Riding On Fumes_Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

by Cassandra Bloom

  What had happened to me? Where was I? I closed my eyes, trying to fight the panic that continued to try and snake its way back into me. I had to stay calm, had to focus. Then it all came back to me. The memory flooded back into my mind until I felt like I was drowning. I gasped, struggling to escape.

  I was trapped.

  I clenched my eyes shut, the tears beginning to stream down my face. I couldn’t even try and stop them. I was back in the Carrion’s clutches. Somehow Malcolm had…

  The memory of the sting returned, and I rubbed at my hip. A phantom sting made me wince.

  “Bastard!” I muttered, remembering syringe he’d stuck me with.

  He’d drugged me! My asshole of a brother broke into Jace’s condo, scared the shit out of me…

  And fucking drugged me!

  I frowned, wondering where Jace was. Did he know I was gone yet? I chewed me lip, hating how cruel fate seemed to be. We had been back together, things had seemed to be getting better and now…

  now we were separated once more.

  I took a bit of satisfaction in knowing that, this time around, we had at least been forced into this situation. It wasn’t a matter of infighting or mistrust; we were being attacked. I almost rolled my eyes at the idea of being put into a situation where being attacked would be viewed in such a light, but figured that was just Mack in a nutshell.

  Mack…

  If I ever got my hands on my brother, I would kill him myself!

  That thought—No! I corrected myself, That commitment!—filled me with a strange sense of power. It was almost terrifying.

  Almost!

  I remembered the dream again, replayed the last few moments—thought, That’ta girl, Mia—and then began to look around again. I wanted to believe that Jace would come, that he’d find me and come to my rescue, but I knew better than to sit around and wait for it to happen.

  There was being hopeful, and then there was being stupid.

  And let it never be said that Mia Chobavich was stupid.

  Mack, on the other hand…

  Mack had gone and done the dumbest thing he’d ever done, and I was going to kill him for it.

  The more I thought it—I’m going to kill Mack!—the more I liked the sound of it.

  And why the hell should Jace get all the fun?

  Not that I’d ever killed anybody before…

  First time for everything, right? I figured. Then, realizing that, whether I got out of here on my own or whether Jace found me before I had a chance, we’d be together once again, I figured he’d be more-than-willing to help me with this one thing.

  Killing Mack together, I thought, almost laughing at the idea. Now that’s one for a Hallmark card!

  “So, you’re finally awake,” a familiar, cocky voice sounded from the distance.

  I followed the source and spotted a set of stairs that had been previously shrouded in darkness. Now, however, an open doorway at the top offered enough illumination from the upper level to reveal them and the silhouette of my asshole brother at the top.

  “Surprised you’re still here,” I called back, surprising myself with my calm tone. “Figured a chicken-shit like you would’ve laid an egg and scuttled off as soon as you were able.”

  “You know,” Mack said with a forced sigh, “I really wanted to regret all of this. I wanted to, but you’ve always been such a bitch.”

  “And you’ve always been a coward,” I shot back.

  “Yeah,” he agreed, not sounding happy about what he agreed to but at least owning it. “I guess that trait sort of runs in the family.” He descended a few of the steps so that we could see one another clearly.

  At that moment, I realized how pathetically frail he looked; how pathetically frail he’d always looked.

  “My god…” I marveled, shaking my head. “When did you get so tiny?”

  He stared at me, confusion washed over his face, and then looked away, ashamed.

  “You wanna come closer?” I offered. “Or are you scared?”

  “Why should I be scared?” he said with a scoff.

  “My point exactly,” I scoffed back, lifting my shackled wrists. “I mean, chains? Really? Whose idea was that? Yours, I’m guessing. Nobody with the Crew was nervous enough around their whores to take things this far. Did it make you feel safer? Or was it just easier on your conscious to have me chained up like an animal?”

  He only shrugged. “I honestly wasn’t expecting to be here this long,” he admitted, “but they were afraid I might’ve overdosed you; said I was gonna stick around and ‘see you off,’ if you were lucky enough to wake up.”

  “And if I hadn’t been so lucky?” I challenged.

  Mack cleared his throat. “Then I wouldn’t have been far behind,” he said.

  “Sacrificing your own sister to save your sorry ass,” I said, lacing as much venom into my voice as I could.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he replied.

  Though he’d said it flatly—with not a drop of venom to match my own statement—I felt a deep and powerful sting as the implications of his words settled into my core.

  And yet…

  And yet I’d always sort of suspected, hadn’t I?

  I looked down. “God damn you, Malcolm.”

  “Go ahead and hate me if it makes you feel better,” he said. “Makes no difference to me. Either way, you’re awake. That means I’m free to go. The Crew’s decided to auction you off—they say you’re not worth the trouble to keep around—and, as luck would have it, the starting bid is more than what I owe, and they’ve already got a line of bidders. My debt’s officially paid, and I’ll be on the first train out of this shit-town while you’re being shipped off to your new owner.”

  “You seem pretty confident about that,” I said, shaking my head.

  “About you being purchased? Give yourself some credit, sis.”

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “No, you idiot,” I spat. “About you just skipping off; home-free.”

  “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

  “Only that you’re dealing with criminals, bro,” I said, still riding on that strange calm. “Criminals that have killed and will go on killing. I mean, you’re telling me they’re operating in sex trafficking—they told you that they’re operating in sex trafficking—and you think they’re going to let you walk with that knowledge? When they’re already struggling to keep their heads above water? When any sort of interference could mean the difference between success and failure? And you actually believe that they’re just going to let you leave, knowing all of that?” I laughed and shook my head. “Malcolm… maybe you were right, maybe you were always right. Maybe I was just a sniveling, drama-loving little kid, and I maybe I did grow up to be a manipulative slut; and maybe I was meant to just be a whore. But, Mack, your whiny, sniveling whore of a sister is still smart enough to know that you won’t live to see the end of the night. And I’d rather be a smart whore than a dead dick.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he said, stomping over to me.

  “Or what? You gonna hit me?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You’ll never have a better chance than this!” I offered, rattling my chains for effect. “But remember this: you will never be able to do a thing to me that will match what’s already been done—not one… damn… thing!” I saw him shiver, his lip tremble, and his eyes drifted back to my chest. This time, I didn’t bother trying to hide my assets from his view. Instead, I grinned. “Were you always this disgusting?” I asked. “Was it just the prison sentence and the idea of sending your sister off to a street corner that did this to you? Or were you always like this?” I forced a cackle for effect. “Oh my… when we were kids did you used to lie awake in your bedroom and—”

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP, WHORE!” he screamed at me, pulling back a clenched fist.

  “Oh yeah, Mack! Do it! DO IT! Damage Carrion property right before an auction! I’d pay to see what happens to you then!”

  He fell bac
k, running his once raised hand through his hair as if it was all he’d ever meant to do.

  Good.

  I was glad that I was getting to him. It was what he deserved and more. My body shook with its own rage and I worked to relax as well. It wouldn’t do me any good to get worked up. I had to find a way to get out of here. I was sure that Jace would be looking for me by now, but I needed to have a back-up plan and so far, I had jack and shit.

  “Consider yourself lucky,” Mack finally said, turning away.

  “Luckier than you still,” I called after him.

  “Fuck you, Mia,” he said, not bothering to look back.

  “Only in your dreams, I’m sure,” I shot back.

  He flinched noticeably at that.

  And then he was gone, the door slamming shut and the basement I was chained-up in returning to near-total darkness. I clenched my eyes shut, trying desperately to calm myself against the raging sea of anger and hate and strangely empowering—yet insanely self-risking—sense of empowerment I’d awoken into.

  Madness, I mused to myself. This must be the sort of madness Jace was telling me about.

  Then, left alone in this foreign-yet-strangely-familiar place, I continued my pursuit for a way to free myself…

  All while reminding myself that I was alone; that I wouldn’t turn around and see the rotting body of Missus Creely, or, worse yet, my own waiting, rotting form.

  ****

  I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I was sure that the chains weren’t going anywhere. And, while that was the case, neither was I. I closed my eyes, trying to remain calm when every part of me wanted to scream. I couldn’t think of anything to help. I glanced around the room, looking for anything that could of any use and saw that the basement might as well have been abandoned. Aside from me and these chains, it was empty. I wondered again exactly where I was. The basement didn’t look much different from the kind you’d see in a residential home and I wondered if the Carrions decided to move here after Jace and them had blown up their old base.

  I frowned, hating that I had been so close to something so volatile. I had had no idea. I felt stupid that I hadn’t thought to question the smell, but then again, that wasn’t our job. If I had begun to ask questions, I’d most likely have been dealt with. I knew from experience that saying anything but “yes sir” to them was asking for a beating, or even worse. I shivered, hating that I was back in this place. I thought I had escaped them for good.

  No.

  I couldn’t think like that. Couldn’t let myself think this would be the end. No matter what Malcolm said, I couldn’t let this be it. Jace would come for me and he wouldn’t come along. I just had to hold out, had to stay safe until he found his way to me. I frowned, trying to ignore the part of me that asked just how he was supposed to do that. Even as I fought it though, I realized that it wasn’t wrong. Just how would Jace find me? If the Carrion crew had setup base at some random residential house, I had to assume it wasn’t going to be easy to find. It’s not like they placed a big neon sign on their bases. Even the apartment Candy and I had lived in hadn’t seemed that out of the ordinary for the area it was in.

  I bit my lip, wrapping my chained arms around my knees as I hugged them to my chest. Suddenly, I felt extremely exhausted. Between the stress and still wearing off the side effects of whatever drug Mack has stuck me with, I was finding it extremely difficult to focus. My eyes began to drift and as bad as I wanted to stay awake, stay alert, I couldn’t fight it any longer. Falling to my side, I drifted off to (thankfully) a dreamless sleep.

  ****

  I woke up to what sounded like fingernails tapping on glass.

  For a moment, lingering between sleep and not, I found myself thinking of a crow pecking at a window.

  A window?

  My eyes shot open and I was pulling myself to my feet, looking around for a source of the sound. Sure enough, there was a short, wide window—filthy with grime—about six-feet from the floor.

  Six-feet from this floor, I thought, but level with the ground outside.

  I shivered as I thought about how the Creely house had had a similar window in their own cellar.

  I squinted to see out the window and saw that there was a blurred face in the glass. I could hear a voice muffled through the glass and bit my lip. I wanted to see who was trying to talk to me, but another part of me worried that it was just a member of the Carrions playing a trick on me. I watched as the person on the other side carefully pushed the glass window open. Suddenly I was staring at the face of…

  “Candy?” I said, not able to hide the shock in my voice. “What are you doing here?”

  “Shush!” she said, placing her finger to her lips. “Look, I don’t got much time. I’m lucky to be here at all.”

  “How did you get here in the first place?” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down this time.

  “You suck the right dick, you get the right information,” Candy shrugged.

  “What? Really?” I said, shaking my head.

  “Well, that and I knew someone who still works with these losers,” Candy said, frowning down at me. “How you doing, Mia?”

  “I could be better,” I said, glancing down at my hands.

  “They chained you up?” she more stated than asked as she glared down at my hands. “Fucking savages.”

  “Nancy, this is really dangerous,” I said, biting my lip. “You could get killed.”

  “Yeah, and just like I said to your boyfriend: you aren’t the boss of me,” she said, shaking her head. “Can you tell me what they’ve got planned for you?”

  “Mack says they plan to auction me off,” I said, glancing back up at her and shook my head. “And while he’s usually a grade-A lying asshole, I think I can trust that he’s telling the truth this time around.”

  Candy nodded. “Don’t suppose you know when that’s happening, do you?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “No, but I’m pretty sure they’ll kill Mack long before it happens.”

  “Don’t tell me you pity the son-of-a-bitch,” Candy sneered.

  “Not one bit,” I said, not feeling at all sorry for the harshness in my voice. “I’m just pissed that I won’t have a chance to do it myself. But you I do care about. You are risking a lot right now just being here.”

  “I know, which is why I gotta make this quick,” she agreed and sighed. “I don’t like it, but I gotta go. I’ve got to call Jace—tell him… well, everything—and it’ll be better if I don’t get stupid and try to make the call anywhere near here.”

  “Tell him to be careful,” I warned, biting my lip.

  Candy rolled her eyes and said, “Much good that’ll do. Last time I talked to him I got the impression he was aching to get some killing done.”

  “Damn…” I muttered, shaking my head. “Look, I don’t know what the scene’s like up there,” I nodded towards my ceiling, “but Mack was talking about how the Crew was keeping him here. Fair to assume they’re still here. Can’t say how many, but with me here and Jace… well, with Jace being Jace, it’s fair to assume there’s a lot of them and they’re prepared for trouble.”

  “Alright, I’ll warn him,” she sighed. “Guess it’d be worth it to warn you to keep your head low when the shit hits the fan.”

  SIXTEEN

  ~JACE~

  I knew I should’ve waited.

  I knew that Candy was our best bet, and I knew she was doing her thing.

  But—god-fucking-damn!—I also knew that she was taking her sweet-ass time!

  And, in the meantime, I was just sitting around, twiddling my thumbs, and putting all my faith in a single person’s plan to manipulate scared whores out of information regarding a target of interest for a violent motorcycle gang. The more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded.

  And that was coming from me!

  It was a long shot and, honestly, a part of me already had known I wasn’t going to be finding anything out in the city.

 
But still…

  If nothing else, I needed to get out of the shop, get away from Danny and the others. They’d already begun to orchestrate a formal plan, and while I should’ve been there—should’ve been thankful for that much—it felt too much like we were talking about what we should be doing while, instead, we did nothing. And so, though I knew I should’ve been more a part of the plans, I couldn’t focus.

  Nobody had seemed to be blaming me, though.

  And when I got to my feet, declaring that I could sit around no longer—that I had to at least be out there—nobody seemed eager to try to stop me.

  Danny, being Danny, had pulled me aside to say all he’d be expected to say:

  “Ya gonna be okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ya gonna do anything stupid?”

  “Not excessively.”

  “Ya gonna wait on us if and when a call comes in?”

  “Long as I can, at least.”

  “Anything I can do for ya?”

  “Nothing you’re not already doing.”

  “Ya know we want this all to work out just as much as you, right?”

  “I’d certainly hope so.”

  “Promise ye’ll be careful?”

  “No.”

  Then, based on all that, he’d let me go.

  Because, as his boss, there wasn’t much else he could do.

  Hours later, I came to the aggravating conclusion that I couldn’t do much more than ride around in big, boxy circles.

  I took a deep breath, pushing the accelerator harder than I had in sometime. It felt good just to let loose, to be able to let out all the chaotic feelings that toiled in my mind. I needed to be strong for Mia, needed to help her out anyway I could. As I made it off the freeway, I stopped out front of the Denny’s that Mia and I had gone to. A part of me considered this the location to our first date, even though that wasn’t entirely accurate. I closed my eyes, remembering our time together.

  It had been the first time I had ever felt so comfortable in god knew how long. I sat across this bombshell dressed in a far too expensive dress to ever be seen at a Denny’s restaurant. Yet it felt so right. While she had tried so hard to look strong, I could tell she was close to breaking point. It was what called to me, I supposed. I knew where she was, was still there at that moment. We were both broken and that night, everything had changed. We had been able to laugh and joke and even though we’d been completely opposite in what our favorite things were, I’d already felt a strong connection.