by Angel Steel
I freeze my movement at his words and slowly turn around to face him again.
“And what would that be, Carlos?”
“Your initiation into the gang, Masters,” Carlos says then begins to walk off toward the only room in the warehouse.
Looking at Rosko and Tank, both of them shrug their shoulders. Fuck! I wasn’t expecting this to happen now. This was not the plan. God, I hope it wasn’t going to be something fucked up. Knowing the way Carlos worked, it was bound to be.
Carlos stops at the door of the room and faces all three of us. “This will only happen once, Masters. Your only chance into this gang, understood?”
“Completely,” I grunt.
The evil grin is back covering his lips as he opens the door. “This will be very interesting then,” he says as I walk past him and into the dark room, both Rosko and Tank follow on closely behind. The only light in the room is from the light out in the warehouse till the door closes and the room is encased in utter darkness. A lamp comes on to my left. Blinking several times adjusting to the light, Carlos stands near it facing us. We hear the door lock from the outside behind us. This isn’t good, far from it!
“I’ve found a willing candidate to try the new drug,” Carlos tells us. He nods and the whole room lights up. I’m taken aback once the room is lit up. Shielding the light from my eyes, I start to glance around the room till my eyes land on the chair behind him. Someone is sitting in it with a bag over their head. Carlos walks over and stops beside the body in the chair. I can’t take my eyes from the person and by the way that they’re sitting and the build of their body, it’s female.
Shit!
One of his goons pushes a trolley table over to Carlos and stands aside. Masen’s voice comes through the piece in my ear, but I can’t hear a word he’s saying. I glance between the table to the woman that’s sitting in the chair, her head bowed forward. Carlos steps over to her and reaches his hand out and starts to run it down her arm. She cowers away from him, but being in the chair stops her movement.
“Such a precious little thing,” he says as he continues to touch her.
My fists clench beside me. I take a step forward unknown to myself that I even did it. There’s no way that this woman was willing to do whatever Carlos had asked. Her body was trembling with every touch from Carlos. I can hear soft mumbles coming from under the bag covering her head and by the sound of it she’s gagged. Who would do this shit? Of course, Carlos was sick enough to do it.
Carlos grabs a hold of the woman’s shoulder as he speaks, “This here,” he says sliding his hand up to her head and gripping the black bag, “is your initiation. To prove to me that you will do anything for your new family.”
God damn it! This wasn’t my family. Not a hope in hell was I going to be a part of this. Step by step, I make my way over to the woman and stop.
Fuck Carlos! I need to get my men and this woman out of this hell hole, now.
The woman continues to shake. Fuck, I would too if I couldn’t see a damn thing around me. Obviously she can hear the noise surrounding her. Carlos grins at me then suddenly the black bag is ripped from the woman’s head.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
“What the fuck, Carlos.” I can’t take my eyes from the woman. Her brown hair is all over the place. Her right cheek is red, from where someone has hit her. Her clothes are dirty and torn in places. She’s obviously put up a fight. That’s my girl! I search her face and notice tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. When I glance back, her eyes connect with mine. I know the moment she realizes who’s standing in front of her, more tears escape from the corner of her eyes as she continues to stare at me.
Without taking my eyes from her. “What is it exactly that I’m meant to do?”
Carlos steps away from her and slides the trolley table toward me and then lifts the cloth that’s covering it.
No fucking way am I doing that!
My hand goes straight to the back of my jeans ready to shoot the motherfucker.
I’m doing that. No fucking way!
Waving his hand over the contents, he lifts up the syringe and tests it as a clear liquid shoots from the tip of the needle. I watch on as the liquid escapes and drops down onto the floor in front of him. Once he’s done, he holds out the syringe toward me waiting for me to take it from his hand. My gut twists at the thought of doing what Carlos wants me to do. Masen’s agitated voice comes over the ear piece. Lifting my hand to my ear, I deactivate the device and continue to stand in the same spot I was in. I can’t bring myself to move toward Carlos or the woman. My eyes stay glued on the face of the woman in front of me as I watch the tears traveling down her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly while she hyperventilates as Carlos shifts closer to her.
“What’s with the woman?” I growl. My fists clench beside me. I’m barely holding it together with the thought of what I need to do.
Carlos raises his hand and traces over her cheek, she flinches away, but this only results in Carlos grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face back to his. She whimpers behind the gag in her mouth as her head whips back on her shoulders.
“This little beauty has offered to test out my new drug,” Carlos says with a laugh still holding the syringe in his hand.
I take a step forward toward him. “It doesn’t look like she offered to do it to me, Carlos,” I growl out.
I need to get her out of here and away from him. Before I even take another step in his direction a gun is pointed directly at me and I freeze where I am.
“Masters, it doesn’t matter whether she offered or not. You are here for a reason, and you know if you don’t do what you’re told well, you know the consequences of those actions,” Carlos says as he steps away and toward me.
Of course, I fucking do!
Both Rosko and Tank go rigid beside me as Carlos steps in front of me with his hand raised holding the damn syringe. Seconds go by as my eyes never leave his. It’s a stare off to see who will break first. I can’t stand here all night. Never taking my eyes from him, I reach for the syringe and grip it in the palm of my hand wanting to break it, so I don’t have to do what I know I’m about to.
Carlos’ laughter booms in the small room, while he steps forward and wraps his arm around my shoulders. The goon standing behind the woman shifts to her right and ties her arms tighter to the chair and then wraps a rubber tube around her upper arm and taps the veins in her arm. Removing myself from his grasp, I drop my hand to my side that’s holding the syringe. Stepping forward and taking the last several steps I stop beside her. As I do, I push slightly on the syringe letting out some of the liquid on my jeans, not wanting to inject the full amount into her arm.
Her body continues to shake, her voice is muffled behind the gag and I can’t make out a word she is saying. Her head shakes from side to side, telling me no. Pleading with me not to do what I’m about to do. Holding her right hand in mine, I close my eyes, lean forward and whisper in her ear, “I’m so sorry, Hellcat.” Her body freezes at my words then suddenly she begins to thrash in the chair when I stand to my full height. The goon behind her raises his gun and points it at her head. My hand tightens on hers. I shake my head slightly warning her to stop. Tears begin to fall from the corners of her eyes.
Fuck, I hate this shit!
Shaking my head, her eyes glued to the syringe in my hand, she looks at me while she continues shaking her head from side to side. Mouthing, sorry to her, I tap the obvious vein that’s bulging in her arm and ready the syringe. She pulls back slightly as I push the tip of the needle in only a little. I feel a presence behind me. Knowing it is Carlos, I push the needle in all the way and begin to slowly push the clear liquid that was left into her vein. Her eyes go wide as my thumb traces over her wrist. Once the liquid is completely gone from the syringe, I remove it and drop it on the trolley table still beside her and watch on as her eyes close and her head drops back against the chair.
Carlos slaps me on the back with a laugh. “Well done, Masters. I really didn’t think you would’ve had it in you to do that.”
I had no choice, asshole!
I turn around and face Tank and Rosko. I know by the look that covering both their faces this wasn’t what we expected once we’d arrived here.
Fucking far from it!
Taking a step away from Hellcat, I stop at Carlos words.
“Now the fun part begins for you.”
I spin around on my feet and face him. Hellcat’s body shifts in the chair, her legs rubbing together and small noises escaping from behind the gag. Her hands start to pull against the rope that’s wrapped around her wrists. Her head shifts from one side to the other then suddenly her eyes open and zero in on where I’m standing. Her breathing accelerates rapidly, her chest rising and falling quickly with each breath. Closing her eyes again, her body lifts from the chair still restrained and she arches her back while whimpering behind the gag.
I glance toward Rosko, who is shrugging his shoulders at me. I look back to Hellcat.
Carlos begins to laugh at the whole situation in the room. The goon that was behind Hellcat lowers his guns and walks toward the door and exits.
Tank and Rosko shift near me as we’re the only ones left in the room with Carlos.
“What the fuck did you give her?” I hiss.
“Not me, Masters… you,” he says as he steps toward the door.
Tank pulls his gun from the back of his jeans and points it directly at Carlos’ head which results in him laughing even more. It’s pissing me off. He needs a damn bullet in his fucking brain.
He turns the doorknob and opens it. “Masters, what you just gave her is my new batch – Purple Havoc. You are in for one hell of a night, good luck with that,” he says then walks out the damn door and disappears.
Hellcat shifts again in the chair. Rushing to her side and pulling the knife out of the side of my boot I cut her wrists free. My hands work frantically at the buckle on the gag while Tank removes the rope from around her feet.
“What the fuck is Purple Havoc?” I ask as I free the gag from her mouth.
“Don’t know, but Masen is looking into it as we speak,” Tank replies.
“We need to get out of here, Zane,” Rosko says as he stands near the door.
Tank moves to Rosko, both ready to exit the room. Once the gag is removed from Hellcat’s mouth, her hands began to rub down her legs and slid between them.
“Shit,” I groan out.
I pull her hands away. If it wasn’t for the situation we’ve found ourselves in right now, I’d let her continue what she’s doing, but we need to get out of this shithole. Holding her hands in mine as I kneel in front of her.
“Hellcat, I need you to listen to me to carefully. We need to get you out of here as quickly as possible. We can’t stay here any longer.” Her eyes land on mine, her pupils dilated, eyes glassy and still breathing heavily. She nods her head at me. “Okay, let’s go then.” I help her up from the chair and start to move toward the door with her under my arm. Nodding to Rosko, he opens the door and Tank moves out, then Rosko. Once they give the all clear, I move forward, and we make a run for it toward the pickup. Half there, Hellcat whimpers beside me. Looking down at her, I notice her hand is cupping her left breast, then ever so slowly her hand begins to slide down her stomach and inside her jeans.
“We’re nearly at the truck, Hellcat,” I tell her hoarsely.
“Don’t think I can walk anymore,” she whispers.
Stopping, I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and we begin moving again. Rosko and Tank are only three steps in front of me. The pickup comes into view and I pick up my pace, but falter as Hellcat grinds her pussy into my stomach. Groaning, I adjust her position slightly, but it doesn’t help. She slides her hand between us and begins stroking my cock. Her sweet little moans hit my ears and the heat from her body wrapped around me sends my blood boiling. Rosko holds the back door open as we approach. Tank slides into the front with Masen, Rosko holds his arms out for Hellcat, and as I’m about to pass her to him, her mouth latches onto my neck and she bites down, hard.
“Fuck.” My grip tightens on her ass, as I stop moving.
Rosko shifts aside and I jump in with her still around me. The pickup drives off before Rosko can close the door. My fingers dig into her ass as she begins the slow torture of rolling her hips on my crotch. Her teeth nip at my neck while she pushes her breasts into my chest. Feeling the hard buds of her nipples against me and the way her sweet little body rubs over me, has my dick straining against my jeans. I want nothing more than to remove my damn jeans and bury myself completely inside her.
“What the fuck happened in there, Masters?” Masen yells from the front.
Stopping Hellcat’s hand as it ventures toward the front of my jeans, I tighten my grip trying really hard to do just that.
“Initiation,” is all I can get out before Hellcat rips her hands from mine and finds their way inside my jeans. Her delicate, small hand grips my cock, rubbing her thumb over the tip of the head and begins a painfully slow stroke. My head falls back against the seat, eyes closing, enjoying her touch.
“Did you find out what Purple Havoc is?” I hiss out. Hearing the zipper of my jeans undoing, both of her hands are now sliding over my cock, faster and it’s killing me to keep still.
“No. Never heard of it. Base has been contacted and Shelia is waiting for us to return. She needs a blood sample to see what we’re working with. Got the word out there to see if anyone has heard of it.”
Opening my eyes, they connect with Mason’s in the mirror. “You all right, bro?” Masen asks.
I knew what he was asking.
“How long?”
“ETA two minutes,” Masen replies.
The pickup veers right, holding onto Hellcat, and gripping the seat so neither one of us is thrown across the seat, I sigh with relief as the pickup speeds down the dirt road toward base.
Hellcat still on my lap, rocking her hips against me, shirt open, showing off her beautiful breasts for the world to see. Growling, pulling the shirt back together and covering her, I don’t want the men to see her. Fuck, I can’t watch her the way she is right now. I’ll lose it completely and take her right here, right now, not caring who’s watching.
She pulls my hand up and places it over her right breast, moaning at the contact. My fingers move of their own accord, massaging, flicking my thumb over the hard nipple, causing her back to arch, pushing her breast further into my hand, and the sweet little moan that slips from her mouth has my cock pulsing.
“It hurts,” Hellcat whimpers, as her hand slides down between us.
“What hurts, baby?”
“Everywhere,” she gasps as my hips lift up, pushing my straining cock harder against her.
The pickup comes to a halt and all doors open. Sliding to the left, I don’t care that my jeans are open and her hand is inside of them. Stepping out of the pickup, I wrap my arm around her body, ignoring the pleasure of having her sliding all over me as I make a run for it to Shelia’s clinic.
Masen and Tank are ahead of me slamming the doors open, making room as we make our way through base. Mason holds the door open to the clinic as I round the corner and run inside. Scanning the room, Shelia gasps as I quickly move over to the bed and lay Hellcat down. Tank stays near the door, both Rosko and Masen across from me. Shelia pushes the trolley cart toward the bed, looking from Hellcat to me.
“Don’t ask,” I tell her. She knows the drill.
Shaking her head. “You will need to hold her down.”
Masen holds her leg still while Rosko removes her hand from between her legs and holds it to the side. Doing up my jeans, I grip her other leg and arm and hold tight. Her body bows from the bed, moaning, her head thrown back.
“Shit. What’s going on, Shelia?” I growl.
Her eyes shoot to mine, eyebrows raised.
“So
rry.”
Shelia places the strap around her arm and taps on a vein. Not taking her eyes away as she grabs the syringe and inserts it. Watching Hellcat’s blood seep into the vial has my own blood boiling. Who in their right mind would ever do this to someone?
Hellcat’s legs strain under both mine and Masen’s strength. It’s not hard to hold her down, she’s a tiny thing, but the fact that she has something in her system, and the obvious fact that she’s as horny as a damn rabbit, just makes it hard for all of us. Fuck! I hate that her being this way was also affecting the men. Men I trust with my life. Men that I’ll do anything for.
They were all turned on. Shit!
Shelia removes the needle from Hellcat’s arm and steps back. Looking between them all, shaking her head, she walks over to the counter and does her thing. Hellcat continues to struggle against us. Placing my hand on her chest and pushing down slightly to hold her there, Masen does the same with her legs as she rubs them together.
“What is it, Doc?” I ask watching on as Shelia looks over the results.
“It’s more than one thing,” she mumbles and quickly shifts over to her laptop.
Nodding my head toward Masen, I follow her. “What do you mean, it’s more than one thing?” I growl.
Not removing her eyes from the screen of the laptop she continues to type away furiously. “There are traces of Speed, Rohypnol, BMT and others.”
“What?” I yell.
Shelia jumps in her chair and faces me. “It’s a mix of several drugs, Zane.”
“Wait, did you say Rohypnol. Isn’t that a date rape drug?”
Shelia looks over at Hellcat, then back to me, sighing, “Yes. With that, and the mix of BMT and Speed isn’t good, Zane. Whoever did this knew what they were doing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, trying hard to ignore the moans coming from Hellcat’s mouth behind me.
“Each single drug has a different effect on the human anatomy. But mixing them together, the right concoction, the effect will be equal to anyone that takes it.”
Slamming my fist on the desk. “What are the side effects?”