by E. C. Land
“Be my guest,” I say, nodding my head in the direction they’d hooked Susie Cue up to at the back of the shed. Everyone steps out of the way, giving Boss plenty of room to move around. More like they don’t want to be hit by the bat in her hand.
“You think you’re some hot piece of ass for doing what you’ve done, huh?” Boss asks, running the bat along the whore’s face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Susie Cue whimpers as the bat cuts into her cheek.
“Bitch, you know exactly what you did. And worse, you fucked up majorly. You see, you not only fucked with the Devil’s Riot MC, but you kidnapped the sister of one of the members of my club, the Iron Vex MC. Now, what do you think I should do to you?” Boss slips out.
“I didn’t do anything wro—” the bitch starts to say only to end up screaming in pain as Boss swings the bat into the woman’s rib cage.
“Wanna try that again?” Boss asks.
“I was only trying to get back what’s mine,” Susie Cue screams out.
“And what exactly did you think was yours?” Boss asks while bringing the bat down on Susie Cue’s leg. The force of the bat connecting with it sends her tumbling to the floor.
“Hades. He’s mine. We’re meant to be together. It was her fault he was taken from me, then when he came home, he didn’t want me anymore.” The woman is delusional if she ever thought she was more than a quick fuck when I needed to get off.
“What the fuck? Bitch, you’re nothing but a whore. Worse than just being a whore, you’re a cunt who needs to be put down,” Boss says, handing the bat over to Ratchet as he moved closer to his Prez. “Ratchet, hand me one of those knives on the table. I’m gonna send this cunt straight to Hell.”
“Hades, please help me. I love you. Please, I swear I’ll be a good ol’ lady,” Susie Cue begs.
Stepping forward, I move to stand in front of her, seeing her smile at me. I’ve never been one to place my hands on a woman. However, right now, I don’t see this one as anything but a monstrosity that needs to be eliminated. I backhand the bitch hard enough to send her face sideways, smacking the wall.
“You are nothing but a pathetic cum bucket who needs to be put down. Rotting in the depths of Tartarus,” I growl before stepping back. “Have at it, Boss. Make it hurt.”
“With pleasure,” Boss says sweetly. If I were a weaker man, I might be afraid of this woman.
Moving back, I watch as Boss uses the knife to slice cuts on either side of Susie Cue’s mouth all the way to her ears. Once she finishes that part, she moves on to cut the woman’s barely-there top, exposing her tits. She then proceeded to cut off the bitch’s nipples. Susie Cue continuously cries throughout the entire process.
“Hades,” Susie Cue whimpers softly.
“Don’t talk, cunt,” Boss yells, sending the blade down the whore’s stomach. “Did you know that if I sink this blade in the crease of your thigh and pelvis, I’ll puncture your uterus?” She points the blade right at the spot she was talking about. “No? Let me show you,” she says right before thrusting the blade to the hilt. Susie Cue’s screams are so loud, I thought she would burst my eardrums.
Pulling the blade out, Boss wipes it clean with Susie Cue’s hair. “Say goodbye, cunt. It’s time to burn,” Boss snaps, sinking the blade once more, this time directly into the whore’s heart.
“Damn, remind me never to piss Boss off. That was kinda scary,” Burner mutters.
“Shut up, man,” I throw over my shoulder as I turn my focus onto Charles. “Your turn,” I say, giving him an evil smile.
“I won’t tell you anything,” Charlie spits at me.
“Oh, but you will. See, what Boss just did to Susie Cue is nothing compared to what I intend to do to you,” I inform him as I move toward my table of tools to pick up one of my serrated blades. Turning back to face Charles, I thumb the point of the blade while approaching the asshole.
“Do you know how many times a day you used that whip on me?” I ask him.
Charles doesn’t bother to answer, deciding to keep his mouth shut.
“You seem to need a reminder, though I don’t see the point in using whips. I find them to be a coward’s way. I prefer to use my blades. They’re much more personal, don’t you think?” I say, lifting a brow at him in question.
Turning the knife in my hand to make a fist with the blade sticking out, I punch Charles in the face. The blade slicing into his cheek.
“That’s better.” Laughing, I wipe the blade off on his shirt. “A little blood to start the fun.”
“Do whatever you want. I won’t tell you where Booker has her,” Charles declares.
Booker? Who the hell is that?
Shooting a glance in Gadget’s direction, he gives me a nod and slips out of the shed. Knowing him, he’ll have information on the man within the next ten minutes.
“What does this man have to do with Emerson?” I growl, sending the blade into his shoulder.
Through clenched teeth, Charles responds, “He’s the vessel who she belongs to. For he will be with his Chosen as I will be with mine. Speaking of which, where is my Ally?”
It takes everything in me not to kill the fucker right now. “He isn’t jack shit to her,” I spit out.
“But he is. He not only owns her, but he’s Emerson’s husband in the eyes of the law.” Charles begins laughing hysterically.
“What the fuck?” I roar, slamming my knife in the man’s stomach.
“Easy, brother. Let’s find out where she is first,” Twister says, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find out,” I grumble, lifting my hand off the blade, leaving it embedded in the lunatic’s stomach.
Moving to my tools again, I grab my butane torch and fire her up.
“You know why they call me Hades?” I ask Charles as I step back toward him.
“Nope,” he says, eyeing the torch in my hand quizzically.
“Because I send fuckers like you straight to Hell. You claim to worship the Devil, calling him the Dark Lord. Well, fucker, take a knee and bow. I am the Devil.” Growling, I turn my torch on and begin to slowly burn his flesh.
The coward begins to scream as I inch further up his skin. “Okay, Booker took her to the compound in South Carolina.”
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I say, before turning the heat up. Lifting the torch, I place the embers against one eye, searing it before moving to the next. Once both his eyes are charred, I step back, turning the torch off, and look at Ricochet. “You can put a bullet through his skull before we go get your sister and my woman,” I declare.
Without a word, Ricochet nods his head and lifts the gun from behind his back, pointing it directly at Charles’s head. “Rot in hell, motherfucker. No one fucks with my family,” he growls before pulling the trigger.
As Charles’s body slumps over, I turn to face my brothers. Twister steps forward with Stoney and Hammer. “It’s time to ride, brother. We ride through hell to get to the other side,” they yell out at the same time.
“We’ll get your ol’ lady back,” Hammer says, pulling me in for a hug.
“You’re damn right we will. And I’ll kill any motherfucker who gets in my way,” I say just as Gadget makes it back into the shed.
“I found Booker’s address,” he says, handing me a paper.
Giving my brother a thanks, I head for my truck instead of my bike. I don’t know what shape my ol’ lady will be in, but I know she won’t be able to ride.
Looking up at the sky, I send a prayer to whoever’s listening to watch over Emerson.
Climbing in behind the wheel, I start her up, letting the rumble of the exhaust pipes soothe me as much as they can. Putting my truck in gear, I head for the interstate.
“I’m coming, Precious, just hold on,” I say as I push down on the gas with all my brothers following behind.
32
Emerson
By the time Booker finished ‘playing,’ I could barely
hold myself upright. My back and thighs feel like they’re on fire. My body seems to be weakening by the minute, and I almost want to give in and tell him I’m done and to let me die in peace.
Booker has yet to give me the antivenom, and if he doesn’t soon, I’ll for sure die. Copperhead venom isn’t something to play around with.
I begin to think Booker will simply leave me hanging here to die when he steps back into the room.
“My beautiful sprite, you didn’t think I forgot to give you the antivenom, did you? My apologies. I needed to release the pressure in my dick. And since we’re waiting on the results of your lab work, I let one of the lower women handle it. Once we know what we have to work with, I’ll stick to fuckin’ only you. At least for a good while. You know a man needs variety, and I do love having so many around me. Those women would kill to be in your place right now. But they are unworthy of anything but releasing my load.” I want to vomit at Booker’s words, but I’m too weak to even do that.
I can almost feel myself dying slowly from the inside out.
I don’t even flinch or pull away when Booker sticks a needle in my arm, administering the antivenom straight into me. When I was a kid, they’d done it through an IV, so I’m not sure this is exactly what you’re supposed to do. If Steph were here, she would know.
God, just the mere thought of my sister shoots pain down my chest. I’ll never get to see her or my nephew again. I won’t get to see her new babies.
All I want to do is go home to be with Hades. To start a life where neither of us has to deal with any sort of pain. A life that doesn’t include a white picket fence but damn near close to it. I want to fall asleep every night in Hades’ arms, only to wake up in the same position. Is that too much to ask for? I inwardly ask myself.
“Now that I’ve gotten some release and have given you the antivenom you needed, I think we should make this interesting. I’m thinking since I can’t have you the way I want, I could have you another way,” he states, giving me a knowing smirk.
He wouldn’t. Would he? Oh, shit, I hope he doesn’t mean what I think he means.
“I see your little mind working a mile a minute and you’ve got it right, sprite, I’m gonna take your ass,” he says, running a hand down my body as he turns to stand directly behind me. “I think it’s past time for us to acquaint our bodies, don’t you?”
I can’t hold the vomit in this time as his words sink in. My head leans forward to avoid getting it on myself, but I still end up feeling the warm bile covering my bare stomach.
Booker’s laughter fills my ears as he rips my panties down my legs. “Don’t think you puking will stop me. I don’t need to be in the front to take what belongs to me. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to feel your blood coating my chest as I pound into your ass.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I’m shaking my head, waiting for Booker to force himself on me. This is what I’ve been dreading since the beginning. Once he sinks inside me, I’m done for. All hopes and dreams of being with Hades are over. I wouldn’t be able to face him after this. That is if I ever see him again.
“My beautiful sprite, I hope you’re ready for me.” The sound of Booker unzipping his pants is deafening. As he rubs his dick along my ass, someone slams the door open.
“Booker, we need you out here. We have company coming,” one of his minions informs him.
“Who the fuck would come here?” Booker growls as I feel him step away.
“I don’t know, sir. The lines have been crossed by not just one or two cars but several vehicles,” the minion says.
“Motherfucker. Okay, Maxwell, begin securing the windows and doors,” Booker orders. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Yes, sir,” Maxwell murmurs as he bows the upper half of his body.
Before he leaves, Booker grabs a fist full of my hair. “Don’t think we won’t be finishing this when I get back. You’re mine. I own you, my little sprite. You’re my wife and I’ll do as I please with you, my Chosen,” he states right before sheering off my hair, leaving it to fall above my shoulders. I didn’t even realize he had a knife in his hand.
“This will serve as a reminder,” he says as he throws my cut hair onto the floor and backhands me. Turning, Booker stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
I don’t know who’s here, but I send a thank you to whoever it is. They just saved me from being raped. Some may look at what he’s done so far as rape, but that’s nothing compared to having him penetrate my body with any part of him. If it were either his hand or dick, I’d classify it under rape, but what he’s done so far is torture me. That’s something I’d think I could get past in time. Well, if I were to ever get out of here.
As the commotion outside of the room grows louder, I begin to sink further into an abyss of sleep. I couldn’t care less about what is going on out there at this moment. Right now, I merely want to fall asleep and dream of being with the man who will always hold my heart.
Hades.
I only wish I could see him one last time. I know I can’t hold on much longer. I’m too weak to be strong. Booker won’t win if I’m dead and gone.
My head droops to the side as I finally give in and let the darkness welcome me.
33
Hades
After spending the last seven hours driving, only stopping to fuel up, we’ve finally made it. At the last gas station, we’d looked at a map Gadget brought up on his tablet. We were able to see an aerial photo that showed what all surrounded the compound Emerson is being held at.
Didn’t take long to decide we’d ram right through the gate and take out anyone who gets in our way.
Which is exactly what we do. With my steel bumper, the gate didn’t stand a fuckin’ chance. The gates swing wide as I speed through them, making my way to the main house. I’ve heard of these compounds. You have your lower members, who are nothing more than servants. Then you have the middle class, who take their orders from the upper class, who, in turn, follow the direct commands of the leaders. It’s a completely different world walking into these compounds.
Pushing my foot to the floor, I send the truck barreling through the dirt roads, kicking up clouds of dust. I feel bad for my brothers, but it can’t be helped. I need to get to my woman fast. My gut is twisting into knots as it tells me Emerson needs me.
With my eyes focused ahead, I spot the house I’m looking for. Slamming on the brakes, I throw the truck into park and get out. As I storm toward the front door, it opens. Standing there in the doorway is a man who looks very similar to myself.
What the fuck?
“Hello, cousin,” the man says with an evil glint in his eyes.
“Who the hell are you?” Growling, I clench my hands into fists.
“What, you don’t recognize your own family?” he laughs.
“We’re not family,” I seethe.
“Oh, but we are. See, my father was your mother’s brother. How unfortunate it was that you lost your mother at such a young age,” he chuckles.
“Where’s Emerson?” I demand as I take a step to stand nose-to-nose with this asshole.
“My wife is indisposed at the moment and cannot be disturbed.” At his words, I realize this is Booker.
“She is not your fuckin’ wife, motherfucker. Now, either hand my woman over or eat the bullet I’m dying to put in your head,” I inform Booker.
“See, that would be where you’re wrong. Emerson is my wife and I’m gonna give you thirty seconds to leave this compound or my men will be putting a bullet in each of your friends’ heads,” Booker says as if his word is law.
Guess around here it would be but not in my world.
“You think my brothers are afraid of you or your minions? Speaking of, where are they now?” I can’t help but throw my head back in laughter.
“Don’t underestimate the powers of the Dark Lord,” Booker states, and I continue to laugh in his face.
“Let me make this easy for you to understand, cousin,
” I spit out. “I am the fuckin’ devil, and I’m here to claim what’s mine. Now, either hand over my woman and die mercifully or I’ll kill you slowly as I did your buddy Charles.”
Booker narrows his eyes as he moves his hands behind his back. I’m not stupid like he must think. I know exactly what he’s gonna try to do and it ain’t gonna happen.
Before Booker can even get whatever he’s holding in front of him, I’ve got my gun pressed to his forehead. Ready to pull the trigger, yet I have bigger plans for him.
“Now again, tell me where my woman is, asswipe,” I demand.
“Go ahead and pull the trigger. I’m not telling you jack.” Booker laughs.
“That’s fine. I’ll find her myself. Rage, Burner, Dragon, can you all get my dear ol’ cousin comfortable for transport? I think he could use some family bonding time. What do you think, Hammer?”
“Sounds good to me, son,” Hammer growls from where he’s standing behind me.
“Then it’s settled,” I say, keeping my gun trained on Booker as my brothers move in to secure him.
“Good luck finding my wife,” Booker throws over his shoulder as Rage and Burner drag him toward the van that the prospects brought along.
Stepping into the house, I find several women huddled together in the corner of the living room with a skinny-looking dude standing over them. “Where’s Emerson?” I ask them
None of the women dare to look up at the sound of my question. The man, however, looked on in defiance.
With my gun still in my hand, I point it in the man’s face. “I suggest you tell me where she is before I blow your fuckin’ head off.”
That got him talking, “Down the hall, third door on the left. It’s locked and the only one with a key to the door was Sir,” he says.
“I don’t need a key,” I say and head in the direction he gave me.
Getting to the door he mentioned, I lift my foot and kick the door in. Stepping into the room, I find it empty. What the fuck? The asshole lied.