Envy

by K. T Fisher

  I frown at him and he explains further.

  “She’s sleeping a couple doors down, locked away safe.” He quickly adds.

  I begin to cry. I didn’t want Lauren back in this and now Savage is here, it’s even more of a fucked up situation. I did this so Lauren wasn’t dragged back into this, I thought that’s what I had agreed to!

  Savage roughly grabs me, glaring at seeing me cry. “You need to toughen up if you want to survive.”

  “I don’t want you.” I try to shrug him off.

  “That doesn’t matter because I want you and that’s all that matters. Lauren will be my official Old Lady and you will by my personal whore.” He informs me.

  My eyebrows rise and a half amused look spreads across my face. “Sounds lovely.”

  Savage appears to not appreciate my sarcasm and stands from the bed, dragging me up with him. Pain ripples through me and I hold my scream of protest. He looks down at the black dress I was wearing to the funeral, it’s ripped across my chest, showing the curve of my breasts. His eyes stay glued to my exposed chest and I feel a sense of danger.

  “Your dress is ripped, you might as well get rid of it.” He says, ripping away the material from me as I fight to hold it against me.

  I need to fight him back if I’m going to have a chance of getting away. When Savage grabs me, holding both of my upper arms I take my opportunity and kick him good and hard in the balls. It has immediate effect and Savage grabs himself, whimpering in agony.

  I turn and run for the door, not caring that I’m just in my bra and thong. But when I yank open the door, two men are standing guard. They look shocked to see me, and when I try to barge past them one of them pushes me down to the floor like I weigh nothing at all.

  “Prez?” Asks one of them.

  Not bothering to answer Savage roars as he jumps up and storms over to me. He tries to make a grab at me, but I kick and punch up at him and its works but only for about a minute or so. Savage becomes impatient with me.

  “Enough of these games!” He shouts and manages to pull me up to a standing position.

  “Get off me!” I shout as he backs me up against the wall behind me.

  “Fuck off!” He shouts to the two men who are still watching from the door.

  They scurry away leaving us alone and the door wide open. I could still get away from Savage. I just need to figure out how.

  Savage begins to kiss my neck and I cringe, hating that his lips are on my skin. He doesn’t deserve to kiss me. I punch at him and scratch at any piece of flesh I can reach but he doesn’t stop or move away.

  Getting tired of my fighting hands, Savage grabs both of my wrists and secures them above my head with just one of his hands. How am I supposed to fight him off, he’s freaking huge! But then one of Devlin’s self-defence lessons enters my mind. He had showed me a move that he said could be very painful and I had to try.

  With both Savage’s hands busy, I kick my knee up and it hits him in the balls again. His hands tightens on my wrists as he screams but I try to wriggle them free. Eventually, his hold loosens and I’m able to free my hands. Remembering what Devlin had taught me, I grab Savage’s head and smash it into my knee. He screams again, holding his nose as he falls back against the wall.

  I make a run for it, this time looking for anyone standing outside the room but the hall is empty. I run across the hallway, looking for a way out. This place just looks like a standard house, but large. I pass a couple of doors and I think about which one could Lauren be in? Was he telling the truth about her? He could be lying and she could be back at The Kings clubhouse.

  I try the doors as I pass though, but they’re empty. A loud bang from behind me alerts me that Savage is coming. I quickly open the last door, praying that Lauren’s not here and that Savage was just trying to get to me but as the door opens, I see her. My best friend lying on a bed, totally passed out.

  I run into the room and approach her sleeping form. “Lauren.” I whisper beside her.

  I shake her. “Lauren, wake up please!”

  I can’t leave her here, but I’m not strong enough to carry her out whilst not getting caught.

  “Lauren please!” I shake her again, but nothing happens.

  Tears blur my vision, looking down at my best friend. What the fuck am I going to do?

  “Told you she was here.” Savage says from the door way and I freeze.

  I don’t bother looking at him, I continue to look down at Lauren. She looks so beautiful, although I do notice some marks on her face. Why is she here?

  Pain hits the back of my head as its yanked back. “Don’t fucking do that again.”

  Savage doesn’t let go of my hair as he walks out the room, dragging me with him.

  “Lauren!” I scream. “Please wake up!”

  “She ain’t waking up any time soon.” He laughs.

  As he drags me back, I fall to the floor in a clumsy heap but Savage doesn’t care. He continues to drag me back to the room all the while telling me exactly what he wants to do to me and how he’s going to punish me.

  I can’t help but scream from the pain. It fucking hurts. My head feels like it’s on fire!

  We finally make it to the room and he lets me go. Savage turns his back and there’s a second of silence, and in that one second I’m sure I heard a bang before the door slams shut.

  Whatever is happening downstairs doesn’t matter because Savage turns to face me with a murderous look on his face.

  Before we head towards the address Strike gave to us, Dad decides to give Spliff a call to check up on the clubhouse.

  “Did you mean that?” I ask Grim.

  “If Lauren and Natasha are at the address, then I’ll do my best to look out for his sister.” Grim replies seriously.

  I watch him as he straddles his bike, wondering how that would be possible if Strike’s sister lives in America.

  “Right boys!” Prez shouts. “Everything’s all good back home, so let’s go and get our girls!”

  The brothers cheer their agreements as Dad makes his way to Grim and me.

  “Bomber is at the clubhouse.” He speaks quietly.

  “Shit.” Grim grumbles.

  “Better not tell Scrappy.” I warn.

  “Agreed.” Dad nods. “He’ll have to find out when we get back, I need everyone focused on getting Natasha and Lauren back for now.”

  He leaves to get on his bike and we all follow, heading out to the address Strike gave us. I don’t know what to think. Is Strike telling us the truth or is he throwing us into the fire?

  I have no fucking idea what we’re walking into. I understand that Strike would want to look out for his sister but at the same time he’s never shown anybody any sort of compassion so why her?

  Thirty minutes later we find ourselves pulling up to a large house. We stop our bikes a small walk away from the house. Again, it’s in the middle of nowhere. Convenient for whatever they have planned and the loud music they’re playing. The music is an advantage for us because any noise we happen to make is drowned out. Fucking stupid of them if you ask me but then again that’s the Devils. Before they had Demon and Strike to keep them in line but now they’re both gone they look to Savage. However Savage is more interested in having his hands on the girls and not thinking about the actions of his men.

  Makes me wonder how fucking decent the US Kings of Rebellion brothers are to keep it together when Savage doesn’t pay attention to shit. Maybe his VP did all the work?

  We spilt into two groups and have a look around the building, making sure there’s no surprises from the outside. We all meet back up around the back and I’m just fucking itching to get in there and get my woman back.

  “Listen up.” Prez announces. “We split into groups and go room to room, the house is a big fucker so we need to be careful. We don’t know how many men are in there so keep your eyes open. If you see the girls, protect them and get them the fuck out of there.”

  Grim and I are together
, nobody argues because they know we have the most to lose in this fight. Leaving the rest of the men to go wherever they have been ordered to by Prez, Grim and I walk thought the front door. But before I walk through, Grim stops me.

  “We will get them back.” He walks pass me, holding his gun high and gives me a murderous grin. Grim the VP of The Kings is in full control right now. God help anyone who gets in his way, Lauren is the only woman he has loved and he will do anything to get her back. Just like I want Natasha back, I knew I loved her and cared for her but now that we’re in this position I’m blown away by how much she means to me.

  The music is loud and it works for us to cover our footsteps through the house. It kicks off pretty quickly, as soon as we enter a Devils member stands in front of us looking shocked to see us. I punch him square in the face knocking him to the floor. As he lands another Devil walks by and spots us. Grim takes care of him while I see to the motionless member on the floor.

  It goes like that room to room as we get deeper into the mess. The house is a shit hole! Whores and drugs litter the rooms as we clear our path. Prez didn’t want us to go in here with the intent to kill, that’s not us as an MC. We’re together because we love motorcycles, we have shares in certain businesses and work at the businesses the club owns. Trouble does follow us though and sometimes we have no choice. So, unless we’re at danger, Prez wants us to knock them out instead, which can be a little harder but it’s working wonders for my stress levels.

  The house on our level now becomes quiet, less Devils can be found and it’s not long until Grim and I meet Dad and Baby. Dad has blood splattered over his chest and I rise my eyebrows in question.

  “Put down a Devil.” He grumbles.

  Grim can’t help but smile. “One rule for yourself and another rule for the rest of us.”

  “I had no choice.” Dad snaps, but I see the pleasure in his eyes.

  Out of the corner of my eye I spot a man I don’t know. Obviously a Devil. He doesn’t know that I’ve spotted him and when I make eye contact with Baby, a silent agreement comes to plan.

  “Now.” I announce and Baby steps to the side.

  As Baby steps to the right, I swing a punch to the left, hitting the Devil straight in his face. He lands to the floor, groaning whilst holding his face. Grim whistles in praise and Dad just shakes his head.

  I kneel down beside him. “You have our women. Where are they?”

  “Upstairs.” He squeals. “Savage is with them.”

  I look down at him with disgust and Grim gives his another swing to the face, knocking him out cold.

  Scrappy, Uncle Brace and the rest of the brothers join us, confirming it’s clear. We make one more go around, making sure we haven’t missed anyone.

  Turning to face Baby, Uncle Brace and other brothers, Dad tells them to secure them so they can’t move or speak while the rest of us check out upstairs.

  “And get rid of the whores.” Grim orders, looking over the sobbing naked women bunched in the corner.

  As the last word comes from Dad’s mouth, I hear a high pitch scream and my body freezes.

  “Tasha.” I breathe and run up the stairs as fast as I can.

  I can hear Prez demanding me to stay calm but I can’t. That was my woman, I know that for certain. I sense Grim close by, if Natasha is here then Lauren is too. I hope so badly that they’re ok.

  Two men come out of nowhere and block our way. Grim takes one whilst I fight the other. It’s tricky to do this on some fucking stairs but Grim and I over power them and they tumble down to the bottom of the stairs.

  “I got you brother.” Grim nods before we continue further up the stairs.

  This is a large house, so these stairs are a grand feature. Not that the Devils cared for that with the shit lying around. As we reach the top, all I see is doors lining across the hall but I hear a laugh come from my left, I’m pretty sure that was Savage.

  “That was Savage.” Grim growls.

  We slowly walk towards the door, Scrappy and Dad following behind and when we reach the door on the end I put my ear to it and I hear Savage talking.

  “You belong to me now Natasha.” As soon as I hear that I’m pissed.

  I kick open the door and see Savage standing over Natasha. She looks a mess, but I can’t focus on that right now. I need to see to the man standing over her.

  “Like fuck does she belong to you!” I roar.

  Savage’s eyes widen as he looks us over. “What are you doing here?”

  “Devlin.” Gasps Tasha as she looks me over.

  “Shut the fuck up.” Savage shouts down to her and I see red.

  I lunge toward Savage and tackle him to the floor. I land punch after punch on his face, feeling pleasure when I see his blood erupting from his face. I don’t stop and Savage tries his best to roll over and get me off him but it’s no use. I have the upper hand and I’m fuelled with a consuming rage. How dare he fucking touch my woman and claim she’s his!

  “No fucking way!” I scream and hit him harder.

  Savage isn’t fighting any more, in fact his head has flopped to the side. I fight of my brothers when they try to stop me but I need this. I want to get this out. The anger that I’ve been holding in and there’s only one person that manages to stop me.

  “Dev.” Her voice comes out small and my hands automatically pause.

  I look toward Natasha and I crumble inside. Her face has blood smeared all over, her lip is bust and she’s in her fucking underwear. If I wasn’t so concerned about her I would carry on beating the shit out of Savage. He’s a dirty fucking rat that needs to be taught a lesson, but Natasha means more to me so I get off of Savage and crawl over to her.

  “Baby.” I croak, wanting to cradle her face but too scared to touch her. “Who did this?”

  “Strike.” She says, as a tear slides her face.

  “He’s dead now.” I let her know and I see the relief on her face.

  “Savage did his bit too.” She adds and Scrappy gives Savage a kick in response.

  “Where’s Lauren?” Grim kneels down beside her as I wrap her in the sheet from the bed.

  I see his eyes as he looks over Natasha, he prays that he doesn’t find her looking the same and I don’t blame him. If I were in his shoes, I would be hoping the same.

  Natasha looks over to him. “She’s asleep in the room down the hall. She won’t wake up Grim. Believe me, I escaped Savage and tried to wake her up but she wouldn’t wake up.”

  Natasha cries and I go to hold her but Grim beats me to it. He kisses her on the forehead before racing out the door. Baby follows him out and Scrappy secures Savage on the floor as my Dad enters. He looks sickened at the sight of Natasha but with one look I let him know that I don’t want him to say anything until we have her back at the clubhouse.

  With her body covered with the sheet I pick her up as gently as possible to not hurt her any more. I carry Natasha out the room and down the stairs ignoring the horror in her eyes as she scans the area around us. I want nothing more than to hold her closer and cherish that I have her back but I can’t do that until she’s home. I can’t relax until I have her away from this shit hole.

  “Are you able to ride the back of my bike?” I ask Natasha as we reach my bike outside.

  “Yes.” She nods, but I don’t think she can.

  I hear movement from inside the house, quickly standing in front of Natasha with my gun aimed high I relax when I see that it’s Grim. However, he’s holding an unconscious Lauren. Dread spreads and Natasha peaks from behind me.

  “We need a car.” Grim orders, facing Dad. “Get someone here with a car now.”

  Without a question, Dad gets on the phone and orders whoever is on the other side to get here with a car and fast. So while we wait I try my best to keep Natasha warm and calm.

  “Is Lauren ok?” She asks me, looking over to her best friend.

  “She’s still knocked out.” I reply as I hold her in my arms.

  Thank
fully, the headlights of a car drives towards us and I breathe a little sigh of relief. I’m not happy yet and I won’t be until I get Natasha out of here.

  “I’ll see you soon.” I tell Natasha as we walk towards the car.

  “Why? I’m riding with you.” She frowns.

  “No baby, you’re going in the car with Lauren.” I open the car door and guide her in. “You need to look after her, I’ll see you very soon.”

  I kiss her on the forehead because her lip looks pretty bad and she gets into the back of the car. Her eyes forever watching me. As Grim lays Lauren in after her, resting her head on Natasha’s lap, I watch the men throw Savage into the back of our van that Spliff has driven.

  I can’t wait to finish the fucker off.

  I follow the car that Natasha and Lauren are in, Grim is beside me and the rest of our club behind us. Even Dad is behind us, we aren’t following the standard positions because he knew Grim and I would want to be as close to the girls as possible.

  I didn’t tell Natasha where we were going, she probably thinks we’re taking her to the clubhouse. The truth is, they both need to go to the hospital. If it was any of the brothers, they would probably be looked over by College, our very own doctor. I want them to be cared for properly and have the best equipment to patch them up, however much they need to be.

  We wave goodbye to most of the brothers and Spliff driving the van with Savage inside, when we pass the turn for the clubhouse, it’s not the best idea for so many of us to turn up on our bikes with two injured women. We could be the best behaved men in the world and people would still judge us by our looks. Between the bikes, leather, beards and tattoos, they take one look at us and decide we’re trouble.

  Following the car inside the hospital grounds, I see Natasha turn around in the back of the car to look at me. Probably working out for herself what’s really happened. I’m fully expecting her to kick off when I help her out the car, but she surprises me and settles into my arms as I carry her inside. Grim is behind me, holding a still sleeping Lauren.

  “I love you.” Whispers Natasha.

  I kiss her forehead. “Love you too baby.”