OWNED THREE: BLAZING DEVILS MC

by Alexa Rynn

  I wanted to yell at him for even considering turning me into my stepbrothers. I wanted to point out that I had never once blown up his spot about all the shady things that he had done when I’d been around him. I’d never told his girl about the side bitches he has, I’d never told her about all the hoes he’d brought around when he goes to chill with Danger. But I knew that wouldn’t be the right move. Jay was a crazy ass and pointing out the fact that I had dirt on him might make him snap and tell on me right away just to prove a point to me. He liked being in control, which is why I think him and Link didn’t get along sometimes. Jay resented Link’s power, and Link resented Jay for trying to take his power. It was a nasty combination and I was surprised the whole situation hadn’t blown up in smoke yet.

  Jay sighed again; like he was still considering his options. “Come on.” He turned around and started to walk back around the building toward the front of the restaurant but I hesitated, not making any moves to follow his lead. He stopped a few feet away from me and turned around to meet my gaze. He raised his eyebrows, challenging me.

  What the fuck was I going to do?

  I really didn’t want to go with him. I didn’t trust him even a little bit. Everything that I had seen about him in the past few years screamed loud and clear that he was a fucking scumbag. And now I was going to follow him off into the darkness and trust that he wasn’t going to do anything fucked up to me?

  Part of me knew that if he ever did anything Danger would kill him. But how would Danger know without me telling him why I had been out here in the first place? I hated feeling this way. I hated feeling like a little girl who wasn’t in control of her own actions.

  All I could think about was Danger’s face when he found out I snuck out and followed him here when he found out I lied straight to his face at the gas station. He would be pissed, but it was more than that, he would be disappointed in me, too. He might not ever forgive me. And if he did, things might not ever be the same between us.

  Not the way I wanted them to be, anyway.

  I shot one last look across my shoulder toward where Danger and the rest of his crew were longingly. Then I sighed and followed Jay away from the building. As soon as we got to the front of the building, Jay took off walking way faster than he was a few seconds ago. He was walking so fast that he was practically running and I had to hurry to keep up with him.

  “Where are we going?” I called out as I tried to walk faster than my legs were able to carry me. Jay ignored me, continuing to walk faster and faster up the street. He took off into the middle of the street without bothering to look and see if any cars were coming and a jeep screeched to a stop about two inches from him. The guy driving honked at him but Jay ignored him, waving him off and shaking his head.

  I looked both ways then ran across the street after him, still trying to keep up. “Where are we going?” I demanded again.

  This time, when he ignored me I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and crossed my arms over my chest. If he thought I was going to just follow him off into the darkness when I had no idea where the fuck we were headed he had another thing coming. He could at least tell me where the fuck we were going.

  It took him a few seconds to realize he didn’t hear the scuffing of my feet struggling to keep up with him anymore but when he did he turns around, searching for me, even from a good distance away I can see the annoyance in his eyes. Well, what the fuck did he want from me? I couldn’t just chase some shady brother off into the darkness on one of the worst streets in the city.

  “Kat,” he growled. “Come on.”

  “Tell me where we’re going,” I demanded.

  He sighed loudly and stomped back toward me up the street. He grabbed me by the arm roughly and started to drag me along after him. I was struggling and flapping my arms around to get out of his grasp but it wasn’t much use. Even on his worst day, he was still stronger than me at my best.

  “Where are you taking me?” I was practically screaming now.

  “Would you calm the fuck down? I’m just taking you away from the scene of the crime so we can talk.” He looked around the street, trying to make sure no one could see us. It would look pretty suspect. A man twice my size pulling me down the street in the middle of the night while I screamed at him. It might cause a concerned citizen to call the cops, although in this neighborhood people would probably just look the other way.

  “I don’t want to go with you!” I declared. “I want you to let me go!”

  He half laughed and half snarled in my ear. “You want me to let you go? Yeah? Are You going to run back to Danger and tell him that you were spying on him? That you followed him without his permission and lied to him about it?”

  Fear crept into me at his words. I realized way too late what a huge mistake this was. I didn’t trust Jay; I didn’t even know him. And I had let him get in a position of power over me. I had let him have something on me, something that I didn’t want anyone else to find out about. I had to decide what the fuck I was going to do, how the fuck I was going to get out of this situation.

  I found myself growing more and more defeated as he dragged me further and further down the street and away from the restaurant, away from Danger. How could I have been so stupid? How could I of left with someone like Jay? Out of everyone who could have found me in the back of the restaurant, he was the worst.

  Suddenly he stopped at the end of the street without any warning. My feet kept moving before my mind had time to tell them to stop and I practically tripped him up with my own feet. He sighed and shoved me backward without really letting go of my arm.

  I looked around. “This is where you wanted to bring me to talk?”

  He rolled his eyes like he couldn’t believe what a stupid bitch I was.

  Suddenly, I was getting yanked backward and my body was being flopped around like a rag doll. The last thing I saw before the van door slammed shut in my face was Jay’s smirking face.

  I realized too late that I walked right into his trap.

  And then my eyes faded to blackness.

  ***

  When I woke up my throat felt dry and itchy, like I was in a place that hadn’t had clean air in a while. I looked around the room. Black walls, hardwood floors, and a small mattress on the floor. My hands and legs were taped together really tight, too tight.

  The room was empty beside me.

  Where was I? And who had taken me? I knew Jay had something to do with it but who else had? There was no way he had pulled this off on his own. Jay may have wanted to be a leader but he wasn’t one. There was no way he had the power and balls to pull this shit off on his own. No, there was other people involved, the question was who were they? Had my stepbrother’s own club turned against them?

  The thought seemed unlikely.

  I knew their club, I was around their crew. I trusted them and they worshiped my stepbrother’s. They took out anyone who seemed like they even wished them any harm. But still, it only took a few. It only took a few in a club to turn against you and cause trouble.

  I looked around the room again, looking for clues as to where I was or how the fuck I could get out of here. There was nothing, not even a window. I played around with my feet and wrists, trying to loosen the grip the tape had on my joints but it was no use. Whoever put it on had put enough on to last a while.

  “HELLO?” I screamed out.

  I knew I shouldn’t want whoever was out there to come in the room but I did. What if they just left me here to die? What if they wanted me to suffer just because of who I was? But if that was the case wouldn’t they torture me? Or something?

  “HELLO! WHO’S OUT THERE?”

  No answer.

  I picked my feet up and started kicking the wall next to the door. Maybe if they thought I was going to damage something they would come in and stop me. I knew pissing them off was risky but what choice did I have?

  I kept kicking and screaming but no one ever came.

  After what felt like
hours I exhausted myself. I had no fight left in me.

  I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness and slid my body toward the mattress on the floor, and it was there that I finally allowed myself to cry. Soft at first and then louder and louder. The sound of my own cries and tears were the only thing I heard as I faded into sleep.

  ***

  I didn’t know how much time passed before I was awoken again but I was. A big man with dark skin and a bald head slammed the door open roughly and walked in stomping around. He set a bag of food and a bottle of water down in front of me.

  Burger king.

  He had got to be fucking kidding me.

  They were buying me burger king?

  I willed my eyes to adjust to the light fast, trying to gaze out into the hallway while the door was actually open but I couldn’t make much out. It looked like some kind of warehouse maybe? Or an abandoned building?

  The big guy standing in front of me was dressed in all black. The only thing I could really make out was the dark of the room is his white eyelids. He reached over me roughly and cut the tape off the back of my hands with some sharp object.

  He kicked the bag of food gently. “Eat.”

  I raised my eyebrows at him.

  He rolled his eyes at me then reached down and pulled a few fries out of the bag, shoving them into his mouth. “It’s not poison, see?” he said as he chewed loudly. “Give me a little credit, if I wanted to kill you there're ways I would take much greater pleasure in.”

  I shivered at the coldness of his words.

  “Eat,” he told me again.

  And this time, I obeyed him, digging into the food like it was the last meal I was ever going to get. And it could have been, I didn’t know. The water felt good in my mouth, bringing my taste buds to life again. I forced myself to stop gulping it down, not wanting to use it all up now and end up with nothing for later.

  “I heard you were screaming and kicking all night like a child,” the man told me with disgust in his voice.

  I ignored him and continued to eat instead.

  “I hope you learned your lesson.”

  “My lesson?” I asked in between bites of my burger. It was surprisingly good. Maybe I had forgotten how good the food was there or maybe I was way hungrier than I realized. Either way, I felt like I was in heaven food wise. Even if I was in hell in every other way possible.

  The man nodded, crossing his big hand over the other. “We don’t respond to that kind of behavior around here if you want attention that’s not the way to go about it. We expect class while you’re under this roof. Do you understand?”

  Who the fuck was this guy? He had the nerve to talk to me about how to behave while I was under their roof when he took me and forced me to stay here against my will? What a fucking joke. “You could just let me go then you wouldn’t have to worry about how I acted.”

  The guy smirked like my effort is cute. “That’s not up to me.”

  “Who is it up to?” I tried to act like I could care less either way.

  “Nice try.” He walked toward the door and flipped on the light switch. The room filled with light and I found myself squinting to adjust to the light. Before I had a chance to make out much more about him he was slamming the door shut and leaving me alone again.

  The strange man with the amusing gaze and hard face was the only human contact I had for what felt like forever, which probably meant, in reality, it had only been a few hours. But still, a few hours alone in a room with nothing to do but stare at the walls and get lost in your own thoughts was enough to drive you crazy, it was enough to set you over the edge.

  These men clearly weren’t in Danger’s crew, so who were they? What did they want with me? Were they going to blackmail Danger? Were they going to kill me? Did Danger know that I was missing yet? Was he looking for me? Or did he still think I was at home sleeping?

  The questions were endless.

  I was still thinking about them when the door swung open and a body was flung onto the floor next to me. It wasn’t until he sat up straight and wiped the dust off his perfectly toned chest that I realized who it was.

  Danger.

  And he looked pissed.

  **

  The door slammed shut behind him and my eyes searched his for any type of emotion. There was no fear of the unknown, no confusion as to why the fuck he was here the way I had been. No, there was only anger there. Anger that was directed completely and totally toward no one else, but me.

  “Danger?” My voice sounded shaky even to myself.

  He just stared at me for a second then he walked around to the back of my body and ripped the tape off my feet in one quick motion; like it was made of paper. How come he didn’t have any tape on him?

  “Why don’t you have any tape around your ankles or hands?”

  He half laughed. “I’d like to see them try and put tape on me.”

  It was pretty crazy to me that even in a kidnapping situation Danger still had power.

  He turned me around slowly, his eyes meeting mine. He searched me, trying to figure something out, trying to read me for any type of emotion. “Are you okay?” His words were serious and deep; like he really needed to know before he could carry on.

  I nodded. “I’m okay.”

  “You’re sure?” he said again, still searching for any sense that I might be lying. “Did they? I mean… did they touch you, or anything?”

  I felt my heart start to speed up in my chest when I saw the concern in his eyes. He was worried about another man touching me, worried about me hooking up with anyone other than him. I felt like he was claiming me, like the thought of me with another man was enough to throw him over the edge. The thought was thrilling to me, even under the circumstances.

  “No, I haven’t been here long.”

  He didn’t say anything for a few moments, taking me in. I felt my breath catch in my throat for the first time since he got thrown into the room with me. It occurred to me too quickly that up until a few seconds ago I wasn’t sure I would ever see him again. I believed that he would find a way to locate me, to try and get me out. But I didn’t know if they would kill me before he had a chance if they would attack him the second he set foot on their soil.

  I still didn’t know what was going to happen to either of us, but at least we were together now, at least whatever we were facing, we were facing together.

  I inched closer to him and stood on my tippy toes, kissing him gently on the lips. He paused for a second, letting his lips part eventually for me to taste him. He tasted so good, like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of no matter how high I was. And in that moment nothing else seemed to matter. It didn’t matter what he had been doing at the restaurant that night. It didn’t matter how he got here or what was going to happen to me. All that mattered was him and how much I wanted him. How I had wanted him for so long and now I finally had him.

  I pushed myself harder into him, deepening our kiss. His long smooth tongue dipped into my mouth, exploring. My pussy started throbbing at just the taste of him. I grabbed his hand and shoved it between my legs, wanting him to see what he did to me. He started circling my clit through my shorts, feeling how wet I was. Without wasting any time he dug his fingers inside of the fabric and shoved his fingers inside of me roughly.

  He started fingering my wet pussy roughly, looking into my eyes.

  “Cum,” he demanded.

  It wasn’t like him to be in a rush but something about him was different. He wasn’t trying to get off or have foreplay. He wasn’t trying to be sensual or romantic, he was trying to assert his control. He was used to being in a position of power, used to telling everyone around him what to do and when to do it. He was out of his element here. He was at the bottom of the totem poll. So he was trying to show his control over the one thing he could at the moment, me.

  “Cum,” he told me, louder this time, more aggressively. “Cum for me.”

  The words sent my already hot body over the e
dge and I squirted all over his smooth long fingers. He pulled his fingers out to me and licked my cum off his fingers like he was enjoying his favorite snack.

  I dropped to my knees and grabbed at his crotch, ready to return the favor. But before I could get very far Danger was backing away from me, pulling me up off the ground by my arms in one fast motion. He picked me up off the ground like I was made of feathers. Goddamn, he really was freakishly strong. “No,” he said firmly, asserting his power once again.

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “What the fuck do you mean no?”

  “No,” he snapped, backing even further away from me as if to prove his point. He looked pissed now; like he just decided he was mad at me or something. What the hell was his problem?

  “What the hell is your problem?”

  “What the fuck were you thinking?” he snapped at me. “I told you to go straight home. STRAIGHT HOME. Do you realize how dangerous of a situation you’re in? How stupid you are? You could have been fucking killed the second they got you.”

  I sighed and tossed my body onto the mattress that was lining the floor. Well, that was a complete turnaround. From all hot and bother to just plain bothered. Now he was going to turn into a fucking asshole and make me sit here and listen to him bitch me out. “Can this wait until we’re home, Danger?” Where I am actually able to run away from you, I thought to myself.

  “No, Kat, it can’t wait until we get home.” He bunched his hand up into a fist and bashed it into the wall. “Do you have any idea what you got yourself into? It’s like you want to be fucking road kill or something.”

  I glanced over at the small hole that he just put into the wall and sighed. Great, I already knew what these people thought about acting out to get your way. “They aren’t going to like that,” I whispered, motioning toward the hole.

  Danger took his hand, swung back, and punched another hole in the wall right next to the other one. This one was a little bigger, and a little deeper. “Ask me if I give a flying fuck what these PUSSY ASS BITCHES LIKE.” He screamed the last part at the closed door; like he was challenging them to come in and say something about the damage he was causing to their walls.