TORTURE ME: The Bandits MC

by Leah Wilde

  And to make matters worse, the man sitting in the chair before me was a killer. Sure, he was worn out from sitting in that chair for an undisclosed amount of time, but his presence was threatening now that I knew who and what he was. I also knew that I had something invested in finding out what I could from him.

  As much as I wanted to resent Gage for coming into my life and putting me in this position, I couldn’t deny my attraction to him. I also couldn’t deny the rush I got from realizing I was involved in some clandestine underground criminal activity. I wanted to deny how I felt. I wanted to be put-off, offended, all of that, but I wasn’t. It was thrilling to find myself here, skirting danger even as I approached the chair across from Dimitri. It was even more thrilling when I reflected on how delicious the man who got me into this was.

  I sat down at the wooden table. Dimitri lifted his head, and seeing that it was me, he sat up straight in his chair.

  “Help me,” he wheezed in Russian. We only talked in Russian.

  “I’m trying,” I assured him, “but you’re going to have to give me some kind of information to take back to Gage if you want my help.”

  “Fuck him,” he told me in his exhausted voice. “He’s going to kill me as soon as I give him any information. You have to know this.”

  I looked Dimitri over. Other than where the ropes seemed to be rubbing him raw and a fresh cut on the middle finger of his right hand, he didn’t look like anyone had roughed him up. He looked tired, and his features were beginning to look a little emaciated, as if he’d been down in the basement for several days with minimal nourishment.

  That wouldn’t have surprised me, I decided. It seemed very likely that Gage was treating him as a prisoner of war. A weakened killer was much better than a killer who was still on top of his game, I figured, making the situation with Dimitri a little easier to handle.

  “Don’t you think he would have already killed you?” I asked him.

  “No. He wants to torture me until I talk.”

  “Well, as long as you don’t talk, we’re both prisoners here, Dimitri, so I need you to talk. I need to return to work and my life at home,” I told him, trying to appeal to his emotions.

  He let his head fall forward again and laughed. “You’re never going to be free,” he said. “He’s not going to let you go.”

  “What makes you say that, Dimitri?” I crossed my legs and shifted my weight in the chair.

  “He doesn’t let anyone go. I’ve been watching Gage for years now. No one leaves him. Once you’re in, you’re in for life,” he croaked.

  “I don’t know about that,” I told him. I wanted to believe Gage when he said he would let me go after all of this. Knowing the nature of his relationship with the Russian, I didn’t have high hopes for Dimitri, but I had to try to ignore that to convince him to talk.

  “You’ll learn,” he said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

  “Gage told me about who you are,” I mentioned, trying to provoke him to talk more.

  “What did he tell you?” He tilted his head back down to face me, opening his blue eyes and giving me a chilling look.

  “He told me you tried to kill him.”

  A slow, crooked smile spread across Dimitri’s face. “I did. That rat bastard. He undercut my boss on a trade, and it cost us a customer. So I came around to pay him a visit. I camped out across the street, but when Gage and his biker thugs left the clubhouse, two of his men broke down the door where I was and jumped me. It was two on one, and it was a surprise attack. He knows he can’t take me one-on-one.”

  “Says the guy who was camped out in a room across the street with a sniper rifle pointed as supposedly unsuspecting bikers who were leaving their clubhouse to go for a ride,” I added for him, helping him create some perspective.

  “Hell, it didn’t even have to be with a sniper rifle,” he added. “He knows he can’t take me in hand-to-hand combat.”

  “Uh-huh. That’s why you had to distance yourself with a rifle like that. But what if I told you he had you defeated the moment you showed up to ambush the ride?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “I mean he knew you were going to do it, so he staged the ride to draw you out and set you up.”

  “There’s no way he can be that smart,” Dimitri argued.

  “Seems to me you two underestimate each other a lot. If he was able to find out that you were planning on taking him down, don’t you think he’s capable of finding out where Ivan is without you?” I asked him.

  “I’d like to see that,” he replied with a laugh.

  “He’s got people on it right now,” I lied. “And if they find him without your help, you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting out of here alive. They won’t even beat you. He told me they’ll just come down here and shoot you. Then, they’ll remove your body, and who knows what will happen to you then?”

  “Bullshit. How do you know?” He was growing agitated, pulling on his straps and wiggling in the chair trying to work himself loose.

  “He told me, just a little while ago, when he told me why you were here,” I told him, keeping my tone even, trying to sound like it didn’t matter to me one way or the other what happened to him.

  “You’ve got to help me get out of here,” Dimitri said anew, no longer worn out and tired, like he’d seemed when I came in at first. Now he seemed wide awake, full of energy. He seemed alive again. It was pretty amazing how that worked, I thought.

  “I’ve already told you,” I reiterated, “I’ll help you when you help me.”

  He sighed and stopped fighting. “I’m not telling you shit,” he barked. “Now, either help me or fuck off so I can figure out how I’m going to do this.”

  “You know, it’s probably not wise to tell me you’re planning on escaping,” I suggested to him.

  He froze and leveled his eyes on me.

  “That’s right. I’m sort of in with the guy who’s holding you down here. If you tell me you’re trying to escape, I’m somewhat obligated to let him know.”

  “Come on,” he pleaded. “You can’t possibly have any issue with me. You don’t even know me.”

  “I know that my loyalty has been bought,” I told him. “I don’t care who or what you are, but I’ve been paid to report back to Gage anything that you tell me. And he’ll know that you’re trying to figure out an escape in here, and that you’re making a pretty convincing show of it.”

  “What would it take to get you not to rat me out?” he asked.

  “Dimitri,” I said. “You already know what I need. I need you to tell me what your boss is planning next. I need to know where he’s going to be, when he’s going to be there, and who’s going to be there with him.”

  “You expect me to just hand him over like that?”

  “I do,” I admitted. “Because I already know what’s going to happen to you if you don’t. Now, if you do hand him over, you’ll be fine.”

  He laughed. “You’re just the translator. You’re not in a position to make promises like that. I hope you understand.”

  “Are you sure that’s all I am?” I cocked an eyebrow, and he sat back, silent and still, finally. “Now, are you going to listen to me?”

  He nodded. I had no idea what was going through his mind at that moment, but I knew I very well could have just screwed myself by making my role in all of this sound bigger and more important that it was.

  “You give me the information I need, and I’ll make sure you walk out of here with me,” I lied to him. Deep down, I knew he was right. I knew that once we got the information we needed out of him, Gage’s desire to exact revenge would take over, and there wouldn’t be anything that anyone else would be able to do to stop him.

  “You don’t have that kind of power here,” he argued. “I’m not going to talk to you unless you agree to help me get out of here yourself.”

  I knew damn well what would happen if I did that. I shook my head. “I can’t do that.
Only one person can let you go.”

  He nodded. “I know. And he’s not going to, no matter what I say or don’t say. In fact, the longer I keep quiet, the more time I buy. I think I’ve mentioned this before. The sooner I talk, the sooner he’s done with me. Once he’s finished with me, he’ll have one of the guys come down and kill me.”

  He was so convinced that I began to wonder, myself, if he was right. He had certainly known Gage longer than I had. Was it possible that even though they were rivals, he really did know the man better than I did?

  The Gage I was beginning to get to know seemed to live by a moral code of sorts. Certainly helping him out would have meant something to him. The Gage I knew was kind and trustworthy underneath his rough exterior. Surely he would’ve shown Dimitri mercy for helping him find Ivan and put an end to all of this.

  Then again, what did I know? I’d just met the man. I hadn’t seen how he treated rivals other than what he was doing to Dimitri, and his treatment of the Russian seemed pretty mild compared to what it could have been. I just didn’t know what to expect from him, to be honest with myself.

  “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” the Russian asked me.

  I just stared at him. I was thinking about what I knew would happen no matter what, and I had no answers to the question of whether or not he’d let Dimitri go free if he offered up Ivan. Well, I was starting to come to a conclusion that I didn’t like, that it didn’t matter what Dimitri did, that he was right and he would end up dead either way.

  “You know I’m right, don’t you?” he said, calmly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re figuring it out.”

  “Just shut up,” I snapped. “Shut the hell up. You just keep running your mouth, and you’re not helping your case any. So just shut up.” I got up, disappointed that I’d allowed him to shake my resolve like that, and I walked to the door without saying another word.

  Dimitri sat quietly behind me. I figured he’d achieved his goal of disrupting me, so he had nothing left to say at the moment. He’d certainly given me something to think about, though.

  I pushed open the steel door. It wasn’t locked, but Gage stood outside waiting on me.

  “Did you get anything good?”

  I shook my head and sighed. “No.”

  He closed and locked the door behind me. “Nothing?”

  “He asked me to help him escape and said that he’s going to try it anyway,” I told him. It was amazing to me how exhausted I felt after that session. When I started talking to Gage in English, I realized how long I’d been sitting in that room speaking in Russian. It always felt like a culture shock to switch languages like that.

  “Well, I’d like to see him make it through here.” Gage patted the door. He started to walk away from the room and put an arm across my tired shoulders. “Come on. Let’s get you a drink and maybe call it a night. What do you say?”

  I nodded. “I’d like that. I’m definitely done for the day.” I reached up and held his hand on my shoulder.

  Chapter 8

  Gage

  “Let’s run by your place and pick some of your things up so you have overnight clothes,” I said to Julia as I let go of her shoulder at the bottom of the stairs.

  “That sounds good,” she said as she trudged up the stairs ahead of me.

  She looked defeated. I had noticed as soon as she walked out of the room with Dimitri that she seemed worn down, exhausted. I wanted to ask her how it went, but I wanted to give her time to recover from it as well first. I didn’t want to bombard her with questions right away. She’d told me the gist of what he’d said already, and it was enough to make me want to send someone down to remind him of where he was, but I was saving all of that for later. I wanted to give her a chance to get information out of him before roughing him up.

  I left Julia standing just inside the shop as I ducked into the office to see who was at the desk, just in case we had any official business come in. It was Chase, one of the brothers who’d taken down Dimitri in the first place.

  He was sitting behind the metal desk in the corner, kicked back in the small office chair and watching something on his phone. “Hey, Chase,” I called abruptly, catching him off guard.

  He grabbed the desk as the chair threatened to come out from underneath him. “Shit, Gage! What’s up?”

  “Heading out with our translator for the night. While I’m keeping an eye on her, make sure somebody’s watching your boy downstairs.”

  He nodded. “Will do. I’ll probably hang out here all night, so I’ll go down and check on him in a bit.”

  “Be sure you do. And no funny business. He needs to be able to talk when we get back tomorrow,” I cautioned him.

  “Got it.” He didn’t look back up from his phone, but I knew I could count on him to take care of business for us.

  “Alright, let’s go.” I put my hand on the small of Julia’s back and walked her to the Suburban. Touching her sent shockwaves through my fingers, tingling all the way up my arm. I wanted to do horrible things to her, but when she was awake enough to enjoy them. She trudged with me to the car, barely picking up her feet, her shoulders slumped over.

  “Don’t you have a motorcycle?” she asked as I opened the car door.

  “Yeah, but maybe not tonight. Maybe when you’re feeling a little more up to it,” I said softly. “Besides, we usually use the Suburban for our guests anyway, or when it’s not really appropriate for everyone to pull up at the same time on a bike.”

  “Makes sense,” she said lifelessly as she climbed into the SUV.

  He’d really drained her in there, I thought as I watched her melt into the passenger seat. I needed to do something special to let her know everything was going to be alright. A lazy takeout dinner sounded good. Delivery sounded even better.

  “So, what’s the plan for tonight?” she asked as we backed out of the garage. “Am I still staying with the motorcycle club until I get numb nuts to talk in the basement?”

  “Yes and no,” I answered. “You’re not going home, but you’re not staying at HQ. You’re staying with me.” It sounded a lot better than I was sure it was going to be.

  “Oh really?” she asked, turning towards me in her seat. I could hear it in her voice; she was thinking I meant more than just staying with me.

  “Yep. I have a nice, comfy bed that you can use and a really comfy couch that I’ll be using,” I told her, not taking my eyes off the road. I didn’t want to see the suspicion and disbelief in her eyes.

  “Right. We’ll see how long that lasts,” she said, turning back in her seat.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I allowed myself a glimpse of how the seatbelt rested across in front of her, riding right between her breasts and showing me their curves perfectly. I could only imagine what she looked like under that sweater she’d been wearing all day. My desire had been growing quietly all day, and we would be at her place soon, where I would probably get a peek at what she was trying to hide.

  She didn’t ask how I knew where she lived or how I’d been able to find her apartment building. She either took it for granted or understood it was one of those things she really didn’t want to know.

  We parked in front of her modest apartment building, the solid brick structure standing above the trees in the fading evening light with its small square windows mostly lit up to keep the dark from creeping in. The building wasn’t quite what I’d expected for someone in her position, a prestigious world-renowned professor. She probably had a lot of student loans to pay back. She hadn’t been out of school but for a year or two with her PhD.

  “Let me guess. You’re coming up with me,” she said flatly as we got out of the car.

  “Of course I am,” I said. “I can’t let you out of my sight. What if you decide to try something stupid?”

  “You know, I’ve had plenty of opportunities today to try something stupid,” she snapped back at me.

  I winked. “You’ve been watched all day, so you were never reall
y alone at any point today.”

  I slid out of the car and closed the door behind me. She came around the front of the Suburban, heading toward one of the side doors in her building instead of the main front entrance. I pushed myself off the car and hurried to catch up with her.

  We took the stairs up to her floor. “Do you have something against elevators?” I asked her as we passed the third floor.

  “Why do you say that?” She called down to me, her tone upbeat now that we were in her building.

  “You used the stairs at the university, and now you’re doing it here, too,” I pointed out.