“I’m Dax. Harper is my brother. We are members of a little group called the Devil’s Own MC and you are my very special guest. Nobody knows you’re here. Nobody will come to rescue you and nobody will know where to find your body if I choose to kill you. You belong to me for a week and the only thing keeping me from doing anything I want to you is my brother. As long as he does exactly as he’s told you are safe. He’s never been very good at it, but that’s the deal.” He shrugged and grinned.
He tilted his head to look her over again.
“I promised not to fuck you and I promised not to hurt you. That’s all.”
Marty felt her heart begin to race.
Dax grabbed her jaw just a second before he shoved her against the wall and kissed her. The feel of his body pressed against hers made Marty want to fight, but she knew it would only get worse if she fought him. She stood still as he rammed his tongue down her throat and ground his hips against hers.
“Fucking cold fish. I know how to warm you up, but it’ll have to wait.” He stepped away from her and glared as if he hated her. He grabbed her arm with enough force to make tears prick her eyes, but she kept quiet. He threw her into her chair and tied her again.
“Don’t make a sound. I’ll feed you when I feel like it or if you give me something in return. If you get thirsty you can suck my dick and I’ll give you a drink of water. If you need to piss again you can do it naked while I watch or you can piss your pants. You are nothing unless I say so. You don’t have a name unless I give you one. You are nothing. You are like a ghost.”
He turned and walked out. Marty heard the lock slide into place and felt safer than she had with that man in the room with her.
She let her head fall forward. She had to think.
The brothers would find her. They would know who took her. She just had to wait a little while. Mike was probably close, but she didn’t know how deep he was into this club and if he could risk getting her out. If nothing else, Harper would be back in a few days. She could survive this for a few days.
She tried to occupy her mind, but it always came back to the filthy mattress on the floor in the corner of the room and the man who held her prisoner. Would he keep his word to Harper or would he decided to do what his eyes had promised? Would he keep her until she begged him to fuck her just so she could eat?
A shiver ran over Marty’s body and threatened to break her bones. She wouldn’t survive that. She wouldn’t be able to survive making that choice. Tears dripped from her eyes to land on her jean covered thighs. Somehow she had to stay strong. No food was worth giving in to that creature. Nothing was worth that.
Five
Mike leaned back and watched the buxom blonde dance in front of him. She was strung out and way to thin, but she had nice tits. They looked like two balloons glued to a broomstick, but better than anything he’d seen since he’d become Nix Bradley and one of the Devils.
He hated this place. He had been here a month and hadn’t seen one damn thing that redeemed these fuckers in his mind. Nothing here but misery.
He’d done his part to ensure they welcomed him in, but it had sickened him to his core. He looked around the clubhouse for Dax, but he wasn’t there. Mike hadn’t seen Dax in three days, since the night Marty had been taken.
Marty…
Just her name made his dick hard and his anger high. Damned woman snuck under his skin the first damned time he looked at her and she was out of reach almost that fast too. He knew he hadn’t earned that much respect. Not enough to claim a founder’s daughter and that pissed him off more than a little. Fucking Ace looked at him like he was a fucking bug he’d like to squish under his boot. Hadn’t he put his life on the line for Shad’s oldlady? Wasn’t Lacey practically Preach’s kid? Then why did he still feel like he didn’t live up to this shit? And why did he feel like less of a man the second Marty stepped into the room?
Mike hated that feeling. He had watched his daddy stare starry eyed at his mama his whole life and what did it get him? Nothing but heartache. Mike felt his chest ache as he thought of his mama. She had been beautiful and so fragile. His daddy had spent his life giving her everything he thought she needed even if she said she didn’t need anything but her family. In the end nothing had mattered. Her heart hadn’t been strong enough and she had just died. Mike remembered coming home from sixth grade and finding her on the kitchen floor. She had been making cookies…
The couch moved beside him and he cut his eyes to Dax, the President of the Devils and the meanest bastard Mike had ever met. Mike struggled to put his memories away even as he tried not to compare Marty with his mother. Dax looked pissed. That realization cleared Mike’s foggy thoughts in an instant.
“Get down here and suck my dick bitch. That fucking whore in the basement is in for it when my fucking brother fucks up. I will break her.”
He wasn’t talking to Mike, but he still felt those words like a punch to the gut.
Marty…
Mike schooled his features and gave the man a look that said he was encroaching on his territory. By rights that was his pussy. He couldn’t think that Marty was in the basement. Had to be another girl.
“Fuck man, this won’t take long. You can have Tits here back in a second. Almost lost my shit with the little waitress and just need topping off.” Dax said as he grunted.
“Waitress huh? New one or you lettin’ Legs get the better of you?” Mike hated the way they referred to their women by body parts, but it seemed to make them less human. Even the women seemed to think of themselves as nothing more than body parts.
“Fuck no. I hate that bitch. I’d cut her up if the boys didn’t like her so much. This is a little leverage I have on my baby brother. Gonna keep him in line for a while.”
“There ain’t been no new pussy around here since I got here.” Mike let the statement hang in the air.
Dax nodded slowly and Mike didn’t like the evil glint in his eye. Mike knew that the man he was posing as, Nix, was valuable. He had been in some trouble, but the information Spec had been able to get was that Nix Bradley had been a mercenary in the Middle East and had some serious connections to people that honestly scared the shit out of Mike. Dax wanted those connections. He had all but kissed Mike’s ass since the second he’d walked through the door of the clubhouse. Spec had also learned that Nix had a few habits that right this moment Mike was grateful for. The man didn’t share his women and he had a thing about being clean when he fucked. That got him out of touching any of the shanks than hung around the Devil’s den.
“I can’t fuck her.” Dax grabbed a hand full of blonde hair and rammed the girl’s head down on his dick. “She’d rather starve than suck my dick.” Mike heard the sound of the woman choking and watched her struggle as Dax pumped his hips and filled her mouth with his release. He held the girl until she stopped struggling and then shoved her away. “Been three fucking days and she still won’t do shit. About to show her who she’s dealing with though. If she begged for it I’d have an out, but I can’t break my word.” He glared at the blonde on the floor.
She had tears running down her face and cum dripping from her lips as she panted for breath.
“Fucking learn how to give head or drown in that shit. You are fucking useless.”
Dax righted his clothes.
“Get back to it and you better treat Nix better than you just treated me or I’ll put you in the ground.”
The girl’s eyes were huge as she looked to Mike. She crawled on her hands and knees to him and frantically reached for his belt. Mike batted her away.
“Get the fuck away from me. I don’t want Dax’s shit dripped all over me. Fuck.” It wasn’t hard to look disgusted. Mike sure as shit didn’t want Dax Towery’s DNA all over his dick.
Dax laughed and slapped Mike on the shoulder. “I think I have a way to make it up to you.”
Mike raised a brow.
“You haven’t fucked a woman since you got here.”
“I’
d need about a gallon of bleach to get one clean enough to stick my dick in.” Mike sneered. “I’d hate for it to rot off.”
Dax nodded. “Well I like to see my boys happy so here’s what I can do. I can either snatch you a little girl from town, if I get a young one she will be pretty clean or I can let you play with my new toy. From what I’ve been told she’s a pure as a babe and you didn’t seem to mind her looks the other night.” He leaned back. “I gave my word that I’d not fuck her or hurt her.” He met Mike’s eyes. “I want you to do both and I want to watch you.”
Mike’s brows lifted.
“Just to make sure the job is done…” Dax grinned.
“You think I need lessons on how to fuck a girl?” Mike let his face twist in anger. He knew exactly who this girl was and he was pissed. How could Spec let this happen? He told himself that he would find that out soon enough and tried to calm down.
Dax held up his hands. “No it’s not that. I want to see that look she gets when you pop her cherry. I want to take that from Harper even if it’s not my dick doing the taking. He was so pissed the other night when I was talking about eating her out.” He laughed as if this was a game.
“So use your fucking fingers. I don’t like an audience.” Mike spat. He couldn’t do this shit and he sure couldn’t let this sick bastard watch. He hated the idea of Marty having to suffer, but there was a fear in his belly that he knew would betray them. He couldn’t do this to her. He knew he couldn’t.
“No. You don’t get the same look. I want to take a picture and show it to Harper when he fucks up. I fucking love that look. Think I’ll have a girl snatched for myself…” Dax shook his head. “That will have to wait, too much shit to do first.”
Mike hated this man. He wanted to gut him. He wanted to cut him into little pieces, but he needed to go along with it and maybe he could save Marty from some grief.
“Fine. Once, but she’s mine the rest of the time. Just mine. I don’t share my pussy and I’m not happy about this shit.”
“Deal.” Dax stood and grinned like he had just done something great. “Come on then. May as well get to it. I have a few things to take care of before you can have her, but not too long. I have her watching a few videos that will help her keep her trap shut if she gets out of here.”
The look he gave Mike told him that whatever Marty was being forced to watch wasn’t anything good. He swore to himself that he would spend the rest of his life protecting her if they managed to get out of this alive. He didn’t even feel the fear he thought he would at the declaration. It just seemed right and made him more determined to see it through.
Six
Marty straightened when she heard the door lock slide open. She had hoped she would be left alone longer, even if she did need to pee. Dax had visited her several times now. He usually brought something to eat and drink and offered them to her if she would do him a favor. She had refused so far. She had found a way to sort of hobble to the bathroom and get a drink from the filthy faucet and Dax had let her use the bathroom, but insisted on watching. Food though she would have to earn and she wasn’t that hungry yet, but she was closer than she had ever been in her life. She thought it had been three days, but she couldn’t be sure of the time.
He had wheeled in a tv on a cart like Marty had seen at school when she was little. There were movies stacked under the Tv on top of the ancient looking VCR. Dax had popped one in and told her it was to keep her entertained during her visit. She kept hoping he would just forget all about her, but he kept the videos going. They showed her how he could get to her anytime he chose. There were dozens of women being terrorized by this monster and they never spoke out. She watched countless women being raped in their beds at night while their loved ones slept. They just took it and if they made a sound this monster would torture anyone who came into the room. She had watched children and elderly relatives along with countless men. This man wielded a power over his victims that Marty couldn’t understand and even as it made fear slither inside her like a slimy beast it also awakened something Marty had fought all her life to control. Her anger had always been out of control, but her mama had taught her how to tame it, how to contain it, but now she felt it straining at the bonds she had placed on it. Marty took a deep breath to try to settle her anger, but the breath only seemed to fan the flames that burned inside of her. Mama had said the temper was bound to happen since Ace was atomic when mad and Mama’s daddy was Irish. Marty didn’t know where it came from, but she had always feared it. Anger is what drove her to hacking and it gave her an outlet of sorts, but there was no computer here. She tried to breathe as the door opened and she met his cold blue eyes. She would kill this man. She knew as well as she knew her name. He might do terrible things to her and take a piece of her forever, but she would take his life and that was forever too. In that moment she found that she wanted something more than food, she wanted blood and she would do anything to get it.
“What’s your name today?”
“My name is Marty, you fucking psycho prick.” He always asked her that and he raged at her, but today he smiled.
“No, no, no. You have no name.” He pulled a girl into the room. Marty recognized the wide terrified eyes. It was Hannah. “This is Marty.” He shook the weeping woman and she nodded. He threw her to the floor. “Marty is a bad little girl, but she is going to learn how to be grateful.”
Marty couldn’t speak. She had a feeling that this woman was going to suffer because of something she had done, but she had no idea how to stop it and all she could think about is how this woman could help her kill Dax.
“We are going to play a little game. I am going to leave Marty here to watch movies with you. You will comfort her. You will tell her that everything will be alright. Marty is very hungry. You will find a way to feed her won’t you? You won’t let her starve. It’s all on you.” His smile made bile rise in her throat. Marty knew the only way for her to get food was to let this creature touch her. She couldn’t. She shook her head.
Dax laughed. “When she is crying and begging you for food you will feed her. She has been without for hours now.”
Marty shook her head.
Hannah was crying and had huddled in the corner of the room. Marty knew that she would break down and do anything this man wanted eventually, but it would take time and he was running out of that. She would hold out as long as she could. Harper would be back soon. She could wait. Just a few more days and if for some reason Harper didn’t come back then there was always another…
Marty screwed her eyes shut. She couldn’t think about Mike. She knew he was among this group of bastards. Why hadn’t he come for her? Why had he left her here to rot in this shithole with Dax? Anger was growing inside her like a living thing. It writhed and stretched until Marty couldn’t think.
Her chest hurt when she thought about Mike so she tried to push the memories away. He had seemed to care for her, but if he had left her how could he? Maybe he had no way of getting to her. Maybe he was wrapped up in something too dangerous to risk even trying to save her. If he saved her she couldn’t kill Dax and she wanted that more than she wanted to survive right now. She would free all those women and herself by killing the monster who haunted them.
She felt tears threaten to flood her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I will never agree to you touching me. I’d rather starve.”
Dax crouched down until his eyes burned into hers. “It’s not you that will suffer.” He pointed to Hannah. “I made no promises for her.”
A chill ran down Marty’s spine. She knew what that meant. Dax would have no mercy on Hannah and it would all be Marty’s fault. She had to think of something, but she felt pretty useless strapped to a chair. He studied her as if she had suddenly become someone he had never seen before. He grunted.
“You have more spirit than that little shit Harper can handle anyway. I’ll be doing him a favor.”
He slammed the door behind him and Marty heard the lock
slide into place. She knew she had run out of time. She didn’t know how she knew it with such clarity, but she was certain that the next time she laid eyes on Dax he would kill her. She had to think.
They had taken her phone… she looked toward the TV. She might be able to do something with it if she could get free.
“Hannah. Hannah!” She said a little louder when the girl didn’t answer. “You have to listen to me now.”
Hannah was curled into a ball on the floor crying.
“I need you to see if you can get my hands free so I can try to figure out how to get us out of this mess.”
Hannah didn’t answer, she just whimpered miserably.
“Listen to me. Dax will rape you. He will starve you and beat you and anything else he can think of. I am your only chance here. Do you want to die here?”
“N…no.”
“Then get the fuck off the floor and get me out of this chair.”
Hannah looked stunned. She crawled to Marty and fumbled with the restraints. Marty had about lost hope when she felt them loosen and fall to the floor. She shoved out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. When she had finished she washed her grimy face and hands before taking a long drink of the metallic tasting water.
“The water is pretty clean. It will fill your belly even if it isn’t food.”
Hannah made her way into the bathroom and frowned at the filth, but she drank deeply anyway.
Marty knew she had done the same thing the first time she had looked at the tiny room, but now she hardly cared how nasty it was or how filthy she was. Nothing mattered anymore except killing Dax and escaping.
She left Hannah in the bathroom and walked to the Tv. It was an older one and Marty knew she would be able to take it apart, but would that help her make a weapon? She wished she had a knife, but in the end she smashed the TV into the concrete floor. Glass shattered and Marty gathered a couple of big pieces. She jerked the chord out and coiled it neatly and placed it with the shards of glass. She didn’t think she would be able to strangle Dax without him gaining the upper hand, but the chord would be useful. She searched her pockets for something to use as a screwdriver and found the napkin. She pulled it out and found Mike’s scribbled note.
MIKE: Defenders MC Page 3