“You gorgeous, beautiful woman,” he mumbled in a deep voice, as he looked at me. His breath was falling heavily on my skin, my face, my arms. It was like he was trying to memorize every cell in my body.
With one hand, he started pulling my panties down, and I watched as they flew to the floor. We were both fully dressed still, other than my panties which were on the ground now.
“King…what if…” I began to say, but he shushed me. His eyes were sparkling, dark and on fire.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re with me now, Valentina. Nothing matters,” he said, and I heard the sound of his buckle coming off, the zip on his jeans being pulled down. My breath constricted in my throat, for a second, I thought I was going to pass out from the desire and excitement.
“Tell me again, King,” I whispered, and he smiled as he held me, his face inches away from mine. I could almost taste him…I could kiss him if I wanted to, but I needed to hear his voice.
“You’re with me, Valentina. Nothing is going to happen to you here. I’m going to keep you safe,” his voice was hoarse and relaxed at the same time. And in the same breath, I felt his cock slide into me. I gasped and bobbed up in his arms.
He was big and strong, and his cock had smoothly pushed through my wet folds and was buried deep inside me. I could feel my eyes glazing over; only his voice was stuck in my head. All I could hear was him.
I whimpered as I dug my nails into his biceps, holding him tighter. He moved his hips, pulling his cock out of me and then sliding it inside me right after.
“Look at me while I fuck you, Valentina. I want you to look me in the eye. Tell me you trust me,” he was speaking firmly like it was a command…and I obeyed. I turned my eyes to him. He looked strong and masculine and like he meant every word he was telling me.
I parted my lips, still in a daze. His cock was deep inside me, sliding in and out with smooth thrusts.
“I trust you, King. You are the only one I’ve ever trusted,” I said, and his nostrils flared. He pushed his cock into me with a sudden force, and I gasped again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t control myself,” he said, knocking his forehead against mine. Our breathings were heavy and labored. I could hear my heart beating as I gave myself up to him.
“You’re not hurting me. I want this,” I cried, and my orgasm came pouring down on me. I gritted my teeth, and my eyes rolled back. I could feel myself shaking in his arms as I came. King shot his seed into me too. He groaned and shook as he came, burying himself deep inside me. I could feel myself soaring.
By the end of our orgasms, we were both laughing.
This could easily have been the happiest day of my life. The first time, ten years ago, when he first made love to me, took my virginity…I’d felt something similar, but nothing like this. Now, I was free of my father and the gang, and I could give myself to King completely.
He picked my panties up and handed it to me. I pulled it back on, and the whole time, he was watching me from under his heavy lids.
“Are you trying to memorize this moment?” I asked him with a smile, as I smoothened my hair with my hands.
“I don’t have to because this is just the first of many,” he said and grabbed my wrist, he pulled me to himself again. We kissed and left the church’s laundry room with my arm linked in his.
Our feet scraped against the stone floor of the hallway as we walked back towards the altar.
“What do we do if the priest sees us now? He’ll know that we were alone in here,” I said in a whisper, the color rising in my cheeks again.
“It’ll be our little secret then. Just between the three of us,” he said, as we walked out into an empty altar. The priest and the rest of the parish were long gone, and I laughed aloud openly once again.
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I decided to walk back to Moira’s place. King told me that he had some stuff to take care of and I decided that I needed the fresh air, even though he insisted on calling me a cab. After some convincing, King finally relented and let me walk back home.
I walked the whole way with a smile on my face, and I found myself humming a tune as well. I just couldn’t wrap my head around how well everything had worked out. I knew I would have to wait just some more time until King could sort out the trouble with the gang and after that, I could move in with him, and we could finally start living our lives together.
I saw the black Mercedes pulled up outside Moira’s building, the moment the avenue came into view. I squinted my eyes to see, but the windows were tinted. A sudden cold fear had gripped my belly the moment I saw the car; I knew something was wrong.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that I was completely alone and whoever was inside the car, would have seen me already. If they wanted to cause me any harm, all they would have to do would be to follow me down the street. I was on foot after all.
So, my best bet would have been to somehow make it past the car, into the building and to lock myself up in Moira’s apartment. Keeping my head down and my face turned away, I tried to pick up pace and rush towards the entrance.
I had crossed the car, and I fumbled with the lock on the door, and before I had even put the key in; I’d heard the sound of the car door opening.
“Valentina, where are you going sweetheart?” I heard a voice behind me, and immediately, I knew it was Juan. I would have recognized that voice anywhere. My hands shook as I tried to get the key in the lock, my body quivering with fear, and I heard his footsteps behind me.
A hand reached over my shoulder to keep the door shut and slowly, with my breath caught in my throat, I turned to look at him. He had a greasy smile pasted across his face, and he was looking down at me with accomplishment. I winced, as he brought a hand towards my face, tracing the faded and hidden outline of the bruise on my jaw.
“You’ve done a good job of covering it up, beautiful,” he said, and my skin crawled from his touch.
I yanked myself away from him, glaring deep into his eyes. I couldn’t believe that he’d found me.
“Get away from me, Juan! I’m under the protection of the Rogue Rebels now!” I barked at him, which only made him smile a little wider.
“Are you? Well, it doesn’t work that way, sweetheart. You belong to us. Your precious Papi gave you to us, and you shouldn’t have even tried to get away,” he said and reached for my wrist, he pulled me. I struggled against him, but Juan was much stronger, and he was dragging me down the steps, towards his parked car.
I didn’t stop screaming or calling for help, but nobody heard, I was all alone. Until I heard someone else’s cries. It was coming from the car. I looked up, and now saw through the open door, Paola sitting in the back seat. She was crying; her makeup was running in puddles down her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Valentina…they made me! I’m so sorry!” she was crying, and when I saw her, my body went limp. Now I knew how Juan had found me. Paola had either given up the information willingly or maybe they had her phone bugged. Either way, calling her had been a mistake, giving her my address had been an even bigger one.
I held her gaze, shooting darts at her through my eyes. Paola was shaking her head, hollering more.
“What are you going to do to her? Please, Juan…don't do this!” she wailed, as he shoved me into the backseat of the car with her.
“That is none of your business, bitch,” he hissed at her, sticking his head into the car.
I was lying on my side on the back seat, close enough to Paola to be able to smell her cheap perfume. How was this happening? Just when I thought everything was going to be all right, just minutes after I was so truly happy?
“Juan, you’re making a big mistake,” I said through gritted teeth, straightening myself up.
“Juan, please let her go,” Paola continued to wail, and instead of targeting me, Juan extended his hand past my shoulder and landed a cracking slap on Paola’s face. With enough force to jerk her face sideways. She cried out with pain, and another volley of tears p
oured down her cheeks.
“Stop battering her. Hit me if you have to!” I snapped at him. Juan turned to me with a smile and then reached for my face again. I was cold to his touch, my body slithering from his proximity.
“We wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours, would we? Besides, I have other plans for you, sweetheart,” he said and slammed the car door shut on us.
Paola was sniffling beside me, and I tried to calm myself as Juan sat down on the front seat beside the driver.
“Let’s go,” I heard him say, just as Paola wrapped her long cold arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder in solidarity. I wasn’t really in the mood for hugs, even though I forgave her. Whatever she had done or not done, this wasn’t her fault. All I needed to do, was figure out an escape plan or somehow get in touch with King.
Through the dark tinted glasses, I couldn’t see a thing outside, so I didn’t even know where they were taking me.
Chapter 15
King
Elwood had called Church, and my brothers and I were standing in a circle around him, discussing what our next moves against the Muerte Viviente were going to be. We were all in agreement that we needed to act fast before they retaliated. Even though they were small and useless against the Rogue Rebels’ authority, chances were that they were going to try and seek vengeance. Especially since I had stolen their prized possession, Valentina, from them as well.
“Do we know where they like to hang?” one of the guys asked and I nodded my head.
“Hiputi, it’s a gambling bar downtown, in their hood,” I told them. As far as I knew; the Muerte Viviente hadn’t changed their congregation location in all these years.
“We could hit that?” Slade suggested, and Elwood was thinking.
“Are there more kids?” he asked, and Commando shrugged his shoulders at his father.
“There could be more. The ones we rescued were the ones on lease to the Black Skulls,” he said, and I shook my head.
“There aren’t anymore. The gang is running massive losses at the moment, and I sniffed around. There are no other fighting rings in operation right now. My guess is that they put all their kids to work with the Black Skulls,” I told them.
“So, the only reason for us to attack the Muerte Viviente would be to teach them a lesson?” one of my other brothers spoke up, and Elwood took in a deep breath.
“Yes, and also to make sure that they are so far defeated that they can’t do the same thing to any other children anymore,” he said.
“The best way to do that would be to take out Juan Castillo,” I suggested, and Elwood met my eye.
“He’s their leader now, but what is to stop them from appointing another leader after he’s taken out?” Girth asked from beside me, and I turned to him.
“Because without Juan, and if they’re reduced to rubble by us, it will take them a very long time to band together again. The gang is running low right now, technically, they don’t have the power or control they used to. Now is the best time to hit them where it hurts,” I told him, and when I turned back, I saw that Elwood was nodding his head, he agreed with me.
“King is right. Now is our opportunity and we should strike when we have the chance. Put an end to these scumbags,” he growled, and a cheer rang out in the bar. We had all been waiting for Elwood’s approval to take them out. Everyone who had gone to the warehouse and seen the way the kids were being treated, knew that this needed to come to an end once and for all.
Commando thumped my back like it was my own personal victory…and I knew that in a way, it would be. Once the Muerte Viviente were eliminated, it would mean that Valentina would be finally safe. It would mean that we could start living our lives together.
The front doors of the bar slapped open, and we looked up to see Moira charge into the place.
“Moira, my darling daughter…you’ve arrived just in time. We were going to start celebrating!” Elwood greeted her, and I could see that he was clearly in a good mood.
Unlike Moira, who looked like she had something on her mind. Instead of responding to her father, she weaved through the crowds of the gathered MC, and it appeared like she was heading directly in the direction of Commando and me.
Even before she had spoken, I knew this had to be important. Despite having her whole family connected with the MC, Moira made sure that she stayed as far away from this life and our environment as possible.
When our eyes met, I knew this was about Valentina.
“King, she’s not at my place. Please tell me you know where she is,” Moira came to a stop directly in front of me. There was silence in the bar, everyone’s attention turned to us, and I could hear myself breathing hard.
“What are you talking about? When we left church this morning, she said that she was going to go back to your apartment directly,” I hissed, and my fists were clenched on my sides. I knew I shouldn’t have let her walk home by herself. Moira’s eyes widened, and a sudden fear had entered them. She considered Valentina to be her responsibility, and she was already beginning to blame herself.
“I came home an hour ago. She wasn’t there, and I waited for her, she didn’t show up. You think something’s happened?” she was speaking too fast, but I caught every word of it.
“They’ve got to her,” I growled.
“Who?” Moira asked, her mouth dropping open in horror.
“The Muerte Viviente,” Girth said from over my shoulder and then I felt Commando’s hand on my shoulder.
“We’re with you, brother. Whatever you need to do,” I heard him say.
“We need to go to Hiputi and beat the shit out of some assholes till they tell me where they’ve taken her,” I said, and I looked up at Elwood. He was staring at me, turning the information over in his head. Then he tipped his head once in agreement.
“Commando and Girth, go with him,” Elwood said, and within seconds, the three of us were charging out of the bar and towards our bikes.
“Hey! King! We’re going to get her back,” Commando said, as we revved up our bikes. I couldn’t respond to him. I couldn’t do anything but zoom off. This had quickly turned from the happiest to the worst day of my life. I couldn’t lose Valentina again, not after I’d promised her that I would keep her safe.
I cursed myself under my breath as I rode. I shouldn’t ever have let her go back home on her own. I should have known that it wasn’t safe yet.
Chapter 16
Valentina
I felt like it was a nightmare in my sleep. This couldn’t be happening to me again!
I realized that I had been knocked out cold, and this time when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in a motel room. Instead, I was in the storage room of the gambling bar that the Muerte Viviente had always hung out in. I recognized the room from my childhood. It was the place that Papi never allowed me to peep into.
I’d heard screams coming from this room, and I knew Papi did bad things here. To people who disrespected him, or went against him. Now, it was me who was tied up to a chair and left here. How had my life come to this? Juan had confirmed it now, Papi was the one who had brought this upon me.
I pulled at my hands, but they didn’t give way. Whoever had tied my hands together behind my back had done a pretty good job. I could feel the rope burning and chaffing my skin the harder I pulled, and I cried out, in agony.
They had left me on a chair, too hard and too uncomfortable, and I had no idea how long I’d been captive here. It could have been a couple of hours, or it could have been a day. I was hungry and tired and my wrists hurt.
I was still wearing the yellow dress; I saw when I looked down at my lap. The yellow dress I had bought for church, the one I had selected just because I wanted to see the glimmer in King’s eyes when he saw me in it. When I thought of him, I knew I didn’t want to give up so easily. I still had some fight left in me.
I looked about the room, hoping I could find some way to get out of this place, but it seemed unlikely. Just one low hang
ing bulb swayed in the room, throwing a pale-yellow light around, while most of the corners were shrouded in shadows.
The walls were disintegrating, and there was a horrid stench of damp wetness. I could hear the trickle of drops of water falling from the ceiling somewhere and collecting in a bucket that someone had thoughtfully placed under it. The dripping contributed to the damp stench in the room, and I gulped. The floor was dirty, the walls looked slimy, and the loud voices of people and a hum of grunge music echoed in the room.
There were people outside. They were probably Members of the Muerte Viviente gang. I knew it was a gambling bar, and I had an idea of what the scene outside this room would look like. Men from the gang, gathered around gambling tables, watching and playing and sloshing drinks down their throats. Juan and his cronies were resting easy in the knowledge that they had me tied now, that I wouldn’t be able to make it out of here.
I tugged at the rope again, and once again, it seared my skin, and I winced. Chances of me getting my hands to slip out of the confines were very little. So, I hurled myself forward instead. If only I could crawl over enough to the door and use the handle on the door to cut through the rope? It was an impossible task to undertake, but I had to try something. I couldn’t just wait around here for Juan to come back and do with me as he pleased.
I fell forward on the dirty, grimy floor, the chair falling with me because my arms were still tied around it. I groaned when my cheek hit the concrete, and I pressed my eyes closed from the pain. The floor was reverberating with the sounds of the thumping music outside. But the only thing I could hear was King’s voice. His reassuring words. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing; I knew that it wouldn’t take him long to get into action and look for me. Eventually, he would find me. Eventually, he would think of looking in Hiputi, and then Juan and his gang would have no chance against the Rogue Rebels.
The door of the storage room creaked open, and I held my breath. I couldn’t twist my head up enough to look at who was coming in, but I was already bracing myself for an attack.
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