Mikial

by K. J. Dahlen

  Before they could leave, Zipper came over and handed Sam a slip of paper. It held an address.

  Sam nodded. He knew where the building was.

  Izzy rushed forward and grabbed Mountain’s arm. When he paused to look at her, she was crying. Tears rolled down her face as she begged him, “Please bring her back with you. I can’t lose her now.”

  Without saying anything, he tore his arm away from her hold and continued toward the door.

  No one said a word as they all watched the three men leave the building. The silence surrounding them was shattered as they heard three bikes start up and the grumble of the gate as it opened.

  ~* * * *~

  When Micah and Melora got to the warehouse and drove inside, she felt the cold of the building surround her. The place was cool and damp inside and the air inside smelled stale. They came to a stop well inside the building and the stark silence that surrounded them when they shut off the engines deafened her for a moment.

  Whiskey looked around for Lightning. “What happened to Lightning?”

  Micah nodded at Melora. “She ran him into a tree.”

  “Is he dead?”

  Micah shrugged. “He wasn’t looking too good the last I saw of him.”

  Whiskey growled. Getting off his bike, he reached out, grabbed her by the hair and hauled her off Micah’s bike. “You bitch!” He growled. Turning, he dragged her by the hair to the steps and pulled her up three flights. He didn’t care that he was pulling her hair out and Melora wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain. He pushed her into one of the rooms along the hall to the left of the stairway.

  Melora wanted to scream but she didn’t. When he shoved her into the room, she saw the dirty quarters. At some point, someone had dragged a mattress into the room and left it behind. It was stained and filthy and there were several empty beer bottles on the floor. The one window in the room looked dirty and the glass was cracked but not broken. There were a couple of mismatched chairs in the room broken and stained with what looked like old blood.

  There was a cooler in the corner of the room. The lid was broken and she could see and smell the dank liquid inside. Something floated in the dirty water but Melora didn’t even want to know what it was. She shivered in dread.

  Whiskey followed her into the room with a couple of lengths of rope in his hands. “Take your clothes off bitch.” Whiskey growled as he paced in front of her.

  “Why should I?”

  “Mostly because I told you too, but also because I want to see the goods. I’ve been waiting for two years to get my hands on you and now I’ve got you.”

  “Go to hell.”

  Whiskey laughed. “I will after I send you there.” He stepped closer. “Now take off your clothes.”

  “Fuck you,” Melora grumbled. “But there’s something you should know before you make any more stupid plans…” Melora taunted.

  “What’s that?” Whiskey sneered.

  “Everyone who needs to know the truth about Baily does know what happened that night.”

  He shook his head. “They only know what you told them. It’s your word against mine sweetheart. Walker would never believe your lies any more than Raven will.”

  Melora scoffed. “They know the truth. They saw the video I took that night.”

  Whiskey shrugged. “You mentioned a video before. How the hell did you take a video without anyone knowing?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Videos can be doctored, it will still be your word against mine in the end.”

  “Yeah, except Raven was listening to you spout off about what you planned to do when you took over the club. He was right there when I made the phone call and he wasn’t amused. Oh, and neither was Senator Walker. He thinks you’re stupid if you think he would allow you to use his office to run guns and drugs. But now that he knows what happened to Baily, he’s gonna have everyone out there looking for you. Not only the cops but Raven’s men will be looking too. You may not care about the Ghosts but you have no clue who those women you assaulted belonged to. There are three clubs here, Sin’s Bastards brought together not only Satan’s Spawn but Boston’s Sinners and Bangor’s Satan’s Bastards. Oh and then there’s my dad. He’s president of the Sons of Satan, all the way from Texas. If you hurt me, you won’t be safe anywhere. But hell, that don’t matter now, I guess. They’re all gonna hunt you down and not even worry about burying your bodies. They will leave you for the rats.”

  Micah groaned. “Shit!”

  Whiskey paled but recovered quickly. “So? Raven was bound to find out sooner or later. All I have to do is step up the timeline. As far as the rest goes, well they have to find me first.” He shrugged. “I know all about the Sons of Satan, our club has dealt with them in the past. I’m not worried about them.”

  Melora sneered. “You should be. Raven’s not going to protect you or your crew this time. Not like he did when you shot that guy in the back when he was alone in the dark. You can always duck and run like the bitch you really are.”

  Whiskey glared at her as his hands shook, but didn’t bother answering her challenge. He walked to her and raising his hand, he hit her hard. When she stumbled and fell to the floor, he grabbed her by her shirt and ripped it from her body. She jerked as he pulled the material away from her torso. He tossed the shirt and the denim vest into the corner of the room.

  Grabbing both her wrists, he dragged her over to one of the chairs. Pushing her down into the seat, he tied one wrist to the arm of the chair with a length of rope. With the other length of rope, he tied her other wrist to the opposite arm.

  The bindings were so tight, she couldn’t move and her fingers began to tingle as the circulation was cut off to her hands.

  Whiskey’s hands went to the zipper on her pants and he ripped it down. Grabbing the waistband of her jeans, he tore them down her legs, nearly pulling her from the chair. He left her in her underwear and began to pace back and forth in front of her.

  Micah joined them and stared at the girl.

  Melora could see lust in his eyes.

  “So now what, boss?” he asked. “What the hell are we gonna do now?”

  “Shut up.” Whiskey shouted at him. “I need to think.”

  “Yeah, well think fast okay?” Micah urged. “If what she says is true, it won’t take them long to find us and I want to be long gone when they get here.”

  Whiskey stopped and stared at the other man. “So what? They find us, or they’ll find her barely alive and we’ll be long gone. They don’t know where we are.”

  “We gotta get out of town while we can.” Micah grabbed his arm. “We don’t have time to take her out!”

  Whiskey wrenched his arm away from Micah’s hold. “We got time to make her suffer. Yes, they might know we’re here but they don’t know where here is. Now settle down and let me do my thing.” He stared at Melora and licked his lips. “I’ve been waiting two years for this and I will not be denied.” Whiskey reached behind his back and grabbed the handle of his knife from the sheath inside the back of his vest. Pulling it around to his front, he twisted the handle in his hands. “This is gonna be fun.” His eyes glazed over and for a moment, he was lost in thoughts of pain-pleasure he knew was coming.

  Melora’s heart pounded in her chest. Her skin crawled just having these two men this close to her. She knew the look in Whiskey’s eyes. She’d seen it before, the last time was the night Baily died. She knew how Whiskey got so tied up in what he could do with that damn knife of his and she knew he was one who enjoyed bringing others pain. She just never thought he would catch her and now she was afraid he would bring her world to a nasty ending. She almost prayed for death to find her quickly.

  Her eyes focused on the vest Zipper had given her yesterday. She prayed the tracking device he told her was working. All she had to do was wait and pray the guys got here in time. She really wanted the chance to finally know her father and to find a future with Sam. In that moment, she realized something. She loved that
old man. She loved him with everything she had and she desperately wanted a future with him beyond the here and now.

  Glancing up at Whiskey and Micah, she knew her future was very limited. She also knew Whiskey was going to take his sweet time in delivering her to the hands of Hades.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Whiskey paused in front of her chair and stared at her for a moment. His cold gaze traveled up and down her body while his eyes dulled with lust. He twisted the knife in his hand and he checked out her body carefully. He watched as her breasts moved up and down with each trembling breath she took. Her breasts were full and almost bursting out of her bra. He licked his lips as he watched her face. Finally, he saw the fear she was trying so hard not to let out. Her fear wasn’t strong enough yet to give him the high he so eagerly sought, but he knew he could get it there.

  Whiskey licked his lips again as the fear in her eyes grew. He lifted the knife and laid the blade on her skin just above her belly button. He drew a line across her belly. The blade touching her just hard enough to break the skin but not enough to really make her bleed. “Did you know one of the eastern continents, I’m not sure if it’s Japan or China or somewhere in between, has this torture called the death of a thousand cuts?” he asked her softly. “It don’t really matter where it came from I guess, only that’s it’s out there somewhere.”

  Melora held still as he stood closer.

  Again, he lifted the knife and cut her, not very deep but enough to get the blood flowing. This time, the knife wrapped around her side. He lifted the knife to her chest. “Did you also know you can stab the body in several places and not kill a person? That if you do it the right way, you can deliver however many stab wounds you want and the person will never die, at least not from being stabbed, she will die from blood loss first, well that’s the theory anyway. I’ve never tried it before now. When I stab someone, I want to do the most damage I can but I guess you know that don’t you?”

  The cuts on her belly hadn’t actually hurt, they only caused her discomfort. Taking a deep breath and praying the knife wouldn’t slip, Melora answered him, “Yeah, I’ve seen your handiwork.”

  Whiskey smiled. “That’s right you have, you were there the night Baily died. You saw what I did to him.”

  Melora sneered. “You are one sick puppy, you know that?”

  Whiskey shrugged. “The little sniveling bitch thought he could bargain with me. I’m not the one who borrowed money from the club. I’m not the one who thought he could get out of paying it back or thought he could use his uncle as a bargaining chip. I’m just the one who taught the boy some manners.”

  “You murdered him!” Melora all but shouted. “How the hell was Raven supposed to collect his money from a dead man?”

  Again, Whiskey shrugged. “At the time, I didn’t care one way or the other. It wasn’t my money and his debt carried over to other members of the brat’s family. His mother paid it back and that’s all Raven was looking for. She thought paying off the debt would get her the location of his body or at least that’s what she was told. Although, the debt would have been settled anyway by the Senator. Too bad, she’ll never know exactly what happened to him.”

  “Sure she will,” Melora interjected.

  Whiskey grinned. “And how will that happen? The hogs took care of his body. There wasn’t anything left of Baily to worry about.”

  “That’s where you would be wrong, you psycho bastard” she assured him.

  “What do you mean by that?” Micah spoke up.

  She turned toward the other man. “It means…asshole, if anything happens to me Baily’s body will show up along with a copy of the video I took that night. Everyone and his brother will know what really happened and who did it.”

  “That’s not possible.” Whiskey paled.

  “Oh, it’s more than possible,” Melora stated in a firm voice.

  Whiskey stared at her for the longest time then shrugged. “I don’t believe it. You couldn’t have known where we put him that night. We weren’t followed and the hogs would have been called by the scent of his blood.” He moved the knife to the top of her chest just below her collarbone. He angled the tip of the knife away from her skin “Here for instance…is a very good place to sink a knife into a body. If you do it right, there are no major blood vessels or organs to hit. ” He suggested as he slid the knife through her skin. The blade went through her muscle and struck bone on the other side.

  Melora felt faint as the blade pierced her body. She felt like screaming but couldn’t get any sound out of her throat.

  He didn’t extract the blade right away and when he did, he twisted it slightly, doing the maximum amount of damage with the minimum amount of effort. Blood flowed freely from the wound, washing down her chest to pool at her waist.

  Whiskey moved a step or two away, then studied her for a moment. When he returned to her this time, he placed the blade against her right side. Pushing the blade into her body he told her, “Here is another good place. It hurts like a sonofabitch but doesn’t really do that much damage.”

  Melora began to sweat as she tried hard not to cry out her pain. When she felt him twist the knife, she moaned but didn’t scream. When he pulled the knife from her body, she felt the gush of blood run down her side and pool underneath her. She raised her head to glare at him.

  ~* * * *~

  Whiskey smiled. He could feel his body respond to the pain and fear in her eyes even if she wasn’t screaming yet, he knew she soon would be. Then and only then, would he feel complete. Only then would his taste for pain and torture be complete. His body began to crave the end that would only come when she acknowledged the pain.

  He was about to find a third nonlethal spot when the door to the room they were in flew open and several men rushed inside. He felt the sudden pain explode inside his head as a huge fist hit him in the face. He dropped to his knees in stunned disbelief.

  Then he felt something hard hit the back of his neck and everything went dark. The knife tumbled from his blood soaked hand.

  ~* * * *~

  Mountain glanced over at Raven as he saw the other man uppercut Micah.

  Micah flew backwards hitting the wall hard. He slid down the wall and lay there crumpled on the floor.

  Mountain turned to the other side and watched as Sam grabbed Whiskey’s knife off the floor and cut the ropes holding Melora to the chair. He knelt beside her and grabbed one of her hands rubbing her wrist as his eyes traveled over her bruised and bloody body. “Are you okay baby?” he whispered.

  Melora turned her head and saw the concern in his eyes. “It’s nothing that time won’t heal,” she whispered.

  Sam removed his own shirt and draped it over her abused body. “Deke is coming with a vehicle. We’ll get you to the hospital, so they can patch you up.”

  Melora shook her head. “No hospital. They’ll ask too many questions.” She tried to explain in a breathless voice. “Can’t someone at the clubhouse take care of this?”

  “Maybe she’s right,” Raven suggested. “We can’t exactly bring the police into this.”

  Sam lifted her into his arms. ”Raine can take care of her. He’s dealt with worse than this.”

  Melora lifted her arms to circle Sam’s neck. Laying her head on his shoulders she asked, “What’s going to happen to Whiskey and Micah?”

  “Where is the third guy, Lightning?” Raven asked.

  Melora’s lips curled upward. “He’s in the woods wrapped around a tree.”

  Raven’s brows went up. “How the hell did that happen?”

  She shrugged. “There might have been some speed, rough terrain and a helping kick involved in there somewhere.”

  Raven snorted, looking at Mountain and Sam. “We’ll have to look for him in a day or two. Might not be safe out there at the moment, with all the wolves in the area.”

  “At least he ain’t feeding the wild hogs,” Mountain sneered.

  “Guys, I hate to rush this conversation but she�
��s still bleeding here,” Sam called out in a worried voice as he walked back to the door. Before he could go through it however, Deke, Gator and several other guys from the club rushed in.

  Deke told the others to bind Whiskey and Micah. “Tie them up and throw them in the back of the truck. One of you guys will have to bring Sam’s bike back to the clubhouse too.”

  “And mine,” Mountain told them. “I’m riding back with my daughter.”

  Melora lifted one hand from Sam’s shoulder and reached out for her father.

  Mountain took her hand in his and held it close to his heart. Then lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingers softly.

  Then she turned back into Sam’s shoulder and groaned.

  Mountain looked around the room and saw her clothing. Picking it up, he followed Sam and found them sitting in a truck just inside the building.

  Sam was sitting in the back seat of the truck with Melora on his lap.

  Mountain leaned over them and lifted Sam’s shirt out of the way. Pulling her away from Sam slightly, he balled Melora’s shirt up and pressed it against the bleeding wound on her chest.

  Melora groaned but didn’t fight him. The bleeding had almost stopped and the pressure from his hand would stop it altogether. Next, he grabbed a towel from the seat next to where they were sitting. Moving down to her other stab wound, he pressed the towel against that wound. Then he pressed her against Sam again, and nodded. “That should hold until we get back to the clubhouse.” He turned to glare at Sam. “I hope your man can deal with this. She’s lost a lot of blood.”

  Sam nodded and held her close. “Raine can deal with this,” he assured the other man. “Can you?”

  Mountain glared at Sam. “Yeah, I can deal.” He backed up and slammed the back door shut, then climbed into the front passenger seat slamming that door shut as well.