Torch's Torment Royal Bastards MC Los Angeles, CA Chapter

by J. Lynn Lombard

  Frantically smashing the back window with my elbow, I don't even register the pain of glass cutting into my skin. I search for Daisy and she isn’t in here. Capone gets Danyella out. Blayze gets Monica out. They’re both unconscious but breathing.

  “Bones!” Red shouts. It’s his prospect so I know he’s worried. “Bones!” Red screams into the night.

  “Daisy!” I shout walking in the opposite direction as Red. We're all spread out over the field yelling for both Bones and Daisy when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

  I pull it out and a video fills the screen. One that makes my blood run cold and the monster lurking under the surface of my skin breaks free. No one and nothing can calm me down except finding Daisy and Bones and slaughtering those who stand in my way.

  “Red!” Red comes barreling over to me and I hand him my phone. By the time he watches the video, his face is ghostly pale. Capone and the rest of our brothers are next to us. Red hands my phone to Capone and I'm itching to do something, anything but stand here holding my dick. That video on repeat in my mind burned into memory.

  “Clubhouse now!” Capone commands.

  I’m the first one on my bike firing it up before anyone else. Someone must’ve called Dagger and I missed it because he’s here with another SUV and Danyella and Monica are loaded into it with Bear following them. I wait for the SUV to speed off and we follow close behind. Voodoo’s words ring in my head on repeat and I can't help but think we missed something. Something big.

  We’re back to the Clubhouse in no time. Red has holed up in his communications room with Derange, trying to decipher the video and track its location. Bear is tending to Monica and Danyella in Danyella’s room. They're both conscious now but have killer headaches and Danyella keeps throwing up. Kensi, Nina and Aerial are with them when Bear comes out a few hours later.

  “They’re both resting now. Major concussions but alert. They both have stitches on the head. Monica has a broken wrist, Danyella has a broken collarbone. I gave Danyella some anti-nausea medication to stop the vomiting.” Bear looks exhausted but more work needs to be done. We need to find Daisy and Bones.

  “Thank you, Bear. We appreciate you for helping them.” Capone slaps Bear on the back. “Go get some rest and we’ll wake you when we figure out our next move.”

  “Any time, brother. Are you sure?” Bear asks. He’s going to fall asleep standing up if he doesn’t take care of himself.

  “Positive, Bear. Go. You’ve done more than enough tonight. Grab some pussy and get some rest.”

  “Thanks, Prez.” Bear walks down the hallway and into his room.

  I’m beyond frustrated and there’s nothing I can do until we get a lead. I storm into the communication room, looking to help. Red has Daisy’s video up on the monitors and I almost vomit what I have left in my stomach. She’s tied to a dirty bed with a ratty mattress beneath her. Her hands are tied above her head to the metal frame. She’s naked except for a pair of underwear that has drops of blood on the front of them. She’s blindfolded and a gag stuffed into her mouth. There’s a trickle of blood dripping from her nose and several cuts and bruises mar her delicate skin. My brand stands proud on her forearm and I’m praying between who she is and my mark, they won’t do to her what they’ve done to the other women, if it’s Valdimer who took her.

  Bones is tied to the bed next to Daisy. His body is naked except for his boxers. His hands are tied to the metal bedframe and he’s gagged but not blindfolded. I imagine it’s to keep him compliant. He is covered with cuts and bruises and has a bad gash on the side of his head that’s bleeding. His left arm looks like it's at a weird angle.

  “Do we have a location yet?” I ask exasperated.

  “Almost. Give me a little more time.” Red responds. He’s typing in codes and numbers and they’re flashing across the screen at a rapid pace. I have no clue what he’s doing but I let him do his thing.

  Derange has photo after photo popping up on his monitors of missing women and children. He sees me checking it out. “I’m running facial recognition to see if we can get any of these women and children home.”

  Proud of what Royal Bastards are doing, I turn to leave when Red curses under his breath, “Gotcha motherfuckers.” He picks up his phone and dials Capone. “Church. I have something.”

  Reds eyes cut to me. “He’s right here. Ok, we’re coming now.”

  “What? What do you have?” My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it feels like it’s going to explode and land on the floor.

  “I’ll tell you in Church. Come on, let’s get your girl back.”

  Red, Derange and I throw our phones into the box and head inside. Capone and Blayze are already in here. After we take our seats, Trigger, Bear, Dagger and Tiny come walking in and take their seats.

  Capone slams his Ivory gavel onto the table signaling the start of Church. “Red, since this is time sensitive, you’ve got the floor.”

  Red stands tall and adjusts his cut. He’s nervous and I’m losing my patients sitting here. I growl low in my throat urging him to get the fuck on with it. “I found where Daisy and Bones were taken to.” His eyes cut to me, “You’ve got your passport up to date?”

  “Yeah, I fucking do. Where we heading?”

  “Ireland.”

  Chapter 15

  Daisy

  Confident

  A warm body presses against mine when I come too. Whoever took me, left me naked except for a pair of underwear and there’s a cold breeze blowing across my body. I try to move my hands but they’re chained above my head. My world is plunged in darkness and I can’t move more than an inch. I try to speak but there’s a gag in my mouth. My fight or flight instincts are kicking in. My heart is pounding against my chest and my mouth is dry. With my eyes covered, my other senses kick in. I can hear footsteps somewhere in the distance and the stench is overwhelming. The body next to me shifts and I hold my breath, praying whoever it is won’t touch me. They grunt and growl, trying to move. I can’t stand being in the dark like this so I try to work the blindfold free with my forearms. The chain tying me to the bed rattles with every movement of my head against my arms but I keep going. These assholes want to intimidate me, they better do better than this. After all the torment I endured with Bloody Scorpions, this is child’s play.

  I manage to get the blindfold moved up onto my forehead and I blink, trying to adjust my blurry vision. I slowly turn my head and find Bones lying next to me. His eyes are dark and wild. When he sees me watching him, he inhales a deep breath through his nose and his eye lids flutter shut. He’s naked except for his boxers. Blood, cuts and bruises mar his skin and his arm is at an odd angle above his head.

  I shiver from the cold and Bones’ eyes pop open. He shifts on the bed, trying to use his body heat to keep me warm. He’s trying to tell me something, but with the gag in his mouth, I can’t understand him. I try to work the gag off my mouth the same way I did with the blindfold. Bones does the same. Whoever put them on must not have thought we’d figure out how to remove them because they’re not tied too tight.

  “Daisy,” Bones croaks. He swallows trying to produce spit. “Are you hurt?”

  I shake my head, “Not really, but you’re bleeding.” Concern for Bones takes over and I try to break free from these chains.

  “I’ll be fine. It’s just a little cut on my head.”

  “Who are they?” I whisper, afraid if I talk too loudly, they’ll come in.

  “I’m not sure. They had an Irish accent. That’s all I know.” Bones grunts when he tries to move his arms above his head.

  “Bones, stop. It looks like your arm is broken.”

  “I’m not going to sit here and let them get away with this shit, Daisy. I promised Torch I’d keep you safe or die trying. And if it’s my time to go, I’ll take as many out as I can. But I can’t do that chained to this fucking bed.” Bones rattles the bedframe trying to free his hands but it’s no use.

  “Bones, stop.” The fear in my voic
e makes Bones halt. Needing a distraction, I ask, “How’d you get the road name Bones?”

  Bones releases a low chuckle. “It’s not cool like Torch or Blayze.”

  “Tell me anyways. Something to keep me distracted and having a full-on panic attack.”

  Bones has a faraway look on his face and a smile graces his bruised and bloody face. “I was fresh into the club a couple of years ago and the guys thought it would be funny to strip me down naked and tie me to a chair. I was drunk off my ass and wet behind the ears. The closest I came to pussy back then was on T.V. See, I grew up in a Catholic home and sex before marriage was prohibited. Abstinence was policy under my parents’ roof. Anyways, the brothers wanted to give me something to experience so they had the patch whores parade in front of me, naked. Never having seen a pussy in real life, I immediately popped a boner and if a patch whore even breathed on me; I was a goner. Reminded them of the movie American Pie, where the guy comes just by looking at the hot chick. No matter how many times I’d come, a patch whore would shove their tits or pussy in my face and I’d pop another one. The brothers started calling me Bones after that.”

  I can’t help but laugh. “Oh my God. That’s funny shit. Do you still have that problem now?”

  Bones and I look down at his boxers and there’s a little chub. “Woman, Torch is going to fucking kill me if I pop a boner while lying next to his Ol’ Lady.”

  “Puppies, baseball, football. Your grandmother’s saggy boobs.” I blurt out.

  “What the fuck?” Bones looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “Trying to come up with things to make your boner go down.”

  “Well Torch killing me, did the trick. And I don’t want to think about my grandmother’s saggy tits.” Bones shivers.

  “Well, isn’t this fucking cute.” A raspy voice growls from the doorway, his Irish accent is thick. I turn my head and an older man is standing in front of the door with a disgusted look on his face. “A whore just like your mother.” He bites out, glaring at me. Bones’ body goes stiff next to me.

  “Who are you and how do you know my egg donor?” I ask.

  “Your egg donor as you call her, is my son’s wife. She was a whore back then and the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.” The man steps into the room. “Wearing one man’s brand but cuddling up to another. Whore just like her.”

  I open my mouth to refute but the evil gleam in his eyes makes me keep my mouth shut. My mind shuts down the closer this man gets. He’s so close I can smell his cologne.

  “Why are you doing this and what do you want?”

  “You’re going to be sold off anyway so I might as well fill you in.” He brushes his hand against my cheek and I close my eyes, trying to fight off the fear trying to take hold. He grips my chin in his hand and pinches my jaw hard. “Your boyfriend or fuck buddy got too close. So, I had no choice but to take you myself and stop you from finding your real parents. Razor couldn’t hold up his end of the bargain to bring you to me.”

  My eyes snap open at the mention of Razor’s name. “What are you talking about?”

  “You think the Bloody Scorpions took you by chance? No. That was all me. They were supposed to bring you to me but you escaped throwing a kink into my plans.”

  “You’re the reason they didn’t rape me like the other women?”

  “I told them they didn’t touch you. That your virginity was worth more on the black market. Especially being a granddaughter to the Prime Minister of Ireland. I had a lot of buyers ready to give me millions for your virgin pussy.”

  “You’re my grandfather?”

  He releases a sigh of disgust. “Unfortunately, yes. Alan O’Brian, Deputy Prime Minister. Your mother couldn’t keep her legs closed. My son could only resist for so long. He is a man and proved he couldn’t keep it in his pants. But when she’d flaunt her pussy in his face, he gave into temptation and here you are. They named you Stormy. Fitting for all the issues you caused and are still causing.”

  My blood boils the way he thinks me being here is my biological mother’s fault. “Well grandpa Alan, I have news for you. Bloody Scorpions didn’t hold up their end of the deal. They sent me to a guy who raped me.”

  “You’re a liar.” His grip on my jaw tightens, causing the bones to crunch together.

  “Am I? How do you think I escaped? J.J. was raping me and the Royal Bastards caught him red handed.”

  Fire lights up his eyes and he releases my jaw. I move it trying to work the sting out. Alan moves away from me and he pulls out his phone. He dials a number and speaks when whoever he calls answers. “Get me Razor now.” He pockets his phone before turning back to me. “Let’s find out how true your statement is.”

  There’s shouting and shuffling by the door until the man who tormented and tortured me is dropped on the floor. He has blood dripping from his nose and cuts on his face. Razor’s eyes land on my naked body and he sneers. I try to shield myself from his stare but there’s nowhere to hide.

  Bones growls low in his throat and shakes the chains above his head. “If you want to keep your eyesight, motherfucker, keep them off her.”

  Razor smirks, “Like you can do anything, Prospect.” Razor rises to his feet and heads toward me. The look of want and hatred shines across his face. Before he can reach me and put his nasty hands on my body, Alan steps up behind him and grabs him around the throat, putting Razor to his knees.

  “Did one of your men touch her?” Alan’s ferocious voice booms across the room. His grip on Razor’s neck tightens.

  “No.”

  “No? So, she wasn’t raped and that’s how she escaped?” Alan’s hold on Razor's throat is so tight, his face is turning red.

  “He wasn’t anyone who worked for me.” Razor squeaks out.

  “Who was he?”

  “Drew’s brother J.J. I swear I didn’t know Drew took her to him.” Razor’s eyes never leave my body the entire time, making me want to take a shower. “I would have fucked that virgin pussy but I like money more. I swear it wasn’t any of my men.”

  Alan’s grip loosens around Razor’s neck and he lets him go. Razor is coughing and trying to catch his breath. Before anyone can blink, Alan pulls out a gun and shoots Razor in the head, killing him instantly. His body drops to the floor in a heap. Razors' blood and brain matter land all over me and Bones. I try to hold back a scream but it rips past my lips.

  “I told you no one was to touch her.” Alan spits on Razors' dead body.

  I’m hyperventilating and Bones is trying to soothe me but I have brain splattered all over me. The contents of my stomach work their way up my throat and I turn my head to the side and gag. My ears are ringing from the gunshot. I keep dry heaving until a strong hand grips my head, pulling my hair.

  “You’re a mess, Stormy. I can’t be having buyers see that.” Alan unhooks my chains from the bedpost and stands me up. He wraps the chains around my wrists, securing me again. Bones fights and rattles his chains trying to get to me but it’s useless.

  Alan pulls me into the bathroom and flings the curtain back, revealing a rusty old shower. “Get cleaned up. No one wants a dirty little girl.” His dark eyes leer at me and a shiver of dread skates over my body.

  “How? You have me in chains, grandpa.” I hold my hands out to him to prove my point.

  “Figure it out, bitch. I don’t have all day. The longer you take, the more I’ll take my thinning patience out on your new fuck buddy.” He walks from the bathroom, leaving me alone and I hear a loud crack and Bones grunts.

  Shit. I hurry into the shower and turn the spray on. I don’t remove my underwear, leaving some modesty. The cold water cascades over my body but it won’t turn hot. Shivering, I use my hands to wash myself the best I can. There’s an old bar of soap resting on a rusty ledge. Sighing in defeat, I use the bar of soap to wash my body, praying I don’t get a bacterial infection. But if Alan can do what he wants to, an infection won’t be the worst thing I will suffer from.

  Once I have
all of Razor’s brains off my body and I’m as clean as I can be, I turn the water off and look for a towel to dry off with. Alan is in here, watching me. He has smears of blood on his hands. He hands me a ratty old towel that’s seen better days. Alan doesn’t say anything about me still in my underwear which is now wet from my shower.

  “Move your ass back to the bed now. I’ve taken the pleasure of having it cleaned for the princess.” The way he says princess with a sneer, sends my heart into panic mode. Did he kill Bones?

  I wrap the towel around my chest and carefully step into the room. Bones is still here, but he’s now tied to a chair at the foot of the bed. Blood drips down his nose and onto his cut. His eyes are swollen shut and he isn’t moving but I can see the rise and fall of his chest, so I know he’s still alive.

  “Drop the towel and get on the bed. Hands above your head.” Alan commands.

  I hesitate and Alan yanks Bones’ head back by his hair and holds a knife up to his neck. That gets me moving. I carefully step over Razor’s body and try not to get his blood on my bare feet. The last thing I want is a Royal Bastard to die because I didn’t comply. I’d never be able to live with myself.

  Once Alan has my hands and feet secured to the tattered bed, he runs his palms down my body. It’s disgusting and I want to vomit but I hold it in. I stare right into his eyes and don’t show weakness. He slips his hands away and stalks to the door. “I’ll be back later. Enjoy your time while you can.” Alan slams the door behind him and it rattles against the frame.

  “Bones. Bones. Are you OK?” I whisper shout. He doesn’t answer and doesn’t move. “Bones.” I rattle the chains trying to get his attention but nothing. He’s out cold. Fuck. I’m screwed. As the night, at least I think it’s night drags on, exhaustion takes over my body and I can’t stay awake any longer. I don’t know what’s going to happen or how, but I can’t keep my eyes open.

  I dream about a sexy as sin biker coming to my rescue and never leaving my side again. I dream of little bikers running around our house and I dream of being happy. No one knows what reality will bring, but at least I have this. I had this time with Torch to cherish until my last breath.