“What can I do for you guys?” I ask. My heart is racing, because I already know whom this is. I should have listened to Zain and checked on where this asshole was, but I figured the police would have let me know if I were in harm’s way. I guessed wrong. “We’re closed right now and won’t be open for a couple more hours.” I can’t even get to the bat behind the bar, not as if it would do any good; there are at least a dozen of them and only one of me. I’m hoping Benny noticed them.
“That’s okay, doll face. I’m finally back to take what’s mine. I’ve been waiting almost a year for you, dreaming of the day that I can come back and get you, and thinking of what I’m going to do once I do.”
Standing in front of me is a biker with long thin dark brown hair, a bandana tied around his head, sunglass on top of his head, a long beard, and mustache. He has skull rings on his fingers and a gear chain made into a bracelet. He’s wearing a tattered black T-shirt and a black leather vest with jeans, leather chaps, and biker boots. Let’s not forget the big gut. He doesn’t look like Charles Hunnam, and his friends don’t look like any of the cast of Sons of Anarchy.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a baby at home that is waiting for me.”
“Good. Hey Rico, head over to my little woman’s place and pick up her kid.”
“NO! You leave him alone!” Shit, okay, I have to stay calm. Think. Jaxon isn’t at home; Katie took him to her house so I know he is safe.
“We were never properly introduced. I’m Duke, and you are now my woman.” He starts to approach me as I start to back up. What am I going to do? I bump into the wall that the back door is on. “Don’t be afraid. You’ll like living with us, and you won’t be alone. We’re going to pick up your little friend too.” Shit, Raven. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, but you are coming with me.”
“Why? Why me? Why not someone that wants to be with you?”
“Because when I found you, I knew we were to be together.”
I turn to get to the back door, but I’m grabbed before I can get out. I start to scream as I’m thrown over his shoulder and being carried out. As I’m taken out the front door, Benny comes hollering at them. I hear a gun go off and I try to see if they shot him. I’m yelling for Benny to call Raven. I’m put on the front of a bike, and the Duke guy puts a skull cap helmet on my head as he starts his bike and we ride away. The last thing I see is Benny on the phone.
I don’t know how long we are riding for, but I am trying to pay attention to where we are when my phone vibrates. It gives me hope that they are trying to find me. How, I don’t know, but at least I don’t feel so alone. We are out in the woods somewhere, as we come to a big electronic gate. Duke puts a number in—1228—and the gate opens. Shit, my birth date. We proceed to drive down a dirt and gravel road when we come up to a big house. It is huge. It looks more like a hotel than a house, but maybe let’s call it what it is, a compound. Duke gets off the bike, looks at me, and says, “Welcome home, doll.”
“I’m not your doll or your little woman,” I say to Duke. A woman in daisy dukes and a bikini walks by, rubs her hand down Duke’s arm, and says hi to him, then makes a cat hissing sound as she walks by me. “Why not her? She seems to like you.”
“That’s Dixie. She’s the local doorknob, everyone’s had her a turn or two,” he says, as he chuckles. “I’ll show you to our room.”
“You are smoking something if you think I’m sharing a bed with you.”
“Listen, doll!” He says harshly and grabs my arm, yanking it. “I’ve been rotting in that prison you put me in for the last nine months waiting to get to you and make you mine. Don’t you dare tell me what the fuck I can and can’t do, DOLL.”
“You killed my fiancé, the father of my baby, why wouldn’t you go to prison?” I snap back.
He yanks me again and I fall to my knees. Then he backhands me and I fall the rest of the way to the ground. “I will not be disrespected in my own home!”
I look up at him, my eye squinting and acid in my voice. “Then let me the hell go, because you will have to kill me before I have sex with you.” I can feel my eye swell and the taste of metal in my mouth from the blood of my busted lip.
“Believe me when I say this, life here can either be bad or good. If your attitude doesn’t change, I’m sure that it can be changed if I tie you to a bed and let everyone have a go at you.” I suck in a deep breath, realizing just what kind of hell I am in. “Now stand up, before I make you stand up.”
I slowly start to stand as everything goes black.
I wake up to something cold on my face. I open my eyes trying to recognize anything around me, then I remember where I am. I’m lying on a bed and there is a young girl sitting beside me with a cold rag that she is holding on the side of my face. I look around, anxiety racing through me, not knowing where I am or what has or will be done to me.
“Hi, my name is Destiny,” she whispers. “Welcome back.”
“Where am I and what happened to me?”
“Shh, I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” she says quietly. “You’re in your room. You passed out, and Duke carried you up here.”
I go to reach for my phone, but my hands are tied to the bed. Shit, he’s going to do what he said and let everyone fuck me. Tears start to run down my temples into my ears. Destiny wipes them away with her rag. “Shh, don’t cry, it will be all right.”
“How is it going to be all right with me tied down like an animal? Duke said he was going to let everyone fuck me.”
“You just have to be nice to him and he won’t let anyone else touch you. He’s been planning on you coming to live here since he got out last month.”
Maybe he does have some sort of weird obsession with me. “Can you feel my bra and see if my cell phone is in there.” Destiny feels my chest and finds it. “Good, can you put it in one of my hands please?”
“I don’t know if I should do that. Talking is one thing, but I don’t know about the phone.”
“Please Destiny, I have a little baby at home, I need to make sure he’s going to be okay, please.”
“Okay, but you have to be quick, I don’t know when he’s coming back.”
“Put it in my right hand, then if he comes in he won’t see me drop it onto the bed since the bowl is right there.”
She pulls it out and places it in my hand. I quickly text Raven telling her they are coming for her and Jaxon, and not to go to the apartment. I tell her that I love her and to tell Zain I love him too. I type “1228 *code*” and press send. I put it on airplane mode so it doesn’t vibrate. “Can you put it under the mattress for me, please? Thank you, Destiny.”
“Why are you here if you don’t want to be?”
“Duke killed my baby’s father a year ago, and I helped put him in jail. What are you doing here, Destiny? How old are you?”
“I’m fourteen, and I was brought here because my boyfriend joined.”
“Where is he now?”
“He was killed in a fight.”
“What about your parents?”
“They don’t know where I’m at. I ran away with Cody last year.”
“I’m sorry, Destiny. Do you want to go home? They aren’t making you have sex with anyone are they?”
“No, not yet, they have me set to marry Animal next month though. I miss my parents, but I don’t know if they will take me back since I ran away from home.”
“I know your parents are probably worried sick about you. If you want out, maybe I can help you.”
“I don’t think you are in any position to get out of here.”
“I know it doesn’t look like it, but if you want to leave, tell me and I will help you.”
“I don’t want to marry Animal, he’s mean.”
“Where’s your room?”
“It’s three doors down on the …” There’s a rattle at the door. Destiny shoves the phone under the mattress. I close my eyes, and Destiny rinses the rag out and places
it back on my face.
The door opens and I recognize the voice as Duke’s. “Has she woken up at all?”
“She comes in and goes out. She cries for her baby.”
“Well, we’ll have to deal with that later, the baby wasn’t home. I’ll be making babies with her, enough that she’ll forget about that one. Go on out of here, I’ll take care of her now.”
“Okay, Duke.”
Destiny takes the bowl and rag and I hear her open and close the door.
The next thing I know, Duke is sitting in the chair next to the bed gently running his hand down my face. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but you can’t defy me in front of everyone. If you do, I have to show you what will happen. I don’t want to have to punish you, but you left me no choice.”
Tears start to roll down my temples again. “Are you going to let all the men rape me?”
“I don’t know what I am going to do yet, doll. You defied me in front of everyone. I can’t let that go unpunished.”
“And raping me is your form of punishment?” The tears are flowing in a heavy stream now. “And you would want a woman that has been violated by everyone you know?”
“What do you suggest?”
“I don’t know, but rape isn’t the answer. Think about it, I would be no different than Dixie. Everyone would know what I look like, taste like, and feel like, and if you thought I defied you before, well, you might as well kill me.”
“That’s not a solution.”
“Then you get tested and I will sleep with you, but I’m not going to have any type of relationship sexually until then. I will not bring a child into this world if I have a disease that can be passed on to it. If you want to sleep in the same bed that’s fine, but nothing sexually until then. After that, I’m yours. Then you can tell everyone you tamed me.”
“What about you, doll?”
“I have only been with two men, my first love, which we always used a condom, and my fiancé that was killed almost a year ago. I was tested while I was pregnant.”
“Then I will talk to Doc and have him test me.”
“So how long are you going to keep me spread eagle like this on the bed?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet.”
That night Duke unties my wrists and one of my ankles, although he does untie me to use the bathroom. I take a shower and cry where no one can see me. My face hurts and I’m going to have a nice black eye. Luckily, he didn’t hit the side my dermal was on. Who knows what kind of damage that would have caused?
I dry myself off and rinse my panties out and hang them to dry and put my shirt back on and go back to the bed and lie down to sleep.
A few minutes after I get into bed, Duke comes through the door with a tray. On it is food, some bread, and a can of soda. He sets it on the bed. I turn and look up at him. “I’m really not very hungry, but thank you.”
“You need to eat something, you haven’t eaten all day.”
“Thank you, but I miss my baby and I am not hungry.” I notice a Band-Aid on the inside of his arm. I was hoping that by telling him I wanted the test done it would give me a few days. At this rate it might be tomorrow. “You already saw Doc?”
“Yes, he took my blood and said I should have the answer back tomorrow.”
I just nod my head.
That night I lie in bed trying to think about how I am going to get out of here. The last thing I want is for any of my friends and family to get hurt, and after what happened last time and his insignificant punishment for murder, he wouldn’t get anything for this. I don’t know what time I finally fall asleep, but when I wake up Duke has me in his arms. I panic at the touch of him; I don’t know what I am going to do when he receives the test results back. I know he would stop everything he’s doing to take me there on the spot. I have to think of Jaxon, as much as I don’t want to be with this man, I don’t want Jaxon to be without a mother.
In the morning, I’m untied to use the bathroom, and thank God for small miracles. I am starting my period again, which is not normal for me, since I just got off it two weeks ago. I’m hoping he’s the type of guy who gets grossed out by sex with a woman on her monthly cycle. “Duke?” I call to him. “Duke, I started my period and I need a tampon. Can you get me some? Everything I had is in my purse and I don’t have it.”
I hear him get out of bed and pull on his jeans, and then I hear the door open and close. A few minutes later, I hear the door open and close again. He’s at the door and taps on it, I open it a crack, and he sticks his hand in with a few tampons in his hand.
“Thank you, Duke.” I finish in the bathroom.
My panties are dry so I slip them on and walk back to the bed. I slip back into bed and turn on my side.
“If you are on your monthly event that means in the next couple weeks we could get pregnant.”
“Yes, that is a possibility. Do you not have children, Duke?”
“No, not yet.”
“May I ask how old you are?”
“I’m forty-four. How old are you, doll?”
“I’m twenty-four.”
I’m at a total loss for what I can do. If I don’t get out of here, I will get pregnant and Zain won’t want anything to do with me.
The next couple of days go by and my period is almost over. I am almost to the point of cutting myself to make it look as if I am still on the rag, but I’m at the point emotionally that I don’t care. At this rate, it’s going to happen. His tests came back and if he had his way, he would have already taken me. But I made a big thing out of not wanting our first time to be a bloody mess so I can get past another day, but I know that tomorrow night will be the night.
I still haven’t left the room and he hasn’t left me in there by myself either. I have to hand it to him that he does seem to care. He tries to get to know me, asking me questions. He is by my side except when he goes and brings up food for us. I still haven’t eaten much. It’s Friday evening and I know he has something special planned for our first time. I cringe at the thought, but I don’t know what else I can do. The swelling on my face has almost all gone away, although I do have a black eye.
I take a shower and I walk into the dark room with candle light. The sheets on the bed have been pulled back and there are rose petals on the sheets. Fuck me. This is happening, like it or not. He walks over to me, takes my hand, and walks me to the edge of the bed. He takes the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up and over my head. I am standing in front of him naked. “You’re beautiful, doll. I knew you would be. May I look at your ink?”
“Yes.” Anything to stall the inevitable. He turns me to look at the wings I have on my back, then to the side where I have the anchor on my neck and on that side I have my half sleeve. I have “LOVE” on my knuckles, a bass clef on my inside wrist, “MEOW <3” on the outside of my wrist, and the owl on my half sleeve. On the other side, I have my full sleeve, which depicts me, searching for love, my true love. On my neck, it says, “Anchored to Love.”
“Your tattoo artist does beautiful work.”
“Thank you.”
“Were you planning on getting more?”
“I was thinking about it, but I don’t know yet.”
“May I touch you?” I nod my head slowly as I feel the tears burning the backs of my eyes. He runs his callused hands from my shoulders down my arms to my waist, back up my tummy to my breasts. “Your nipples are pierced.” I again nod my head slowly. He slides his fingers over my nipples, pulling them, twisting them. My body is a traitor and it reacts to his touching, my nipples get hard and taught. I have goosebumps all over my body. He brings his mouth to my nipples, pulls and tugs on them with his mouth, licking and teasing them with his tongue. My stomach rolls and I think I’m going to get sick.
He picks me up and places me in the middle of the bed on top of the rose petals. Tears are now slipping down my face. I close my eyes and try to find a happy place in my mind where I can hide. I call out to Braydon in my m
ind. He tells me to stay calm, and that this too shall pass. Duke takes my ankles and bends my knees, letting them fall open, he goes down on me, and I jump. “You’re going to make beautiful babies, doll, and I can’t wait to start making them with you.”
He continues to lick and nibble my clit as the tears continue to flow from my eyes and I make no sounds, I simply let him do his thing. He slowly starts to climb up my body and I want to crawl up inside myself and die. He lines his cock up to my pussy as I feel it pushing inside. “Doll, why are you crying?”
All I can do is bite my lip and shake my head. He starts to kiss me and presses in a little more.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zain
“WHAT IS THE PLAN going to be? We need to go after her before they hurt or kill her.”
“I know you are upset, and I would be too, but we need to make a solid plan. This isn’t just a house with her inside; we are talking a biker gang that kills for a living. If we go in unprepared, we could be killed and she could die,” Mitchell says.
“Mitchell, what would you do if it were Raven in there?”
He looks over to Raven. “I would want to do what you said. I would want to go in and fight my way inside. The problem with that is that there might be other women and children. I don’t want them hurt.”
“So you’re going to risk her getting raped and God knows what else … for what?”
“Are you telling me that you would rather have her dead than raped?”
“Fuck you, Mitchell!” I yell. “Fuck you,” I sob. “I just got her back, six fucking years and I just got her back, I can’t lose her again. I can’t, I just can’t.” I put my head in my hands and sob. “I love her, she’s my life. She’s shown me what it’s like to live again. I’ll take her any way I can get her as long as she is alive.” I look up at Mitchell.
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