Knight's Unforeseen Change (Wicked Angels Book 1)

by Erin Osborne

  “I’m calling the cops. After the threatening notes she’s been getting, pictures of me delivered today after we left her, and everything else, I’m not taking any chances,” I tell everyone surrounding me.

  “You do that,” Lash tells me. “I’ve got our guy at the clubhouse trying to see if he can track her phone now. If it’s on and with her, he’ll be able to tell us where she is.”

  Nodding my head, I pull my own phone out. The first thing I do is try to call her. I should have already done that, but I just wanted to lay eyes on her. It goes directly to voicemail.

  “Knight, there’s no point in calling the cops yet. She probably just went off on her own when she couldn’t find anyone. Now, let’s go over a few things for today,” Isabella says, putting her hand on my arm.

  “There’s no way in hell Onyx would go off on her own. She’s fucking terrified and always makes sure someone knows where she is,” Diesel tells her, letting his anger come out full force.

  “I’m calling the cops, Isabella. I have nothing to go over with you. You want to go over things, there’s other people you can do that with. If you weren’t being such a bitch about adding more security to Onyx, she wouldn’t be gone right now,” I growl out. “But, we shouldn’t have all left her this morning either. That’s on me.”

  “Knight, they won’t do anything until she’s been missing over twenty-four hours. There’s nothing we can do right now. You have photo shoots and an interview to get to,” Isabella says, trying to get me to focus on anything other than my fiancé missing.

  “Fuck you! You’re gone. I’m calling the label as soon as I find my woman and you’ll be lucky to have a fucking job in this industry again,” I growl out. “With everything going on, the cops will take this seriously.”

  “Knight, my guy can’t get a trace on her phone. It’s either off or it’s been destroyed,” Lash tells me.

  “Fuck!” I yell out to the room. “Everyone out looking for her. Now!”

  Everyone in the room leaves in a hurry. The only ones to stay behind are Sabotage, Diesel, and Isabella. I’m not sure what the hell game she’s playing, but it’s not going to work. And I’ll be making sure full charges are pressed if I find out she has anything to do with this.

  “You can get the hell away from me,” I growl out to her. “I don’t want to see you or hear from you.”

  “But . . .,” she tries to say.

  “You heard Knight. Get out of here. If you’re not out searchin’ for Onyx, you have no business bein’ around Knight or any of us,” Sabotage growls out.

  “You have no business telling me what to do,” Isabella tells him, thinking she’s going to intimidate the man standing before her.

  “The fuck I can’t. No one here trusts you and I’ll be pointin’ the cops in your direction first,” he tells her. “Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of here and start doin’ somethin’ to find that sweet, innocent woman.”

  Isabella huffs and mumbles something under her breath. My blood is boiling and I’m ready to go the fuck off on her. Again. She knows something and until we find out what it is, there’s not much I can do. For now, I get on the phone with the cops and report my fiancé missing.

  The officer I talk to assures me he’s going to put an APB out on Onyx before he leaves the station and he’ll be right over to talk to us. As soon as I let Diesel and Sabotage know I’m just waiting on him to get here, they take off to begin searching for her. Well, I have a feeling Sabotage will be following Isabella to see if she leads him in any direction leading toward Onyx. Sabotage definitely has a soft spot for my woman. That just means he wants her back as much as I do and he’ll do everything in his power to make it happen.

  I head outside the venue and toward the buses. The few men left here are searching all over the place for either a sign of Onyx or anything to tell us where she is. Lash, Dagger, and Lock are standing close to our bus. Lock is kneeling down to the ground and I’m immediately interested to find out what he’s looking at. Unfortunately, I don’t want too many people around the area if they’ve found something, so I stay back and wait for them to come to me.

  Lash finally comes over to me.

  “It looks like a vehicle stopped, or took off, really quickly. There’s some tread marks on the pavement. Lock happened to notice them when he stopped to pull out his smokes. I’m goin’ to make sure no one gets close to them,” he tells me.

  “Are we sure they aren’t here from before?” I ask.

  “No, but it could be somethin’ involvin’ Onyx. I don’t want to take any chances,” Lash tells me.

  “Okay. Thank you. Cops are on their way here,” I inform him.

  Lash nods and takes off to look for something to mark the area off. Lock and Dagger don’t move and stop anyone from getting closer to the are the tire tracks are. It’s not too long before I see a car pull in the lot. They park in front of the bus and two men get out.

  “I’m looking for Mr. Wheeler,” one of the men calls out.

  “I’m Knight Wheeler,” I answer, walking over to the two men.

  “I’m Detective Michaels and this is my partner, Detective Armstrong,” Michaels tells me. “Let’s go over everything that’s been happening.”

  I take the Detectives on the bus and go over all the threatening notes she’s gotten. They have the last one she received in their possession already and I give them the other towns she got them in so they can call there and find out what those police departments have discovered. I still have the most recent pictures and hand them over to Detective Michaels.

  “What are these?” he asks, looking through them with gloves on his hands.

  “I found these scattered on the ground when I realized Onyx was missing this morning. I’m not even sure if that’s all of them,” I tell him. “They’re all from the past and have been in the tabloids.”

  “What exactly is your relationship with Miss Carrington?” Detective Armstrong asks me.

  “We’re engaged. Just got engaged a few nights ago,” I tell him.

  “Okay. Let us look around and see if we can find anything here. Then we’ll keep scouring the town and do a news conference later on today with whatever information we’ve found,” Detective Michaels tells me.

  “Oh, um, Lash and his guys found some tire treads not far from the bus. We don’t if it’s from today or something else though,” I tell him.

  “Okay. We’ll start looking there then,” Detective Michaels answers.

  I walk off the bus with them and point them in the direction of Lash. They walk over and exchange a few words with the President of the MC. I’m sure he’ll be adding his own opinions to what I’ve already told them. There’s a reason they were called in for Onyx and I don’t know what to do right now.

  Slumping down on a chair outside the bus, I put my head in my hands and do the one thing I haven’t done in a long time— pray. I say a prayer Onyx is okay and nothing has happened to her, and that we’ll find her and I’ll be able to bring her home safe and sound.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Onyx

  I’M STILL IN the back of the damn SUV. My arms have gone numb, my voice is hoarse as I’ve tried screaming every time the vehicle comes to a stop, and I think I may have messed up my ankle trying to kick out at anything I can come in contact with. Hell, maybe one of these times it will be one of the men who have kidnapped me.

  “Bitch, if you don’t knock your shit off, I’m going to take my time with you and make sure no one ever touches you again. I’ll scar you from the inside fucking out. You got me?” one of the men asks.

  “You won’t get the chance. My fiancé and the rest of the men know I’m missing by now,” I practically whisper because my throat hurts so bad.

  “No one’s coming for you. We’ve got an insider and they’re making sure no one gives a fuck you’re missing. You’ll be back where you belong before you know it,” he tells me.

  The only two people who come to mind are Isabella and my father.
They’re going to send me back to my prison and I know my father will never let me go again. He’s going to want to get his hands on my money. Especially when he finds out I’m getting more in a few years.

  Isabella has everything to gain from me being gone. She’ll have the band back to herself and Knight won’t be with me. She’s had it out for me since day one and I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything to her other than be with Knight. It’s not like I went in search of him— he pursued me.

  With nothing else to do, my mind begins to swirl with thoughts of what else Isabella has to gain by getting rid of me. My father believes he’s going to get his hands on my money. It would make sense for him to pay her to help him get rid of me. Especially after hearing the phone conversation the other day. Was that only yesterday?

  As thoughts fill my head about being forced back to my father’s house, I listen to the men in front of me. They’re talking about every vile thing they want to do to me. I’m trying not to get sick because I’d more than likely choke on it with the bag covering my head. I’ve never had anyone say the things they’re saying about me. At least not where I could overhear it.

  “I bet the bitch has a tight cunt,” one of the men says. “Well, it won’t be after we get done with her. That singer asshole won’t ever go near her again. She’ll be all alone for her father to do with as he pleases.”

  “I’m going to tear that ass up,” another man says.

  It goes on and on like that until thoughts of Knight fill my head and I block them out. He has to know by now I’m missing. Is he looking for me? Does he care? Or is Isabella got him off doing whatever was on the schedule today without telling him I’ve been taken?

  Then thoughts of the wedding we were supposed to have fill my head. We really haven’t talked about it much, but I don’t want anything over the top and I know Knight doesn’t either. We want something simple with just the guys from the band there. And maybe Martin and the guys who have been with us from the MC. They’ve all grown to be like big, overprotective brothers to me. Martin has become the father I never had. I’m going to miss them all.

  Knight is the one I cry for. I’m not going to get to marry him or have his babies. We’ll never buy a house or have the chance to do more than what we’ve already done. Even if I get out of this, these men want to violate me in ways I’ve only seen about in the news or in TV shows.

  “Shut the fuck up!” one of the men yells as I cry out for Knight and everything I’m going to miss out on.

  Before I can comply with his demand, something knocks me on the head and I see stars before blackness engulfs me.

  Waking up, I’m not sure how much time has passed. My head is pounding and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’t imagine how I’d be feeling if the bag wasn’t still over my head and light was blinding me. My stomach is roiling and I have to swallow down the throw up threatening to overwhelm me.

  As silently as I can, I try to move around to see if I’m still in the SUV. I am. Now, I can hear the road underneath me as the vehicle continues on a highway or something. It’s not a dirt road or anything like that because it’s smooth and not covered in potholes or anything.

  With the gentle rumble of the engine, the noise from speeding down the road, and the pounding in my head, I almost start to black out again. At least until I hear one of the men talking.

  “Yeah, we got her. We’re on our way to the location now,” he says.

  There’s a pause as I try to concentrate and not let the blackness swallow me hole again.

  “We’ve been listening to the scanner. They’ve got an APB out on the bitch. No one will see her in the SUV. It’s got blacked out windows and she’s tied up so no one will know she’s in here. Got things to throw over her if we hit a roadblock or anything like that,” the same man says. “Call you when we get there.”

  With nothing to do, I let the blackness finally take me under again. This time, not only do pictures of Knight flash through my head but pictures of a little boy fill my head too. He looks so much like Knight, I wonder if it’s my fiancé when he was a baby. It’s not like I’ve seen pictures of him to tell.

  Or maybe my mind is playing tricks on me. I want to have a future with Knight so bad and it’s not going to happen anymore. There’s no future for me other than being locked in my father’s prison once again. This time, I won’t be allowed out at all except when he needs me, and I’m sure there will be threats and ways to ensure I act according to his demands when I’m allowed out in public with him.

  Chapter Thirty

  Knight

  ONYX IS STILL missing. The Detectives have done their press conference, much to Isabella’s disgust. They’ve called me to let me know they haven’t found anything on the letter and they can’t be sure the tracks near the bus weren’t from the past, so they’re at a dead-end right now.

  Frustration, panic, dread, and guilt fill me as I sit on my ass and wait for news about my woman, the love of my life. Everyone has been giving me a wide berth because I’m not talking to anyone. If I do open my mouth, I’m growling out responses and yelling at everyone. I won’t calm down until my woman is back with me. Where she belongs.

  Well, not everyone is leaving me alone. Isabella is still trying to get up next to me. I’ve brushed her off, tried locking myself in the room I share on the bus with Onyx, and screamed in her face. Nothing is getting her to back off and leave me alone. The women truly has something screwed up in her damn head if you ask me.

  Martin left as soon as he got back. When he found out Onyx was gone, he flipped his shit and took off in the SUV. The guys had just managed to grab the bags from the back and deliver everything he had picked up for everyone. Including the run to the liquor store.

  He’s upset, pissed, and I know he’s not going to rest until Onyx is back with us. Martin acts as a father to all of us when we’re on the road, but with Onyx, he takes that a step further. He always puts her before anyone else and wants to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible and has everything she wants and needs on the road. If it weren’t for him, Lash and his guys wouldn’t be here with us.

  I know Sabotage feels just as bad as Martin and I do. He’s been keeping tabs on Isabella and I’m sure they’re monitoring her calls and messages. If anyone can do that shit and keep it below the radar, it’s them. For now, nothing has happened to point us in the right direction, or any direction, to find her.

  As more time passes, I sink further into the despair weighing me down. All sorts of images continue to run through my mind about what’s being done to her. Her being tortured and things I don’t even want to think about flit through me on a loop and I want to lash out at anyone and anything in front of me. Isabella got that first-hand when she tried to talk us out of cancelling the show tonight. None of us, including the guys from Someday Never Comes, want to go on stage tonight. Not when Onyx is out there somewhere.

  Knowing I’m not going to get anymore news tonight, I grab a bottle and twist the cap off it. I don’t bother grabbing a glass or anything else as I drink straight from the large bottle of Jack Daniels. If I can’t do anything to find my woman, I’m going to drink enough so I don’t have the images running through my head. I can’t handle them anymore and drinking is the only way I’m going to get them to leave.

  Taking the bottle with me, I walk off the bus and take a seat in the chairs by the bus. This is one of Onyx’s favorite places to sit when it’s starting to get dark out. She loves to look at the stars as they begin to emerge in the darkening sky.

  I look up and see the pink, oranges, and blues all mixing together as dusk begins to materialize. There’s no sounds of traffic, people talking or laughing, or anything else as I let the peacefulness of the day settle over me. It’s not going to bring me inner peace because Onyx is still missing. But, I’ll relish the time of day she loves and look at it for her. Hope fills me that she’s able to look at it while I am.

  “Want to slow down with that?” Diesel asks, taki
ng a seat with me.

  “Nope,” I respond, not bothering to look at him.

  “Knight, I know you’re upset but Onyx wouldn’t want you to find yourself in the bottom of a bottle. She’d want you to be thinking of her and what you’re going to do when she comes home,” he tells me.

  “You wanna know what I think of when thoughts of her fill my head today? Thoughts of her being tortured, raped, and even worse than that. They won’t go away. I should be thinking of her laughing, happy, and joking around with everyone,” I tell him. “I brought this on her. Onyx being kidnapped is my fucking fault and there’s nothing I can do to bring her back.”

  “It’s not your fault, Knight,” Memphis says, joining us. “We all know Onyx has been a target since day one. I think we also know who’s had it out for her. For now, we need to let the cops do their job and let Lash keep his guys on it too. Onyx will be home before you know it.”

  “I’m the one that wanted her in the band and on tour with us. Don’t tell me this isn’t my fucking fault,” I yell out, beginning to slur my words as I gulp down more alcohol. “When she comes home, I’m letting her go. No more band and no more being in my life.”

  A sob threatens to overtake me as I swallow it down. I’m not going to sit here and cry my feelings out in front of my friends. Crying isn’t going to do a damn thing to bring Onyx home. But the thought of her not being in my life any longer kills me. My heart shrivels up and dies in my chest. Oh, it’s still pumping blood through my body but I’ll never love anyone again.

  “You’ll feel differently once you’ve quit drinking and realize Onyx is coming home,” Diesel tells me.

  No one else says a word as I sit back, tilt my head to the sky and continue to drink myself into oblivion. I don’t see Isabella sitting on the ground watching me or Sabotage sticking to the shadows to watch the bitch. No, the only thing I focus on is drinking the bottle until I pass out.