Abi had fought and became the champion in the Pit before moving on up to the big leagues with the UFC. She’d fought her way to the top, taking out a line of mean motherfuckers and now was sitting with a title belt. She may have spent time there, but it was probably a hell of a lot safer in the octagon than it is in the audience. Then again, Abi could handle just about anyone. Now, she rode with the guys and did more damage than the others with no remorse. She remained cool and calm in any situation then opened the gates of hell on whoever the poor fucker was who crossed her. “No, really they take great care of me. And, I know if I asked I could pull shifts somewhere else. I’m fine.” Heaven tried to keep her last words a-matter-of-fact and stern enough it would end the discussion, but Shark turned to Tonto again. And, just as before, they shared another round of silent staring eye contact dialogue. Men. And they said chicks were hard to figure out…
“Time to ride,” Sandman cut in, watching both defensively. Shark nodded first, then Tonto and whatever beef or silent argument was happening ceased. Most of the men cleared out of the room, leaving only Slider and the girls. She tried hard not to glare at Sahara, and after last night flashed through her mind she couldn’t be mad. Hell, the girl was sweet. She hated it, but the longer she was around her, the more she liked her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, her heart went out to her. Her sister was held captive by the same demented fuck that had once had Tami. No one deserved that. Only they could understand the pain and worry that came from knowing their sibling was gone, and what possibilities could be happening to them. It hit home, deep. And, to be honest, Colt and Gage knew how to treat a woman in bed. She’d needed the distraction the same way Heaven had last night. There was no doubt Sahara had as good of a night as she had—well, almost anyway.
“Have you checked out the bar across the street? It looks rough, but we may need to get a drink after being cooped up in this room all damn day.” Sahara leaned back in her chair, keeping her eyes on the monitors that led to the safe house Raven and the others were setting up just down from where the girls were being held. Heaven tried not to blush.
“Yeah, I had a drink last night. It’s dirty, but the beer is cold and the locals stay to themselves,” she said, trying not to volunteer too much information that might have them asking for details. The girls were all tight, and usually discussed ev-ery-thing. Heaven was game until the Ops had come in and she tried to stay tight-lipped until they got to know each other. The longer she was around them, the more she began to realize they were no different than Heaven and the gang. Still, she was hard to trust people.
“You did?” Abi asked, her perfectly arched and manicured eyebrows shooting up in a smirk. Fuck. How did she know? Surely Raven hadn’t ran his mouth, had he?
“Yeah. We should go,” Heaven blurted out, sounding too enthusiastic. She mentally kicked herself and went back to staring at the monitor.
“I’m game. Hell, I’ve been cooped up in our damn room too long, only to be shoved in another. The guys got another thing comin’ if they think I’m gonna stay here and worry while they go to try to save the girls and take down Reyes. That sonofabitch is mine. We have bad history, and a little ‘family meeting’ is way past fuckin’ due.” The girls all knew the ‘history’ and ‘family business’ between them, and couldn’t agree more. Any guy who was a stepfather and tortured, beat, and hunted her like a deer deserved the worst. He’d made one too many threats, and hurt her on more than one occasion. After Shady’s demented stepbrother forced himself on her and knocked her up, the work of Reyes senior was what took everything to the next level. Like you needed two Reyes. One was way too fucking many. Abi’s head whipped around and she let out a growl.
“No, we all get that motherfucker. When I’m done with him, he’s all yours, Shady. But he needs to feel what it’s like to have his face smashed in real good and hard. To hear and feel every bone in his worthless body break over and over…to be at the receiving end of having incomprehensible pain that seems like it’ll never end. Then, he’s going to learn what the true meaning of waterboarding means. When his weak, pathetic body falls to the ground, gasping for air, then you come in.” Abi’s features softened again and she went back to work as if her words were every day conversation. All of the girls looked at each other and burst out giggling.
“Well now, I don’t think I can deny you of your plans, Abi. But he will feel pain at the hand of me before it’s over.” Shady’s knuckles turned white as she clenched the desk, her thoughts washing through the room. The pain. The anger. The resentment. But above all, the hatred rang through the strongest.
Abi hit a few buttons on her keyboard and the screen flipped to Raven’s room. The same room she’d been with him last night. Where he’d fucked her unconscious and back awake again over and over. She turned to Heaven and a small smile played at the corners of her lips before her finger hit the button and Colt’s room showed up. She glanced back at her again, this time freeze framing the screen on Gage. It was when he’d seen her walk in. His face—it showed regret. And as Heaven had walked away, he’d almost followed. But why? Abi flipped the screen off and back on to the back alley, winking at Heaven with a grin. Heaven tried to smile back but her head was swarming with thoughts and questions. What was she trying to show her? That, even though he was fucking Sahara, he still seemed to care ever so slightly? Bikers or not, they’d had something that none of them could deny. Yet, when things started getting serious, they’d turned back to fucking whatever hole was closest. Fuck that. She let out a deep huff and ignored the glances cast in her direction and turned her focus on the screen. They were here to save the girls and take down the Diablos. Everything else was unnecessary added drama.
Chapter Nine
Raven parked his bike and unlocked his door in frustration. They’d bunkered down in an old garage for over twenty-four hours trying to catch Reyes coming in or out, but he never did. There were a few Vatos, the local gang in the area, that frequented, but from what they could see, there was no evidence of the bastard nor the goods being brought in for the girls. Which was a bad sign. Either the girls were dead, or wishing they were. A human could only go a few days without clean drinking water—which unless bottled was given, the girls didn’t have. Who knew the last time they’d eaten. All of this and the fact he’d been up almost four days in a row now after the drive, his night of Heaven, and the stake out, Raven was about to snap. He shoved the door open with his shoulder and slammed it behind him, wanting a shower and the bed. His adrenaline was crashing fast, and he needed to get clean and lay down before it hit. Once it did, he’d be done for.
Before he’d made it to the shower, he’d already kicked off his boots while still walking, leaving them and his clothing in a trail to the bathroom. He didn’t waste time. The hot water ran and he jumped in, spreading soap over his body and lathering his hair to rinse everything at the same time. In less than three minutes, he was finished. Raven stepped out and grabbed the only towel that sat on the sink and stopped. His fingers clutched it and he dried his face, his body tensing as the scent of Heaven filling his senses. “Mmm,” he moaned. He shook it off, not wanting to think about that night or the next morning when he’d left her without so much as a kiss. “Fuck!” he cursed, regretting it. He’d been so wrapped up in what his brain was screaming and the fear that she’d grow on him, he’d run. In one night, tequila and a confident little tease had managed to penetrate his walls and brain fuck him. God, but he loved the way she felt under him. Her soft pants and drunken confessions as he slid in and out of her tight little body. He wadded the towel up and threw it on the floor, his attention falling on a splash of color on the worn out white tiles. Raven reached down and picked it up, growling when he’d realized what he had in his hand. Black lace with hot pink ribbons laced through the eyelets that came to a bow in the front was wadded in a ball. He unfolded them, noting the white cream that still coated the crotch of them and pulled them up to his face. He took in a deep breath, his dick going
instantly hard at the sweet smell of cherry blossom and Heaven. He buried his face in them, fighting the urge to go find her and plant her naked ass next to him while he slept. Then again, they wouldn’t be sleeping. And, right now he needed to disregard his throbbing cock and rest so he could be on his ‘A’ game tomorrow night. Raven flipped off the light and stalked back to bed, the panties tucked away in his fist.
*****
Gage had spent two days setting up a secured space in the rundown shack they’d found located close to the house the girls and Reyes was last located. The south side window held a perfect vantage point. They had view of the entire front of the building, the side, and partial view of the back. If someone went in either door, unless there was another entrance on the far side out of view, they’d see. Colt came through the door and a loud crunching crash sounded. “What the hell?” Gage said, turning to see why he was creating noise that might draw attention and give up their cover. Colt was knee deep in wood with splintered wood cracked from the decaying floor.
“Fuckin’ shit hole. Why couldn’t we of set up in something a little nicer? This place is a damn death trap,” he grumbled, stumbling to pull his leg free. Gage laughed.
“Watch your step. Stay to the left. Those are the most stable boards from what I could tell.”
“You coulda told me, asshole. Information that might have been useful a few minutes ago,” Colt snarked sarcastically.
“Hey, dude, stay to the left or the floor might fall out from underneath you.”
“Fucker,” Colt grumbled, wiping the shards of wood from his jeans. He lifted up his foot and sniffed, snarling. “I think there’s a dead body down there that’s been decaying for a few decades and is now on the bottom of my fuckin’ boot.”
“Probably. We are in Mexico,” Gage said nonchalantly. Colt scowled and stomped over to the computer. They had a pretty impressive mobile setup going on, with wireless laptop computers, cameras, audio, and motion sensors all rigged not only in and around their stake-out hole, but also down the road on all the buildings leading up to the house Sahara’s sister had been saved from. They’d gotten so close in fact, that it’d taken all they had not to just break in the damn door and charge in to rescue. But, knowing Reyes, the place was rigged. One wrong move and the whole fucking building could go up in smoke. Thus why they had to play it cool and wait him out. The more Intel they gathered, the safer the mission of getting those girls out and safe. God only knew what hell they’d been through, and the last thing they needed was for it all to be in vain.
The two sat down on old decrepit chairs and went through each checkpoint, rolling over hours and hours of surveillance while still watching the monitors and detectors for anything out of the ordinary.
The good thing was, locals seemed to sense their presence, or maybe they knew about Reyes, but either way they stayed out of sight. The bad thing was the huge fuckin’ rats that could eat a damn German Shepard in one gulp that kept setting off the motion sensors. No shittin’, if one of ‘em stood on their back legs, it’d come up well above their knee. Which, of course, was close to their balls and definitely not comforting. If one of those bad boys decided to jump…well, shit might get real, real fast. They were pretty frequent too. Just as the two settled in to an easy conversation and continued to work, another Godzilla-rat tripped the silent alarm across the alley from Reyes’ pedo-shack.
“Motherfucker!” Gage exclaimed. Colt jumped up and looked at his monitor, squeamishly backing up a couple steps as if the rat could jump out of the computer at him.
“Those sonsabitches are unnatural. It’s because of all the damn tamales and encha-fuckin-ladas they eat out of the damn trash, man. They’re like a Mexican woman. Big, round, and hairy. I bet Asian rats are tiny.” Gage shot an eye roll over his shoulder, giving him the, ‘what the hell’ look. “No, man, think about it—look how small the Asians are. Their main sustenance is rice. Thus makin’ the fuckin’ rats eat rice. Rats that eat rice ain’t gonna look like that fuckin’ fat ass gigantore bitch over there.”
“Go call it a bitch to its face, Colt. I bet he’d drop you to the ground and make you take it dirty,” Gage chuckled.
“Fuck you, man,” Colt said in that man pout voice. Which, biker or not, all men had it and used it. They just opted to toss in a slur of cuss words and deepen their voice to sound macho. Gage shook his head, still snickering when Colt finally sat back down beside him. They sat there and bullshitted to pass the time and break the monotony, until finally the ball dropped. “Man, Sahara’s one tight piece. I told her to be waitin’ in our room tonight when we got back. She was more eager than a bitch in heat,” he said egotistically.
“You can fly solo tonight. I’ll go bunk with one of the other guys.” Gage kept his eyes down on the screen, flipping back and forth between cameras to avoid looking at Colt. He didn’t want to explain why, and thought keeping his tone casual he’d avoid any questions. Hell, he couldn’t even answer the questions to himself, let alone someone else. That would mean thinking about the whole fucked up situation, and that wasn’t gonna happen.
“What do you mean, fly solo and you’ll bunk somewhere else?” he mocked, his nose wrinkled up.
“Just what I said, man. I need to get some sleep. I’ve been stayin’ up most round the damn clock and I want to crash tonight.”
“We always tag team it, bro. Since when did you put sleep over pussy?” Colt felt almost betrayed.
“Then tag team her ass with one of the other guys. They all need a release. I need sleep. So I’m gonna bunk in another room and you guys can gang bang the slut.” He was literally choking down his anger at this point. He refused to explain it to himself. He damn sure in the fuck wasn’t gonna explain it to Colt. Hell, Colt was out for a good time, and to get what he needed. He didn’t care if it was a woman or a damn hole in the wall, he’d fuck it to get off. Heaven had been no different. Once he’d gotten used to her, he’d jumped on to the next tight little ass that came into view and moved right from one hole to the next with his dick still wet. And, he’d do the same to Sahara. Pussy was pussy. But Heaven…damn. She was… Heaven. Colt grumbled under his breath but let it go, buying in to Gage’s excuse. Well, until he brought Heaven up next.
“Hey, you think we can get Heaven and Sahara together with the two of us next time? That shit’d be hot. I mean, Heaven’s an okay fuck and has those huge titties, and Sahara is a wild fuck, has the long legs and perfectly round tight ass—”
“Fuckin’ drop it, man!” Gage cut him off. “We have work to do. We’re saving girls, not fuckin’ em. Get your head on straight and let’s do this shit.” Yeah, he was being a dick, but he really didn’t give a fuck. The thought of doin’ an orgy with Heaven involved pissed him off. Any other orgy, he’d be the first to drop his zipper…but not with her. He got pissed at himself for getting pissed, but didn’t want to have to admit shit to himself and ignored it. He was exhausted. That’s all it was, dammit.
*****
Tami’s limp, battered body hung unconscious in the arms of one of Reyes’ fat fuck goons. She was a tiny, frail little thing with blond hair, which hung to her waist and was matted up with blood and dirt in wicked knots. The bastard rattled something off in Spanish and grinned, a stream of spit streaking out of his mouth and down his beard. Sadie shuttered. The door to the dog kennel was opened, and Tami was thrown in. Sadie jumped to catch her and break her fall, wondering if she was even alive. Blood ran down the insides of both of her thighs, and her clothing had been torn and ripped to shreds. Sadie bit back a cry, fighting the urge to charge the fat bastard and strangle him until the last gurgle of air sucked in his tainted, green teeth. Over the past week, the girls had been moved from the little shitty room they were in down into a huge underground basement that narrowed into a tunnel out the other side. Inside this dark, damp, molded hole in the ground were cages upon cages lined in rows as far as she could see from the bare wired drop light. It wasn’t so much the cages that scared her, but all of
the young girls that were in them. There were little girls as young as four or five, ranging up to sixteen or seventeen from what she could gather from the ones still able to talk. All of them had been violated, mostly over and over again, beaten, and left for dead until they’d healed enough to go another round. And, Sadie and Tami were now locked in the fresh meat cage, waiting for their turn. Tami had been taken back first. Now it was only a matter of time. If they were going in order, Sadie was next. The thought of what this poor girl went through bubbled vomit up in her throat.
The son-of-a-bitch slammed the metal door shut and locked it, laughing at them as he walked away. Rage fueled her determination to survive and escape. First things first, she needed to check Tami’s injuries and get her well enough so when the time came, they could run.
“Tami! Come on, please wake up.” Sadie sat on the ground with Tami on her lap. She lowered her head to Tami’s chest to check for a heartbeat, letting out a relieved sigh when she heard it thumping against her ear. Maybe it was better for her to be unconscious. She didn’t need to deal with the memories and pain right now. It was too fresh.
Sadie moved her clothing around, taking inventory of every injury. Bruises and cuts littered her tiny frame from head to toe. Her rib cage was already a deep purple color, which meant she more than likely had a few broken ribs. A huge gash on her head still seeped blood down the side of her face, and Sadie decided it best to try to clean that one first. With their last swallow of water, she rinsed the wound and dabbed her shirt around the edges to get the germs and dirt off.
The tips of her fingers were bloody and most of her nails were broke way back in the quick. From the looks of it, matched with the bruised and swollen knuckles, she’d fought back with all her might. Good girl. At least she still had hope inside. Most of the girls in here had given up completely, praying day and night for death. Sadie laid her on the ground and moved to the waistband of her pants, hesitating to look. She didn’t want to expose her while she wasn’t conscious, but it was probably best. She took in a deep breath and blew it out in exasperation the minute she saw what they’d done to her. “God, baby girl. You’re a fighter,” she whispered. Blood caked her girl parts, so bad that it literally sealed her lips shut. She knew she needed to see the damage and wash away the disgusting vileness, but the water was empty. She glanced around, hoping something, or better yet, someone to save them, would magically appear.
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