“Eager, baby?” he sneered, unbuttoning my black skinny jeans.
“Get off me!” I yelled, trying to kick my feet at him. Jake bent down and grabbed my feet one by one and removed my ballet flats. I was left in my matching black lace thong and bra.
“Mmm, you know I like it rough. You’re just making my cock harder for you, baby.” He forced me to face the wall, my cheek scraping on the rough surface. I could feel the cuffs cutting into my wrists as I tried to bring my arms down. My breathing hitched when I felt his mouth on the back of my shoulder. Jake bit down into my flesh, making me scream out. I slumped against the wall as he stepped back.
The sound of his belt buckle had me panicking.
Oh God. I clenched my eyes shut and tried to brace myself for what was about to happen. Hearing his belt slide out of the belt loops stopped my heart.
“Let me see that perfect little ass of yours, baby.” I tried to turn around but he pushed me against the wall again.
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer.” I felt the hot sting of leather across my backside. Crying out, I felt the hot tears run down my face. I felt the lick of a second lash across my sensitive skin, and I bit into my arm. After five more lashes, his hand rubbed my ass. My shoulders shook as I sobbed. I held my stomach to the wall- wanting to protect my baby. Thank God, he left me. I cried out for my man.
~ Chase ~
I sat watching the live feed of Roxy’s terror. My fists clenched so tight that all my knuckles were white. My jaw ached from flexing. Motherfucker is going to die by my hand.
Hearing her cry out fucking broke me. I couldn’t fucking take it. Then she whimpered my name through her tears.
“Fucking get me an address!” I stormed up to where Moretti, Charlie and Jeremy were all going over the footage of the crash and any surrounding surveillance cameras.
“We got footage of them going to the old warehouse down on the waterfront. Let’s go.” We immediately packed up and rolled out.
“Let’s fucking go.”
“Chase.” Moretti put a hand to my chest.
“If these fuckers did anything to her…”
“Pops.” Jeremy cut him off.
“I need to bring my baby girl back home. Then we are going to kill these motherfuckers. They messed with the wrong club. No one fucks with my family.” Moretti’s fists clenched at his sides. He was a hoss for an old head.
“We will get her, because it’s not just Roxy we need to save….” Oh fuck me, “it’s your future grandchild we have to protect too.” I braced myself. Moretti froze and looked at me.
“What did you say?” Charlie stopped what he was doing and put a hand on Moretti’s shoulder to steady him.
“She just found out…” I rubbed the back of my neck, starting to sweat bullets.
“Son,” he started.
“Look, with all respect, Pres, I love her. I know clubs aren’t supposed to mix, but that’s my baby in her. And I’ll be damned if you keep me away from her. She may be your baby girl, but she is all grown up- and is going to be a mother herself. She’s mine.”
“All I have to say is that better be your damn baby in her. I’m going to be a fucking grandpa. As for the separate clubs…” he rubbed the stubble on his chin.
“Shit…”
“No, hear me out. It’s a good thing we are doing a patch over of our two clubs this summer. You’re family, Chase. There is no one better than you to be with my daughter. Let’s go get them.” His face lit up and he grabbed my cut and pulled me into an all-out hug, slapping me on the back. Is this shit really happening?
Jeremy led me to the locked down secret gun chamber in our church room. He keyed a code into the small pad and at least thirty guns were visible to me to choose from.
“Fucking Jake. Whipping the shit out of her- like she’s a fucking dog. I’m going to kill him.”
“He was doing what?” Jeremy stopped and turned to me.
“You fucking heard me.” I grabbed two .45 calibers, sticking them in the gun holster I slid onto my shoulders, then replaced my cut.
“Fuck.” Jeremy suited up and we headed out with all of our present club members. Out for blood.
CHAPTER 25
~ Roxy ~
I must have fallen asleep; I was lying on the ground, the chain that I had been hooked to extended to a lower ring in the cement wall. I sat up along the wall, pulling my knees into my chest, resting my chin on my knees. The floor was cold; a shiver ran through my body. Fucking Jake.
The door swung open, someone I didn’t recognize. He wore a President patch on his cut. Great.
“Well damn, no one told me what a looker Moretti’s daughter was.” He licked his lips and rubbed his large hands together. He was attractive, I hated to admit it. With dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a couple day’s worth of scruff along his strong jaw. He was close to Chase’s height, but definitely not the body. His arms were covered in colorful sleeves. He squatted down on his haunches, his scent overbearing. I looked him dead in the eye, squaring my shoulders and tilting my chin upward.
“Come on up here, baby.” He grabbed my wrists roughly and pulled me up to my feet. My body was weak as I stumbled forward, putting my hands to his broad chest to brace myself.
“Get me a key, and a bottle of water,” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Pres,” someone behind him started to protest.
“We do need to keep her alive if we want Moretti to pay up.” He unlocked the cuff around my small wrists and he handed me the water; I drank it greedily. My lips and throat were so dry. He held me by my upper arms, rubbing small circles on my shoulders. I didn’t give a shit he was seeing me practically naked. Keeping my baby and myself alive was the only thing on my mind. I handed him back the empty bottle.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice was hoarse from crying out earlier.
“Someone has to pay up for Jake. He has been using money from your club to pay for his little addiction. But he’s failed to pay on his last shipment. So who will be paying will be your daddy’s club.”
“And if he doesn’t pay?”
“I can work out other methods of payment.” His large round hand traced the curve of my breasts over the cups of my bra. His thumb grazed my nipple; he felt my piercings, and grinned up at me. I tried to back away from him.
“I won’t bite…hard.” He started to make his way over to me.
“Fuck you,” I yelled up at him. His height towered over me, making my head fall back to look him in the eyes.
“God damn, you are sexy. We can call this whole thing off and I can take you home with me.” My back hit the wall, and he cupped the back of my neck.
“No, thanks.” I put on a fake smile at him.
“I think I’ll just take you as a side payment anyway, work off the interest.” Before I could protest, he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me roughly. I tried to push against his chest, but he moved me up to the wall. His one hand drifted down my body, over my flat stomach, and then down the front of my panties. Motherfucker. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down as hard as I could and brought my knee up to his groin, hitting his thigh.
He slapped me hard in the mouth. “You fucking bitch!” he shouted in my face. I tried to run to the door- but it was locked from the outside. He pushed me up against the metal door, throwing his weight against me. I was panicking- struggling to pull out of his grasp.
“Let me go!” I elbowed him in the eye.
“I was trying to be nice, but you’re fucking pissing me the hell off. Jake! Get in here.” He yelled to the camera in the upper corner of the room.
The door unlocked and Jake was tossed in the room.
“Fucking hold her down.”
“Ryder.” He hesitated.
“I said, fucking hold her down.” He grabbed me and forced me onto the large metal table in the center of the room.
“No!” I screamed and kicked, bucking my hips off the table. Jake held my ar
ms down with all his weight.
“Fucking tease.” Ryder reached for his belt buckle and then gun shots sounded outside the door.
“What the fuck is going on out there?” Ryder shouted to Jake. They both reached for the guns in the back of their waistbands.
“Where the fuck is she?” I heard Chase’s voice boom on the other side of the door.
“Chase!” I screamed before Jake hit me across the face to try and shut me up. I quickly got up and made my way to the corner of the room. Bracing myself for the shit storm that was about to go down.
I jumped hearing multiple shots ring out and the thud of something hitting the door. I covered my ears and tucked my face into my knees.
The door kicked in. Shots rang out. I balled myself up tightly, the shots stopped. I didn’t want to look. A warm hand caressed the crown of my head.
“Baby.”
My head popped up, looking into those green eyes. A sob ripped from my lips.
“Chase.” I let my knees fall to my side as I took in the scene in front of me. Ryder was dead on the floor with my father hovering over his lifeless body. Jeremy held a gun to Jake’s temple and he was on his knees in front of him. Jeremy had blood seeping from his upper shoulder.
Chase let out a breath as he saw my eyes focus back on his face, and I threw myself into his arms. He grunted out in pain and I immediately pulled back, looking down at the blood smeared on my cleavage.
“Chase, you’re bleeding. You’re shot.”
“No shit.” He lifted his left hand to his right pectoral. He shrugged out of his cut, and put it over my shoulders. A bullet hole was going clean through the right pocket of his vest.
“You okay, baby girl?” My father walked over to me once I was covered. He squatted down and cupped my face. I nodded. “And my future grandchild?” My mouth dropped open and my eyes shot over to Chase who was sitting next to me.
“You told him?”
“Yes.”
“After what I said?” I looked down at the ground, remembering the lie I told him earlier. This isn’t your baby, Chase.
“Oh, that’s my baby all right. No ifs, ands, or buts about that, baby.” Chase chuckled.
“Wait, you’re pregnant?” Jake asked in disbelief.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jeremy hit him in the mouth with the butt of his gun. Jake fell forward onto his hands.
CHAPTER 26
~ Chase ~
“Chase.” Jeremy called over to me.
Oh that’s right, this motherfucker.
“Moretti, take her out of here, she doesn’t need to see this.” I stood up ignoring the pain ripping through my chest.
He gathered Roxy in his arms. My large vest fell to the tops of her thighs. She clenched it closed as her father started to guide her out of the room.
“Wait.” She stopped as she was walking past Jake. She bent down to him.
“Roxy.” Jeremy warned her.
She took her bare foot and kicked his shoulder, making him fall over to his side. She stood over him, straddling his waist with her feet. Reaching down, she undid his belt. Pushing her tiny foot into his stomach, and pulled on the one side of his belt, quickly whipping it out of the loops of his jeans. “Rot in hell, you son of a bitch.” She spit in his face and pushed off him. Slowly, she walked up to me.
I looked down at her hand, she was handing me his belt. She looked up at me with those fucking eyes. She must have known I saw it. I knew what she was telling me without having to say the words. I nodded and pulled her to me. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I gave her a rough kiss. She slowly pulled away and turned her back to me. I noted the red marks on the backs of her thighs. Something in me snapped.
The rage filling me again, I looked back over at Jake- the darkness taking me over. I’m taking the blood that I came for.
As soon as I heard the door close, I turned my attention to Jake. This piece of shit kneeling on the floor before me, is going to die today by my hand.
Jake started a small buildup of a laugh. That sick son of a bitch.
“What so funny?” Jeremy yelled down at him.
“She’s pregnant.” He looked up at me with that stupid ass smirk on his ugly mug.
“And?” I rubbed my jaw then folded his belt in half and held onto it.
“Roxy’s little bastard is probably mine.”
My lips curled behind my teeth and I wound my arm up and cracked his belt across his mouth. “You don’t ever say her name,” I shouted in his face as blood hit the floor by my feet. I grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“Jer, can you go to the garage and get me a blow torch?” I looked over at him. He smiled knowingly and simply nodded, leaving me alone with Jake.
“You listen to me, you useless fuck. That baby is none of you. That was my dick that was driving deep into Rox’s pussy, busting my load into her. You had no chance with her. You’ll die knowing that she’s carrying my child.” My fist slammed into his face, I heard a cracking noise- his cheekbone breaking.
Jake sat back on his heels, tucking his chin to his chest.
“Look at me.” I pressed the tip of my gun to his forehead, pressing forward so his eyes met mine.
“Why don’t you just go ahead and fucking kill me already?”
“Hell no, and let you miss out on all the fun that I have planned for you? First things first, you fucking took your belt to my woman. You like treating her like a dog? Like she’s something you can control? I got fucking news for you- she’s way out of your league. You never had control of her. I’ll show you what the fuck it feels like to be beaten down.” I cracked his belt over his chest. He screamed out in pain. It only fueled my raging fire.
Over and over again I beat him senseless with his belt until I was exhausted. The door opened and Jeremy entered with the torch and some rope. Jake was on the verge of losing consciousness. I wiped the sweat dripping from my forehead.
“Christ,” Jeremy chuckled as he saw Jake with red marks, welts and some open wounds from my handy work. His face was probably the worst- he was almost unrecognizable.
“Help me tie him up,” I said as I pulled Jake’s shirt over his head, exposing his beaten torso. We tied him to the medal table in the room, face down on the table. His Condemned Angels tattoo stretched the length of his back. Jeremy handed me one of the two pairs of goggles he brought with him, we both slid them on as Jeremy started up the torch.
“You betrayed this club. On behalf of the Condemned Angels, you’re dead to us. And this is for my sister, you motherfucker,” Jeremy yelled over him as he brought the torch to Jake’s tattoo. Whenever there was a member that double crossed, got voted out, or left the club, they had to get rid of any club gear, tattoos, etc. Lucky for us, Jake devoted his entire back to the club.
At some point early in our torture- Jake passed out. As soon as the room was filled with smoke and the stench of burning flesh, Jeremy turned off the torch. We threw our goggles on the floor.
“Ready to get out of here? I’m ready to get the son of a bitch who touched Nicole. ” Jeremy looked over at me; the look of satisfaction filling his eyes.
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