Knight's Unforeseen Change (Wicked Angels Book 1)

by Erin Osborne

  Waking up, my mouth is dry as hell, my head is pounding, and I feel like I’m going to be sick. The room is spinning and I have no idea how I even got back here. Other than talking to the guys and letting them know I’m the reason why Onyx is missing, I don’t remember a damn thing.

  While I’m still lying in bed, I hear the door open. It’s not one of the guys because they wouldn’t come in here. Or they would make their presence known if they had to come in to talk to me. The only reason they’d be entering my room is if there’s an update on Onyx.

  For mere seconds my hopes get lifted as I think of the possibility of Onyx being found and I can go see her now. Barely lifting my head up, my eyes slits, I see Isabella coming in. She’s trying to be sneaky about coming in the room so she doesn’t wake anyone up.

  I just lay back and wait to see what she’s going to do. I’ll catch her doing something I don’t like and then it’s just one more nail in her coffin for being our manager. At this point, I don’t know she’ll see the light of day again outside of a jail or prison. That’s what I’m hoping for anyway. Isabella seriously needs help.

  Isabella strips off her clothes and I watch through the slits in my eyes as she stands there, running her hands up and down her body, watching me sleep. I’m fully clothed still as none of the guys would have wanted to strip me down to even my boxers.

  After a few minutes, she begins to climb on the bed. Isabella climbs up my body and starts to undo my belt before going for the button and zipper on my jeans. Fuck this!

  Jolting up in bed, I take her by surprise. Isabella startles and then a smile graces her face. She thinks I’m on board with this shit happening. I don’t fucking think so.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I growl out, grabbing her wrists away from my cock.

  “Knight, you know you want me. I’m the one you’re meant to be marrying, not Onyx. You don’t even know her. You’ve known me for a while and I know you feel the same way I do,” she says.

  “The fuck I do. I love Onyx and she’s the only one who gets to touch me. You’re nothing to me. Soon, you won’t even be our manager. Get the fuck out of my bed and back on the fucking bus you deserve to be on until the label decides what to do with you,” I yell at her.

  “What’s going on in here?” Diesel asks coming to the door.

  “Isabella was going to get me to fuck her so she could rub it in Onyx’s face,” I growl out at my friend. “I want her off the fucking bus. Don’t even let her stop to get dressed before kicking her the fuck off.”

  “You can’t do that to me,” she says, looking panicked and angry as hell. “I’ll sue you for everything you have if you do.”

  “You don’t have a leg to stand on. Go ahead and call the cops. I’ll make sure to let them know you were climbing in my bed and trying to take what I wasn’t willing to give you,” I tell her.

  “Knight, you know you want me. You’re always touching me, talking to me, and trying to be close to me. Well, you were until that slut came on the scene,” she says.

  “You’re living in a fucking fairy tale. I don’t want you and have never wanted you,” I say. “Diesel get her out. I’ll let you know about the cops when I can wake up more.”

  Isabella tries to act as if she’s crying so I don’t call the cops on her. Or that I’ll take pity on her and let her stay on the bus. It’s not going to happen because I don’t want her and I’ve never wanted her. If I did, I could’ve had her any number of times and I’ve never gone there.

  Once she’s out of my bed, I hear her screeching and yelling waking everyone up. I flop back down on the bed and close my eyes. The only thing I want to do is get a little more sleep, so after checking my phone and seeing no one has called or messaged me, I let sleep claim me once more, thoughts of Onyx filling my head.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Onyx

  I’M STILL IN the damn SUV. I have no clue how long we’ve been driving since I’ve been in and out of consciousness after being hit in the head with something. I know it was more than a fist, but I’m not sure what connected with me.

  The men are still talking in the front of me. I can hear them talking about something other than me thankfully. And I can smell the aroma of food. My stomach growls as I haven’t had anything to eat since the night with Knight. I didn’t get a chance to grab anything to eat before they kidnapped me.

  I remain silent so the men don’t turn their attention toward me. As long as I’m not their focus, I’m not going to do anything to make me their focus. They can keep talking while I lay here and think of everything I’m losing out on.

  Before I can make a noise, the SUV slows way down and I can feel it turning. Since I can’t stop myself, I’m rolling in the back and hit my head once again off the hard plastic on the inside of the vehicle. Fuck, that hurt.

  I bite down the scream that wants to rip from my throat at hitting my head once again.

  Now, the SUV is bouncing down a different road. I’m thrown to and fro while the driver increases his speed. This trip is definitely going to leave its mark on me. I’ll have bruises and bumps all over my body for sure. There’s nothing I can do to stop it though. My hands are still bound and my feet are tied together. If I could think of something to do to stop myself, I’d do it.

  Before too long, the SUV stops and the men get out. There’s talking, laughter, and groans as they take their sweet time getting me out. I guess since I’m tied up, they’re not too concerned with me getting away from them. I’d rather they leave me in here if it means they don’t touch me.

  As I finish my thought, the hatch opens up. Immediately, a chill hits me and freezes me down to my bones. I can smell water in the air and hear the sound of boats rubbing up against piers. I’ve been around boats and the sound is pretty distinct.

  “Let’s go bitch,” one of the men yells.

  I’m roughly pulled from the back of the SUV and thrown over someone’s shoulder. At least they’re not making me walk I guess. Especially since I can tell the ground is uneven and rough as I’m jostled on the man’s shoulder. I don’t bother fighting because I don’t want to be dropped or give them any more of a reason for them to hurt me.

  A wind gust blows and my loose shirt is blown up. I can’t pull it back down so I leave it as is and just continue along for the ride. Seagulls suddenly pierce the air and I hope I’m still in whatever state we were in as thoughts of Knight suddenly fill my head again.

  Not too long-ago Knight and I were out exploring one of the towns we were in. We went down waterside and ate our lunch. The seagulls flocked to us, waiting and begging for one of us to drop something or toss something their way. We laughed at them as they all flocked together waiting for food. After a few minutes, Knight finally tossed a fry to them and they went crazy over the small morsel of food. Their cries were loud and they all tried to take it from the one bird who was lucky enough to capture it.

  Since I didn’t want them to fight over it, I threw a few more their way and then turned my back on their antics. Knight and I used to talk about them when we were laying alone or out exploring on our own. I’ll always associate seagulls with happy times and my fiancé.

  “Tie her the fuck up over there,” a new voice says. “Here’s the handcuffs. And don’t take the fucking bag off her head. I don’t want to have to fuck her over because she saw any of us.”

  “Um, excuse me,” I say, my voice small. “I have to use the bathroom.”

  “Don’t got a bathroom here. You’ll have a pail next to you to use,” the same voice says.

  “How will I see if I can’t have the hood taken off?” I question.

  “Figure it the fuck out,” he growls.

  My feet hit the floor and I’m pushed roughly against some sort of pole. I feel the ropes being cut from my hands and I shake them out for a second before they’re yanked behind my back. My body is pressed against a metal pole of some sort and it’s digging into my back as the man handcuffs me to the pole.
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  I hear him walk around me and stop just in front of me for a minute. He kicks a bucket toward me and lets me know it’s right next to me. My problem is I don’t have the use of my hands to get my pants and underwear down so I can do my business. I don’t bring that up though.

  “You gonna go or what?” he asks.

  “Um, I can’t. I don’t have hands to take my pants and underwear down,” I answer him.

  I hate hearing my voice sound so small and timid. It reminds me of all the times I’ve felt this same way during my years alone with my father. I don’t want to be this weak person anymore, so I steel my spine and wait for the men to decide what to do to me now.

  “For fuck’s sake,” a fourth man says.

  I hear foot stomps coming closer to me and I’m roughly yanked away from the chain. This time I can’t stop the scream from erupting from my throat. It feels as if my arms are being ripped from the sockets. Damn, this shit hurts.

  The handcuffs are unlocked from one wrist and I feel them being wrapped around something else so I’ll still be chained and not be able to get free from them. Before I’m released, the ropes are cut from my ankles and I feel something going around one of them. So I’m truly trapped with nowhere to go, but at least I’ll be able to go out of the bathroom and stretch out. Even if it’s on the floor with nothing to lay on.

  Damn these men have thought of everything to stop me from getting away.

  “There, now you can piss or whatever and have the use of one of your hands,” the man says.

  This time I hear two sets of feet stomping away. Then a door slams shut and I can only hear muffled voices. At least, I think I’m alone as I awkwardly get my pants and underwear off enough to squat down over the bucket so I can go to the bathroom.

  I do my business and try to get my clothes back in place. It’s not easy and I’m exhausted by the time they’re back in place, but I’m still alone, so I’ll take it.

  Leaning down, I push the bucket out of the way, being careful not to knock it over, and touch the surface beneath me. I feel dirt and coldness seeping into me. This is definitely not going to be good as I’m already cold, but I’m not going to remain standing for however long I’m here.

  Once I’m sitting against the pole, I carefully raise my free hand and pull the hood up to the point I can see. I’m in a room with shattered windows letting the breeze in with nothing to stop it. The entire floor is covered in dirt and all kinds of things hang from the walls surrounding me. It’s tools like you would find in a place used to flinging fish that have been caught in large quantities and then gotten ready to sell to the public.

  I gulp as I think of the damage those tools could do to my body. Looking around further, I see a makeshift door that was slammed. It doesn’t even look like it’s sitting on the hinges correctly. But I think if I can manage to get free somehow, my best bet would be the window. I may get hurt, but it’s better than taking my chances going against the men in the other room.

  For now, I lean back against the pole and look around for a minute to see if I can find anything close enough to unlock the cuffs and shackle around my ankle. Before too long, I pull the hood back in place and curl up on the dirt. The sounds, the coldness, and my hunger fade to the background as I latch onto the memory of seagulls and Knight while I let sleep claim me.

  When I wake up again, it’s because I’m being kicked. Booted feet are kicking me in the side as I jolt awake and scream. My head thrashes back and I hit it on the metal of the pole behind me. Another scream erupts from me.

  “Here’s something to eat,” one of the men says. “Hurry the fuck up with it.”

  A sack is thrown at my body and I go to sit up. Immediately I’m crumpled over in pain as the kicks to my ribs and the breath leaves my body. It hurts so much I can’t stop the tears falling from my eyes. But I know if I’m going to get any food into me, which I desperately need, I’m going to have to suck it up and eat something before it gets ripped from me.

  So, carefully, I sit up and lean back against the pole. Reaching for the sack of food, I carefully reach in and feel cold fries and the wrapper for a hamburger or something. I’m not too picky right now so I grab the burger and unwrap it, making sure the wrapper goes in the bag.

  Once I hear the door slam shut, I wait a minute and peel the hood back from my face. I’m once again alone in the room and I look down at the day-old looking burger in my hand. Peeling the bun back, I see it’s a cheeseburger with ketchup, mustard, and pickles on it. I take the pickles off and toss them in the bag before taking a bite of the frigid burger.

  I manage to get the burger down and some of the fries. The nauseous feeling in my stomach recedes a little and I lay back down on the cold, dirt covered floor. As long as I don’t move around, the pain dulls but doesn’t go away altogether. So, I try to get as comfortable as possible and shiver as the cold seeps into my bones and I long for a blanket to cover up with. It’s mundane and not very important in the grand scheme of things, but if I don’t warm up soon I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.

  As my eyes drift close on a semi-full stomach, I dream of getting married to Knight. I’m in the beautiful dress I picked up in the store wearing the jewelry to go with it. My feet are covered in a pair of white wedges that give me some much-needed height. I’ve got my long hair halfway up and the rest curls down my back. That’s not what has tears seeping from my eyes though. No, it’s the look in Knight’s eyes as he looks at me walking toward him. A look I’ll more than likely never get to see because I’ll be back with my father and he won’t allow me to leave his sight once I’m back there.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Knight

  AS I WAKE up, I hear a vibration coming from the end of my bed. Knowing my own phone is down on the stand next to my pants, I ignore the pounding in my head and climb down the bed to find a phone lying on the floor. It’s not mine and I know it’s not Onyx’s phone.

  It continues to vibrate, so I pick it up and answer the call but don’t say a word. My only goal is to find out who’s on the other end of the line.

  “She’s at the warehouse. I’ll be a day or two. I have to wrap up a few things here before I can go get my ungrateful slut of a daughter,” a man says, making the rage resurface as I realize he’s talking about Onyx. “You’ll have money put in your account like we discussed and the man is all yours. Make sure you have the ID to pick it up from the Isabella Martin account and not your married name.”

  I still remain quiet on the phone. I’m sure he’s expecting a response, but I’m not going to give it to him.

  “Isabella, make sure you’re at the warehouse when I get there. I’ll let you know when I’m flying out so you can get on the road. From what I understand, it’s going to take you at least six hours to get there,” the man says before hanging up. “Dress warm as it’s on the water and the guys said it’s freezing there.”

  I look at the phone and make sure the number is logged into the phone. Isabella doesn’t have a passcode or anything locking her phone, so I open the screen up and look at her messages. There’s a ton of messages to numbers not programmed into her contacts and I begin to read through them.

  Some of them are talking about picking up letters to give to Onyx. Others are talking about her being kidnapped and making sure she’s taken out of the equation. Permanently. My head spins as I rush from the room and burst into the bathroom. I barely make it to the toilet as the alcohol I drank last night makes an appearance again.

  Once I’m done, I brush my teeth quickly and run from the bus. I need to find Lash, Martin, and the guys to let them know of the new development. They’re all sitting outside the bus and I can tell more than one of them want to say something about the night I had last night and burying myself in the bottom of a bottle. One look at my face shuts them all up as they wait for me to let them know what’s going on.

  “I have a phone. Woke up to a phone call and I answered it,” I begin. “Let’s take this on the bus, so
no unwanted people can listen in.”

  Looking around, I see Isabella frantically searching for something. I know she’s looking for her phone and I smirk in her direction because she’s not going to find it. I’ll have it in my possession until it’s turned over to the Detectives investigating the case. They’ll be able to track down the numbers and find all the players involved in Onyx being kidnapped and taunted while we’ve been on the road.

  Once we’re all on the bus with the door shut, I go through and make sure all the windows are shut as well. I don’t want anyone, Isabella, trying to hide as she listens in on our conversation. She’s known exactly where Onyx has been since she got taken and I’m pissed as fuck about it. And about the shit she tried to pull when I was passed out drunk.

  “Here’s what happened,” I begin. “I woke up in the middle of the night to see Isabella coming into my room on the bus. She stripped and tried to get my pants off me before I stopped her. I wanted to see how far she was planning on taking it, but I wasn’t about to let her touch me. Onyx is the only one who has that right.

  “Anyway, we got her out of here and I passed back out. When I woke up a few minutes ago, I heard a phone vibrating on the floor at the end of the bed. I answered the call. I’m going out on a limb to say it was Onyx’s father talking about her being at some warehouse. It’s six hours from here and on the water somewhere.”

  I can see outrage on all the guys’ faces as they take in the information I’ve just given them. Lash quickly pulls out his phone and gives all the information to one of his guys. I show him the numbers from the messages so he can track them. It should rule out who’s who and where Onyx is being kept. If not, we’ll go to the Detectives and let them have the information so they can find her.

  “Oh, another thing. Did any of you know Isabella’s married?” I ask the guys in the band.

  They each shake their heads as it’s news to all of us.