning.”

  Her mind raced, trying to work all of this out. “I don’t get it. If you expect Duke to find me then why take me in the first place?”

  “Because you’re my distraction, of course. I need them to focus on something else for a while so they’re not in my way. So, I gave them a little treasure hunt. Laid out my clues that will lead them here. Quite clever really.”

  Yep. He was definitely deranged. And his ego was out of control.

  “Distracted from what?”

  “Oh, from the senator. I need to kill him tonight. While I’d normally just take out anyone in my way, I thought that might upset you.”

  Take out? What was he talking about?

  Oh. Fuck.