Finding Me: Dominant Devils Book Three

by H. M. Stewart

  It took all of thirty seconds before the entire house was awake and running through the house. I was still on my knees when I felt soft arms wrap around me from behind. Vivie held me in my arms while I lost it.

  Tank

  I heard Bree’s phone going form the nightside. As usual my girl would ignore it trying to get as much sleep as humanly possible. I rolled over to answer the phone ready to rip into someone ass for the early morning wake up call. I could sense panic in Queenie’s voice when she asked if Bree was with me. When I found that Bee wasn’t beside me in bed I tried to come up with logical excuses for her not being where I left her hours before. I was trying to push the uneasy feeling away when Izzy came barreling through the door.

  “What the fuck, Izzy? Why the yell are you in here barging in my damn room at a quarter to seven in the fucking morning.”

  “Tank, you need to get your ass up. I check the bathrooms and the kids room before coming in here. Bree’s no where to be found,” Izzy yelled. Before she could say anything else I jumped out of bed in all my fucking glory and yelled for Queenie to sound the alarm. A push of a button would send a sound out loud enough for the whole damn town would hear.

  Grabbing the shorts from the floor I tried to run and pull them on at the same time. I tore down the steps while Izzy was yelling that Bree might be outside with the dog. I wanted to slow my roll knowing that the horse dog would tear into someone if he thought they would harm my angel in any way. Even with that thought running through my mind I didn’t slow my pace. I ran as fast as I could through the kitchen and out the back door stopping for a second to scan yard. When I heard Trevor yelling for Bree I took off towards the shooting range that was at the front of the property.

  When he started yelling stop I pushed myself even harder. I dove off towards the strip of woods to the left of the yard trying to close in on Trevor. By the time I caught up to him he was bent over trying to catch his breath on the side of the road. He spun around with tears in his eyes and tried to speak between pulling much need air into his lungs. “They… fucking… took… her…man. The car… I saw him stuff… her in the… fucking trunk.”

  “What car, Trevor? WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU STOP THEM?” I was fucking livid. If he saw them then why the hell didn’t he stop them. It was making fucking sense. I moved to grab him by his shirt to to beat his ass for letting someone take my woman when I felt arms lock around the head.

  “Easy, brother. Let the man tell us what he saw. You know that fucker would lay his life down for any of these women here,” Throttle was saying while keeping me restrained. I tried to shake him off but my brother had a death grip on me.

  Finally, Trevor started talking. This time almost too fast. “When I came out of the house I heard the dog whining and muffled fucking voices. I took off running like a crazy person down the damn driveway. I can’t run like I sued to since taking that fucking bullet in my thigh. I saw the man with his hands covering Bree’s mouth and holding a fucking gun to her head. They were too far ahead of me almost to the woods when I saw them. I followed them through the woods, but I wasn’t fast enough. I could barely see though the fucking trees to make out the car that was parked on the road. Just before I made it out towards the road I heard the trunk slam and a door open when the car peeled off down the road. There had to be someone else driving because they were a good quarter of a mile down the road before the passenger door was closed. If i had been five fucking seconds sooner, she would still be here. FUCK!!!” Trevor screamed the last part pulled at his hair pacing like a caged animal.

  Watching him so tore up caused something in me to snap. He was not the one I needed to be focusing my energy on. I needed all hands-on deck to chase my fucking woman down. Throttle must have felt my body language change, so he released me from the hold he had on me. I wanted to grill Trevor so more but the three of us were interrupted by Axle yelling off in the distance.

  “WHAT THE FUCK? BLAZE GET DOC NOW!!” The three of us didn’t even look at each other before we took off towards our president. We ran through the woods back towards the office for the shooting range. My steps faltered when I caught view of Axle knelt down in front of a large ball of fur. I could see the red stains on his arms while he looked to be pushing down on the dog’s stomach. Bree would loose her shit if something happened to Diesel.

  I picked up my pace making it to Axle just as Doc was kneeling down pushing Axle out of the way. “Jesus Christ! He’s lost a lot of blood I’m not sure what I can do for him other than close the hole in his stomach until we can get him to the vet.” I watched as Doc dug through his bag barking orders at prospect Aaron.

  Axle walked in front of me blocking the sight of Doc trying to help the one thing Bree might love more than me. He was talking but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I couldn’t form a decent thought right now. My woman was gone and the dog she thought of as a child was going to die right in front of me. I was lost in my daze when I felt a slap across the back of my head pulling me back to the here and now.

  “Snap the fuck out of it! We don’t have time for you to lose your damn mind right now. My fucking sister is missing and we need to get fucking moving if we want to catch up to those fuckers,” it was Wall yelling in my face this time.

  “He’s right, Tank. Doc will stay back with the dog and make sure he gets him over to the vet. Happy is already on the phone with Tony to put the plan in place. We knew those spineless fuckers would try something like this. Tony will reach out to the cops he trusts on the force. There will be an ABP out for Bree in no time. Throttle has already run over to the clubhouse to see what he can pulled up on the camera feed. You need to go throw some fucking clothes on and get ready to ride. We’re rolling in ten,” Axle says pushing me in the direction of the house.

  I turned to stop long enough to pet the dog before leaving him to Doc. “I’ll find her buddy. Just hold the fuck on.” Diesel whimpered softly as I nodded to Doc before taking off to the house. Coming through the back door I was surrounded by tear stained faces. It was like a scene from the night I carried Bree in the house after being attacked at the bar. I could feel the guilt of not being there to protect her for a second-time creeping in my chest. As much as I wanted to let it consume me I couldn’t. I ran straight to our room grabbing the clothes I dropped on the floor from yesterday. Dressing quickly, I pulled my boots and cut. I slid my bowie knife in my boot tucking my 9 and my 45 is my shoulder harness. I was back in the kitchen in five minutes.

  I didn’t stop to say anything to the females gathered in the kitchen. There wasn’t time. I’d leave it up to Trevor to fill them in while the rest of us took off to track my woman down. Most of the men were already straddling their bikes, including my dad and Ghost. Looks like it would be Boomer and Doc staying back with Trevor and the prospect to watch over the rest of the women.

  It was time to get this fucking show on the road. Looks like we were just waiting on Happy and Throttle. I could feel every one of these men seething with rage. The only good thing about the situation was that if it was money the bastards were after they wouldn’t be able to get their hands on any of it without me and Bree would have to be kept alive as well. They were fucked without me or both of us.

  “Just got off the phone with the local pigs. Told them everything Trevor could give me about the car. We’re gonna be looking so and older green Lincoln. Trevor didn’t catch much about the plates except that they weren’t from South Carolina,” Happy was saying as Throttle walked up. “Did you catch anything else? We riding now or do I need to call Tony’s guys back and give them more?”

  “Car was parked far enough away that the fucking cameras didn’t pick it up. I will say if that dog makes it we owe him a steak for dinner every day of his fucking life. There was two of them. Diesel was able to straight up maul one of those mother fuckers, but the other asshole was able to get a shot off. Even then the fucker latched on the one of their hands and wouldn’t let go. No doubt in my mind that fucking kept those two as
sholes from breaching the house. They were walking away when Bree came out looking for Diesel. One of them was fucked up pretty bad and can be seen limping off towards the woods while the other one waited until Bree was trying to work on the dog before coming up behind her. He must have been saying something to her cuz I could see her nod before she stood up to go with him. That fuckers gonna deserve every ounce of pain we deliver to him but just know when we get to your woman she’s going to be missing her shirt.” Throttle managed to get out before I broke my silence.

  “You telling me that fucker had enough balls to try something with my women in our own fucking yard?”

  “No brother, that dudes hand would have been too fucked to even try anything. Bree had pulled her shirt off I guess to try and stop the bleeding before he took her. Looks like she was still in her pajamas. He walked her out of here in nothing but a bra and a pair of shorts. I just wanted you to know before we got to her. Now I’ve already text Doc to let him know that is there wasn’t an exit wound to be looking for a bullet floating around in there somewhere. According to Trevor the car took off headed West. If I had to guess they probably trying to get closer to Columbia.”

  “Throttle and Happy I want you to keep your phone handy. If that fucker rings you pull over to answer the damn thing. We’ll know when you do. Tank I want you at my left and Wall to my right, Let’s ride boys this shit ends today,” our president says before starting his bike.

  It was time to find my old lady and make every single one of those assholes pay.

  Chapter 22

  Bree

  I woke up feeling like my head was going to explode. It hurt to even open my eyes, so I decided to listen instead. There were several voices yelling at one another. One in particular made the hair on my arms rise. My mother was here and from the sound of things running the show. She was barking orders for someone to make the call when another female voice called her a bossy bitch and told her to do it herself. If it wasn’t for the current situation I was in, plus the fact the woman was helping my mother kidnap me, I would have given her props for stepping up to my mother. No to hell with that, Queenie was my mother. Charlotte would be known as my egg donor from now on.

  When I heard footsteps moving towards me I frantically worked to open my eyes. I knew it wasn’t Charlotte because I could still hear her arguing with whoever called her a bossy bitch in the distance. Although my vision was spotty I finally got my eyes to open to take in my surroundings. I tried to sit up in the bed, but the room started spinning. That blow to the head probably gave me a concussion. Looks like I would be laying back down focusing on not throwing up until I could get myself into an upright position.

  The footsteps stopped at the end of the bed making me jump. I watched as Yasmin sat down beside me on the edge of the bed looking at like she wanted to kill me. She spoke low enough for only me to hear, “if you screw me over I will fucking kill you, bitch. You keep your mouth shut about our little side agreement and I’ll make sure you get the fuck out of here.” With that she was gone closing the door behind her.

  The room was dark with the slightest bit of light peeping through the curtains. Willing myself to focus I tried to take in my surroundings. I turned my head slightly to each side only to find I was in fact in a bedroom of some sort. The room held high end furnishings that just screamed, “I have money! Look at me!” Where the hell have they brought me? I dug deep in my memory trying to figure out if the room resembled any of the eight bedrooms in the house I grew up in. I didn’t see anything that resembled my family home in Georgia or even the beach house in Myrtle Beach. Where the hell was I?

  Being so lost in my thoughts I didn’t realize that the screaming had stopped until I heard the door open with a loud thud. Of course, the slam totally did my pounding head in but I wasn’t going to let whoever was coming towards me see it. It was time to channel my inner Madison. I wouldn’t let myself show weakness or fear. I know that Tank and the rest of my family would be looking for me. They wouldn’t leave me to deal with my abductors by myself.

  “My darling, Bree. Mommy is so glad you could make. I had hoped to have you for a visit sooner but those fuckers you’ve been living with since you left have made it extremely hard to make that happen. Why don’t you sit up and we can catch up for a few minutes before we take a little trip,” Charlotte says vindictively.

  I wasn’t given a chance to ease my way up in to a sitting position as two sets of hands slipped under my arm pit to yank me up to face my egg donor. The sudden movement made my stomach roll. The need to vomit came too soon for me to try and aim. Instead I lost the contents of my stomach on my lap. “Now, Bree, why would you do something like that. Now I have to clean you up before we leave. We won’t have near enough time to catch up. Yasmin, Jewel get her in the shower. The outfit I picked out for her is on the table in the kitchen. Carmen will be here in thirty minutes. I don’t want to remind you what will happen to you both if we’re not ready to leave. Bree, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” My mother turned and walked back out the door leaving me with two females that I thought used to be somewhat friendly with.

  Friendly is not what I would consider them by their actions now. Neither of them, had a problem yanking me from bed and dragging me over to the bathroom. The bathroom was plenty big enough for the three of us making no way for me to speak to Yasmin without Jewel being privy to it. Yasmin must have thought the same thing. “Strip, bitch. No need to be shy. You’ll be on display soon enough. Jewel, go grab the bitch’s clothes from her highness. I can handle her even if her fat ass outweighs me by fifty pounds. We both know she’s too shy to fight.” With a quick smirk Jewel disappeared out of the door.

  With my bra off I dropped my shorts to climb in the shower with Yasmin standing just outside the curtain. I could see her shadow through the curtain and it looked as if she was on her phone. I chose to keep my mouth shut and wait for her to speak to me. When all I got was silence I rushed to cleaning the smell of vomit from my body. Washing my hair was out of the question. The water hitting the back of my head was enough to my me dizzy. When I was a clean as I was going to get I stepped out of the shower shivering. I tried to cover myself with my arms as much as possible, but it was no use. Yasmin’s eyes raked over my body like she was getting way too much enjoyment from my discomfort.

  She finally reached behind her to hand me a towel to dry myself off without words. I was beginning to wonder if she was indeed going to help me out of this situation or not. I know money was the driven factor, but it was clear she wouldn’t be going out of her way to make me comfortable. Without knocking Jewel walked back in the bathroom with clothes in her hand. “Put these on and hurry, bitch. I’m not looking forward to dealing with Carmen’s attitude if were not downstairs waiting on him when he gets back. He’s already fuming that damn dog of yours tried to take his fucking hand off earlier.”

  So, Carmen was the one to drag me away. Who else was helping him though? Someone else was definitely driving the car but I wasn’t able to see who it was before I was knocked out. I dressed in the dress slacks and fitted top that was handed to me. No doubt my mother was the one to pick out this choice of clothing. Even the bra and panties that were provided where something my egg donor seemed fitting for a woman of my size. Back in the day I would have hated it, not today though. Today I wanted to look as plain jane as possible. I had already been attacked once that could have easily went past the point of no return. I have no desire to let that happen again.

  When I was dressed Yasmin and Jewel escorted me out of the room and down the spiral stair case. Again, I was looking to see anything that might have been familiar. I saw nothing. Nothing that would lead me to believe I had been her before. Downstairs was just as over the top as the bedroom. Everything was furnished with a sleek modern look. It looked to be an apartment of some sort. An apartment in god knows what town. I chanced a look at the clock seeing it was just after two in the afternoon. Looks like I wouldn’t be making it to Tony’s office t
o today to get things signed. My birthday was in two days and it looks like I’d be waiting a little longer to get my inheritance. Thanks to Tony there wouldn’t be any way for my mother to get her hands on it now. Even if she killed me that money would go to Tank.

  I was pushed into a plush chair while Jewel and Yasmin sat to each side on me resting on the arms of the oversized chair leaving Charlotte to sit on the ottoman in front of me. “Now daughter of mine, how bout we play a little catch up while we wait for bit. I gave you some time to have some fun and if you do what I say you might just get back to that fucker you fell in love with. I must say you’ve got good taste, dear. That man of yours is one to play with it. He must have a chubby fetish because you have definitely not been keeping to a diet.”

  “I’m happy with my size, mother. I always have been. It took me years to get to a point where your words don’t matter. Not everyone was put on this earth to be a toothpick with no curves. Tank loves every inch of me. Maybe if you would eat something other than a salad you might be able to build some curves to keep a man longer than a week. Speaking of which, where is dear old dad by the way. Did he help you set this up? He wanting something from me too,” I asked sarcastically.

  I wasn’t expecting the slap to the face, especially not from my mother. I guess I said something that struck a nerve. Good, that’s what I was intending. It was time that this woman got a taste of her own insults. I was done being her punching bag. “You little witch. How dare you speak to me like that? You think your better than me, think again. I’ve made my way through this life with the body god gifted to me. You tried to ruin it for me when I had to carry you for nine months. I was big as a house and this is how you repay me? You take off leaving without a trace to go hang out with the same trash that threw us away years ago. Yeah, I already know you were made aware of your father. Rowdy was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to be the one he spoiled and doted on. Not that bitch of a wife he had. They didn’t want us then and when they get done with you they won’t want you now either.”