“Cuff him to the chair. He’s about to see what happens when someone gets in the way. And if he says a word, you cut him.” The minute he lets go of me, I elbow him in the gut, spin and knee him in the balls. The bastard drops to his knees. I halt when Eden whimpers.
“Sit the fuck down or I’ll shoot her. Swear on that little boy's life I will.” Bile climbs up my throat when the fucker presses his gun to the top of Eden’s thigh, whispers something in her ear, and her eyes clench shut as she spreads her legs open wide. Her panties showing, my T-shirt she’s kept from day one hanging off her slender shoulder. Hold on, baby. Fucking hold on.
I struggle against the cuffs being placed over my wrists. I want to dropkick his damn minion dead when he circles the tape around my legs over and over, bounding me to this fucking chair. This fucker would be child’s game to me. His neck would be snapped in a second, but they hold the Queen of Hearts right now and know it.
“She’s beautiful. It’s a shame you’ve tainted her.” The man I dropped stands up and slams his gun into my face. The sting doesn’t compare to the one in my chest; the blood dripping from my cheek is cold compared to the boiling blood in my veins from what I’m witnessing from the man on the bed. The one scaring the fuck out of Eden. I’ll get out of this, and when I do, I’ll be cutting his fingers off and shoving them down his throat.
He runs his dirty hands up the outside of her leg, stopping shy of what’s mine. He pushes them open further, and I keep one eye on her face, the other on his hands. Silent tears fall from her pinched eyes. I’m mumbling everything I’m going to do to this men behind the confines of this room. He jerks her head back, runs his tongue up her neck, slides his hands up her sides, and cups one of her breasts while sliding the barrel of his gun back and forth across the other. Goddamn it.
“You have about four fucking minutes before my brothers come looking for me, asshole,” I growl, needing to sidetrack this fucker. They want to play Russian roulette, then bring it on.
The evil bastard throws his head back in laughter. “Good, I only need three for what I want to do. Ricky told us how sweet her sister was. How her pussy dripped and tasted of the sweetest fruit. I need to know if it was just another one of his lies.”
My heads jerked back and a cold blade slides down my cheek, but my eyes remain on her. They can do whatever the hell they want to me as long as they stay the hell away from her.
He walks over to the bed, presses the gun into Eden’s temple. All the self-constraint she’d been gripping on to shatters. The slimy prick runs his palm down her front, slow and on purpose. He’s going to die. Motherfucking die, but not before he experiences a form of his own torture. The tips of his fingers dip into Eden’s panties.
“Please, don’t do this,” she begs, her entire body convulsing.
“Begging gets you nowhere with me, sweetheart,” he spits.
“Stop,” I roar. “Fucking stop.”
I’m struck again in the side of the head with the end of a gun. Alejandro roars in laughter and Eden screams at the top of her lungs. He rips his hand that was inches away from destroying her and slaps her face.
“Keep fighting, baby. The brothers will be here,” I grit out.
“Cut that fucker and make him watch this,” Alejandro demands.
A knife slices across my chest, cutting into my white shirt and flesh. My leather cut saving the majority of my chest. The fucker begins cutting it off me, nicking my flesh. This bastard just guaranteed his fucking death warrant.
Alejandro pushes Eden back on the bed, sealing his lips to hers. He’s a fucking sick and twisted fucker attacking her lips. It only lasts a few seconds before he sits up roaring in Spanish.
“Hijo de su puta mande! Vas a pagar por lo que hiciste.” What the hell did he just say?
Eden continues to fight underneath him, while the other one holds her down.
“Cunt,” he roars, lifts his face several inches from hers. His bleeding tongue dripping down on her. She must have bit him.
He backhands her with his Glock, knocking her out cold. The sight of her limp body petrifies every single cell inside of me, wiping away the rage, leaving behind the promise of terror and loss.
“Move,” Alejandro orders. “Continue on with the plan. I’ll fuck this bitch later until she’s bleeding from every single fucking hole.”
The door to the room swings open. A small part of me feels vindicated knowing it’s my brothers and a blood bath is about to ensue. This time with me as the victor. When I turn my head, I’m dead wrong. More of Alejandro’s men march in. There’s a fucking army.
I begin to fucking beg like a little bitch for them not to take Eden. They’ll break her down until she doesn’t remember who she is and then kill her. I open my mouth but then shut it when four of the fucking goons release me from the chair, throw a black bag over my head, and then begin beating the fuck out me. Blow after blow comes at me from every direction, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do but take it. My head snaps back, my stomach constricts, and the pain behind my eyes disorients me. I’m going to drown in these fuckers’ blood when I get to them. Watch them burn in fucking hell and roar with laughter.
“This bastard is a pig, boss.” Someone grunts as I’m lifted from the chair.
“Shut the fuck up, Ricardo, and get him out the back window.”
“We still leaving the girl, boss?” another voice asks.
“For now. I want the Diamond family to know this is the kind of shit that happens when you fuck with me. I’d love nothing more than to fuck her sweet pussy. Unfortunately, we don’t have time. Plus, she smells of him, so leave her be. She can thank this white trash for her life.”
I can see their fucking smiles through the darkness.
“My dick’s hard now, boss. She’s mighty fine.”
“And you're gonna be mighty dead, you fuckface,” I snarl through my anger and pain.
“Angelo, you greedy prick. Shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your head. Tape this fucker’s mouth shut.” The door slams and then I hear a lock click. “Figure we have a good fifteen minutes on his men before they bust through that door. Hell’s Lovers MC is about to find out what happens when they’re allies with the Diamond family. We can thank Ricky for putting all of this in the palm of our hand. Dumb fuck has no idea he should be rewarded instead of punished.”
I can barely stand up. Pain is shooting down my arms, across my chest, and down my spine. I manage to head butt someone when they try and put tape over my mouth. I can hardly see a thing with this cloth bag covering my eyes.
“Payback is gonna be a bitch,” I say when glass shatters everywhere from someone kicking out the window. The men struggle to manhandle me through it. I have to fight the urge to battle back. This is all kinds of fucked up, but it’s better than I expected. They’re taking me and not Eden. She’ll be left with my brothers and safe. Joke’s on these fucks because I just won.
“Gonna mark her, boss? Make her our property.”
My body thumps on the ground, glass cuts through my skin on the way out. My side landing on something hard. I can feel my ribs snapping.
“Hand me your knife.”
The next thing I hear tears out my fucking heart. Eden’s scream of agony. She was knocked out dead cold and brought back to reality courtesy of a sharp blade. They’ve messed with the wrong bastard. When vengeance comes, I’ll be carving the Hell’s Lovers’ logo into each of their fucking foreheads until my blade meets their skull.
I’m heaved up onto my feet with Eden’s cries and screams assaulting me. They begin pushing me away from the window. It’s my last chance and hope it doesn’t backfire on me because I need her to stay right there.
“Trust the club, Eden,” I roar. “Trust the club, baby!”
I’m rewarded with a punch to my cracked ribs and then knocked out with a blow to the back of my head right after I’m tossed in the back of a van.
My chin is resting on my chest and my mind begins to clear on
e tick at a time. I roll my head from side to side, forcing my eyes to open as far as they will go. A warehouse. Musty, rotting smell, water dripping next to me. I fight to move my hands, but they’re tied to the back of the chair. Each flex and movement blinding me with pain shooting up from my side.
Eden. The fear in her eyes. Her blood dripping from her head. That fucker touching her then knocking her out. It’s a potent explosion of anger. The pain in my body is nothing compared to the fucking rage racing through me. With a loud roar and ripping my hands up, I pull free from the fucking duct tape. These bitches may claim to be smart. They fucked up by leaving me alone. Now they are gonna see that they have met their match.
Getting my legs free, I toss the wooden chair into the wall and then run. The main area of the warehouse is fucking huge. However, there’s not a man in sight for me to kill. That’s all I see right now. The urgency to kill someone. It’s embedded in my skull. Dripping from my fingers. And I’m ready to drive my fist through some motherfuckers’ mouths.
I find a door and open it thinking sunlight will blind me. Wrong.
Three men, one woman bound on top of a disgusting mattress. Her body contorted with the men filling all of her.
“Puta Madre.”
“Agarrenlo antes que se vaya.”
They rattle off just as they tuck their dicks back into their pants.
I feel fucking sick.
The beaten woman begins screaming for help. Crying out and scratching at her skin. I see Clara. They reach for their Glocks, but not fast enough. I’ve lost all sense of clarity and decision-making skills. I take the first one down easily, sending his face straight into my knee. The second one comes at me swinging. A fist to his side takes the air out of him, sending him to the ground. Time to have fun, since the final one can’t seem to find his Glock.
I pound his face in. With each punch, something inside of me shatters and releases. Pent-up rage and anger swirling into fucked-up redemption. The woman’s cries long gone. I’m unable to turn my attention to her. My actions and body are no longer mine. I grip the sides of his head and twist until his fucking neck snaps and his body goes limp.
Standing to my feet, I’m still thirsty to kill the other two sick fucks. I glance over to the woman huddled in the corner trying to cover her body. What’s left of my heart and soul cracks right down the middle. She ain’t no fucking woman; she’s a damn kid.
“Are you—”
The barrel of a gun is pressed to the back of my head. The sound of it being cocked stops me.
“Down to your knees.”
I drop to them knowing I may have been the king of this fucked-up palace for a bit, but it’s their game and I’ll damn well play it to keep Eden and Wilder safe. My end game. Don’t regret the kill or beating the fuck out of the men. I’d never walk away from the shit I just witnessed.
Alejandro saunters in front of me with a sly grin on his face. “Admire your passion and drive.” He pulls out his own gun. “I see you caught my boys with their dicks out when they were supposed to be guarding you. Shame, shame.” He shakes his head from side to side. “No discipline. They always take their dessert before the main course.”
In a quick movement, Alejandro swings his gun and fires it. Brain matter paints the wall. He repeats the action. “Lesson learned.”
Screaming, so much fucking screaming. Blood and brains strewn about the place.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Alejandro roars, turning the gun on the girl in the corner. “They took my virgin pussy, but I’m not done with you yet.”
He orders one of his goons to take her to the safe house. I listen to every single detail needing to know exactly where his safe house is. That’s where I will find Wilder.
“East wing?” the goon asks.
“In my bed.” Alejandro rolls a toothpick between his lips. “Walk her up the lane naked to show the world she’s mine.” Jesus Christ. These men are messed up in the head. It’s no wonder Roan’s family took part of them out. Christ Almighty.
“Have the car, boss.”
Alejandro presses the gun to the temple of the man. Jesus Christ, this man is off his fucking rocker. From what I can tell, the goon is his right-hand man, and Alejandro doesn’t give two shits. Men like him are dangerous because everyone is disposable in their eyes.
“I said, walk her over there naked.” He presses the gun harder. The man doesn’t back up, standing like a stoic soldier. “And be back in fifteen minutes.”
The man races from the room, dragging the girl. Her knees scraping along the cement. Another group of fuckers enters the room. Alejandro continues to roll the toothpick between his lips, studying me.
“I should’ve made you fuck her, biker.” He jerks his chin. “With a gun held to your head.”
He roars in laughter, amused with his sick self. His other men don’t dare join in or move.
“Take him back out there, and let’s teach this biker bitch what happens when you tango with the Carlos family.”
I’m dragged back out to the center of the warehouse, while Alejandro rattles on about how his cousin was taken down by the Diamonds. It was him who went back to Mexico and built up their regime. His drug game strong in the States, but he never forgot about his thirst for revenge. Neither have they, fuckhead.
All of the puzzle pieces fall into place as I sit here and listen to this fucker tell me what we knew in the first place.
Ricky fucked up by owing Alejandro money. Zoe found out about it all and he killed her. Ran like the pussy he is. Demanded money from Eden to get his slimy ass out of hot water. The dumb fuck missed the memo with Alejandro, because according to him, you don’t mess up with him and live to tell it. We’ll see about that.
He was playing fucking mind games with Ricky then caught wind his dead girlfriend had connections to the Diamond family. Fucked-up thing is, she didn’t. Farthest from the truth. An event of chain reactions pulled us all together in this clusterfuck. Ain’t about to talk reason with Alejandro though. My brothers and the Diamonds are on it and will find me. It’s my job to survive until then.
“Armando, five minutes,” Alejandro says.
I look over to him not understanding what he means. It happens so fast I can’t even think to make it out. A big motherfucker that towers over me glares down and smiles. His teeth yellow and the front one missing.
“You throw a punch and you get shot. Each round is five minutes with a different man. One of our favorite games around here.” Alejandro’s voice fills the air. “Just a little reminder to never cross us.” Shit.
Armando slams his forehead down on mine without warning. Alejandro bellows with laughter in the background then barks for someone to start the timer. My head spins and throbs. Armando, not affected in the least, begins his beating. With each punch and the slamming of my back down onto the unforgiving concrete, rage builds up in me. When the slimy bastard decides to nail me in the nuts, I lose all control. My arms go into action, squeezing the sides of his head. My knuckles crack against his skull. Armando is stunned and swaying, but I don’t stop.
CRACK.
I smell the gunpowder first then feel the bullet lodged in my shin. The rest of Armando’s torture is nothing compared to what it was in the beginning. Pussy got rattled with a fair fight.
“Time!” Alejandro shouts.
Two more rounds and one gunshot pass before it seems the men grow bored. I’m bleeding fucking everywhere. Determination and love for my woman, my family, and my club are the things keeping me alive.
My chest heaves, blood blurring my vision, my back flat on the floor.
“It ain’t over yet,” Alejandro claims, bends, and lifts me partially up by my hair. “Shame. Shame. You’re not on my team. You’re a warrior. Never had a man go this long. Last round is your choice. Torch or slice and dice.”
I stare right into his cold, lifeless eyes. “Fuck. You.”
He spits in my face, tossing my head back down. It bounces off the cement floor. I’m
numb. I don’t even feel it. In fact, I feel nothing except the beat of my heart slowing down. These men won’t, and more importantly, don’t deserve to see me hurt. Fuck that shit. Where you at, Curtis?
The sound of a torch igniting to life, then intense heat starting at the bottom of my right boot creeping up my leg.
I lived. I loved, are my last thoughts before I give in to the torture. Peace surrounds me in the darkness. My body is weightless. I’m about to check the fuck out.
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Eden
The door to the room bursts open, yet I don’t move when wood splinters spray into the room. His smell still lingers on my skin. The taste of him in my mouth. The coppery scent making me sick. My head throbbing and my skin burning alive where he touched me. But none of that matters. Saxon. He told me to keep fighting. He was more than willing to go with them. I’m not a fucking idiot. Saxon would do the same thing a hundred times over for my safety.
“Eden.” My shoulders rattle. “Fuck, Eden, you need to talk.”
Curtis blurs in and out of focus. He never stops shaking me. Long moments pass before the reality sinks in. They can get Brick back. His brothers. They will kill every last one of them.
“They, they-uh, they took him.”
“Who?”
“Step the fuck back,” Katch roars.
His voice cuts into all the confusion swirling around in my head. He stands at the end of the bed with his hands on his hips and his stone-cold killer mask on. The man would scare demons, but in this moment, he comforts me. He’s pissed and out for blood, all for Saxon and Wilder. I focus in on his face, studying him and all the determination streaming from him. With each second that ticks by, I muster up the courage to speak.
“Cartel. They mentioned that. Spoke Spanish and were horrible.”
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