by KaLee Ray
The third one was about Force’s height, but fifty pounds heavier and 20 years older. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke in the air. His long nasty hair was grey and hanging under a dirty bandana.
“Well well, it’s about time you joined the party.” He leaned down and I could not only feel his hot sticky breath, but I could smell it too. I felt my stomach roll and I gagged at the stench of stale cigarette and bad breath.
I turned my head and caught a glimpse of his cut under his stringy hair. Hellfire President and then I read the name that made my blood boil, Pagan. He was the man that killed my father. This was the man who took my father’s life over some stupid club rivalry.
“I can tell from the look on your face you have figured out who I am so let me introduce you to the guys. This bad motherfucker is Razor, my VP and your kidnapper.” He patted Razor on the back and smiled like he was proud of him. “And this good lookin fucker over here is Frat. Frat here is going to look after you when we have…business to attend too.”
“I don’t really need introductions, I’m sure the hospital noticed my car and they have contacted the police.” I remembered Vinny telling the girls not to tell the Hellfire who I was so I thought the best thing to do was keep the club out of this.
They all doubled over in laughter. “The police, really? Don’t play us for stupid fools’ princess. We know who you are and we have already contacted your brother with our demands.” I was growing fond of the name princess, but this asshole just ruined it for me.
“Demands? What are you demanding in exchange for me?” I was assuming it was for me.
“We know for a fact that the Descendants got a large shipment of guns in last week. Guns for the girl.” Razor said as he ran a finger down my cheek.
I shivered out of pure fear. I wasn’t sure if it was fear of these men or fear for my men because I know the guns they are talking about are the ones they sold on their run. I didn’t know anything about where they got their guns from, but I assumed it wasn’t as easy as placing a call and picking them up. It was only a matter of time before they would kill me. Only question was, what are they going to do to me until that time comes.
*
Titan
If they lay one hand on her I will kill every member of that fucking club. There was no way we could come up with a half a million in guns within the next day. We were going to have to do something drastic and fast.
“Prez, the Chiefs have been watching their clubhouse and they haven’t seen Pagan or Razor. I don’t think they are stupid enough to take her there.” Logan spoke to Force.
“The Hellfires own property all over. There is a hundred places they could have taken her. We don’t have time to search them all.” Force replied to Logan, but never moved his head from his hands.
He was right she could be anywhere in Texas. We didn’t have the man power or the time. Then it hit me. I knew who had eyes on the Hellfire. I knew who would be watching Pagan like a hawk. I would either die or go to prison trying to get the information, but she was worth whatever the outcome.
“Titan where are you going?” Force was up and out the door behind me.
“I may know how to find her, but I need you to trust me and stay here.” I was pleading with him and I know it was no use.
“Fuck that. I’m going with you Titan. She is my sister.” He pushed me. “I don’t know why you care so much.”
“Because I fucking love her.” My chest got tight and for the first time in my whole life I felt like crying. “I fucking love her man. I know you said to stay away from her and I tried. Something happened when we went to Oklahoma. You can shoot me later. Right now I have to find her, even if that means seeking out the enemy.”
He probably would end up shooting me over all this and as long as Lacie was home and safe I didn’t care. He could shoot, beat me, or set me on fire, it wouldn’t hurt as much as this does. I had to get her back. She was my life.
“I’m coming with you, we don’t have time to argue. Lead the way.” I knew he was right and I would just have to suffer the consequences later.
We got on our bikes and raced out of the gates of the compound. The night air was cool and made it easier to think. I needed to be thinking about what we were going to do when we found the place, but all I could think about was the ride home from the hotel with Lacie. She had her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands under my cut. I would give anything to feel her again.
*
Chapter 11
Lacie
“Pagan, that’s an interesting choice for a road name. Did you choose it because you are not a Christian?” I was trying to make conversation, but I think I was antagonizing him instead.
“And what makes you think I’m not a good ol’ Christian?” he laughed.
“Well off the top of my head, you killed my dad and you are holding my hostage.” Not knowing when to shut up would be the death of me.
“Honey you’re dad deserved to die.” There was no more laughter in his voice. “He had been taking over gun trade in all of Texas for years. We were practically ran out of the gun business by Hudson. So we turned to running drugs because Hudson and the Devil’s Descendants didn’t want anything to do with drugs.”
“Only problem was most of our buyers where in Dallas and your dear old dad wouldn’t let us within a hundred miles of Athens. Killing Hudson opened up our route and supplied us with a nice shipment of guns.” He smiled and I thought I was going to throw up.
“You’re a fucking monster. You killed my dad because you had to go a little out of your way to deliver some fucking drugs. Pagan isn’t a harsh enough name for you.” I was trying to fight back the tears.
“Uncivilized and heathen, that’s why I choose the name Pagan. When you look up the definition heathen is the first word you will see. That’s me princess.” Pagan spoke like he was proud of what he was.
“Why me? You killed my dad and took their guns, so why take me now?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Princess we didn’t even know about you until the meet and greet at the spa. See the bitch you punched was Razor’s old lady.” Pagan stopped talking and Razor walked up to take over.
“My old lady called me and told me you got rough with her. I don’t take kindly to anyone touching my bitch. So I came back to the spa and took a look at your credit card receipt. Lacie Perce. Now where have I heard that last name?” Razor scratched his head like he was mocking my intelligence. “That’s right good ol’ Hudson had the last name Perce.”
“See all this time we thought Force’s mom died at birth. We never knew Hudson had a daughter and wife up in Oklahoma. We would’ve used both of you as a pawn years ago.” Pagan spoke with an annoying arrogance.
“I’ll give you our mothers name and address. Fill free to do what you want with her.” Now was not the time for sarcasm, but I couldn’t help it.
“Force brought you down here and practically served you up on a platter to us. If you ever see him again you should really thank him for that.” My heart stopped at how Razor said “ever see him again”.
“I can’t feel my arms can you please untie me, just for a minute. Maybe even let me stand up and walk around.” I used my nice voice and hoped they would let me loose for a minute.
The room was full of stuff I could use to throw. The door was twenty feet away and wide open. Pagan walked with a limp so I know I could out run him. Razor on the other hand might not be so easy to out run.
Pagan nodded at me and Razor walked behind me and untied my hands. My heart was racing and I knew I would only get one chance. He leaned over my lap and undid the rope around the top of my legs. Just as he leaned up I kicked him as hard as I could in the balls and pushed him back into Pagan.
“Fucking cunt.” Razor yelled as he doubled over in pain.
My muscles were sore and my feet were numb, but I pushed on. I knocked things over and threw things behind me just in case they were catching up. I had
no idea what was on the other side of the door, but I was going to make it out.
“Grab her Frat.” Pagan yelled.
I made it to the door and saw Frat coming right for me. He reached out for me and I shoved the palm of my hand as hard as I could up his nose. Blood spewed everywhere as he yelled out every curse word in his vocabulary.
“You will pay for that your fucking bitch.” He said through muffled hands.
I had no doubt that was true if he caught me. It was dark and I didn’t recognize anything. I could see two trucks on the other side of the lot and I prayed they had keys in them. I stopped at the first and opened the door. No keys.
I jumped out and headed for the second truck. As soon as my feet hit the ground someone grabbed me and threw me up against the truck hard. My head bounced off the metal and I fell to the ground. I heard heavy boots and I looked up to see Frat standing over me.
“For a doctor you’re not real smart.” He said as he picked me up off the ground. “I hope I’m the first one to get to torture you.”
My head was pounding and I was very nauseous. I was pretty sure I had a concussion. He led me back to the warehouse and I didn’t try to fight him. I should have never tried to fight them in the first place. Force and Titan were right, I was naïve.
*
Titan
“Titan what are we doing in Tyler?” Force ask as we got off our bikes at what looked like an apartment building.
“You are going to have to trust me and don’t ask questions.”
We stormed in the building and ran up three flights of stairs. As soon as we got the third floor I marched down to apartment 347 and braced myself for what was about to happen.
“Woods. Hall. Open up.” I yelled as I almost pounded the door down.
“What the fuck man? You can’t bring them in on this.” Force was angry, but he had to trust me. “If we get arrested I’ll fucking kill you.”
He was going to kill me anyways, but at least this way we might get Lacie back before he does.
“Well this is new. Normally we are the ones tracking you guys down, not the other way around.” Woods was all smiles as he opened the door for us.
“Fuck off Woods. Where is Hall? It’s urgent.” I said as I pushed my way through the door and past Woods. He could barely tie his own shoe much less help me find Lacie.
“Someone say my name?” Agent Hall came from the bedroom of the apartment they were using as an office. “Damn is this my lucky day and the career criminals are coming over to turn themselves in?”
“We don’t have time for this bullshit Titan. Why are we here? And it better be fucking good.” Force was past his breaking point and I couldn’t blame him.
“Everyone shut up.” I needed to focus and I couldn’t do that with all the fucking questions. “Hall I need all the Hellfire locations that have had activity in the past five hours. And I need to know if you have eyes on Pagan or Razor.”
“Is this a joke? Why would we help the Devil’s Descendants?” Hall barely had the words out of her mouth and I had her by the throat and up against the wall. Woods tried to defend her, but I had my gun pulled and in his face before he could do anything.
“Do I look like I’m fucking joking with you fucktards. Get me the information now or I can guarantee they will never find your fucking bodies.” I said through gritted teeth.
Forgiveness was something of the past now. It didn’t matter if I killed them or not, I was still going to hell. My sins were piling up and the blood stained my hands. The only faith I had was in Lacie so if she died I might as well die too.
I put Agent Hall back on her feet, but never broke eye contact. “Okay Titan, put the gun away and I’ll tell you what we have.” She moved over to the table where they had paper and pictures scattered.
I looked at Force who had two guns pulled and looked like he was ready for war. He had trusted me with so much, the least I could do at this point was get his sister back. Even if that meant letting him take my life.
“They have a warehouse south of here about five miles this side of Bullard. We see them go there occasionally, but a few hours ago we saw a van go there. Pagan pulled in a few minutes later. They only unloaded one item. It didn’t look like drugs or guns so we moved on.” Hall handed me a printed map with the location.
“Don’t watch the place for 24 hours. Got it!” It was a silent threat.
“Why, what do they have Titan? We can help.” Hall didn’t want to help she wanted to make an arrest on a case she had been working for years.
“They have my sister and if she gets killed because you two rent-a-cops couldn’t stay out of the way, I will personally rip your hearts out with my bare hands.” Force was not a man to cross.
“What’s to say when this is all over we don’t arrest all of you including Dr. Perce?” Woods spoke without thinking about who he was dealing with.
Force grabbed his pistol out of his waist band and stuck it down Woods throat. With his other hand Force choked the life out of Woods. It took all I had to stop him because I knew the asswipe had it coming.
Hall had her gun pointed right at Force and I knew she would pull the trigger. “Everyone calm the fuck down.” I said as I started moving people and guns out of my way. “I’ll make you a deal Hall. When this is over I’ll take the fall for all of the Descendant’s crimes. Everything, I’ll confess to everything.”
“Titan.” Was all Force could say. I don’t think we realized until that moment how much Lacie meant to me.
“I’ll go away and the Descendant’s will go legit. You have our word. Then you and Woods can go back to DC and bother someone else for a while.” I was making deals I had no right too, but with each passing second Lacie was closer to death.
“24 hours and we are storming the place. If we don’t find your lifeless body, we will come for you next.” Hall was all business.
We took the stairs two at a time both of us on the phone. Him with Logan rounding up our guys and me with the Plains MC for backup. I would bring in the whole motherfucking cartel if I had too.
“Titan I’m not even going to ask what that shit was about, right now.”
*
Lacie
Razor grabbed me by the throat and threw me at the chair. I fell hard on the dirty concrete floor. I wiped my hands on my jeans and tried to pull myself up on the chair. As soon as I lifted myself up Razor wrapped his hand in my hair and jerked me up.
He brought my face close to his never releasing his grip on my hair. “You stupid fucking bitch. I don’t care if they bring the guns or not, you’re dead.” He threw me at the chair and grabbed his hurt balls.
“Maybe you should show her why they call you Razor.” Pagan said as an evil smile spread on his face.
“Prez let Razor take care of the bitch. We have bigger problems, I just got word the Descendants are in Tyler. Maybe we should get some backup out here.” Frat was still holding the phone up to his ear waiting on Pagan to give the order.
“Tell them all to get her now. The fucking Chiefs probably had us followed. Razor, I want her bleeding. If they don’t have my guns, I want her dead.” My stomach dropped and I felt all the blood run out of my face as Pagan spoke.
Razor turned to me as soon as Pagan and Frat left the warehouse. He pulled a large knife out of a holder on his jeans and laid it out on the table. Next he withdrew a small leather bag from inside his cut and laid it next to the knife. I wasn’t sure about its contents, but I had a feeling it was bad.
He took the rope from the floor and wrapped it around my knees, holding them tightly together. There was no use in fighting him, I would lose. He pulled two zip ties from his back pocket and kneeled down at me side. The zip tie cut into my wrist as he pulled it tight.
With my knees tied together and my hands tied separately to the chair legs beside me I was at Razor’s mercy. He turned back to the table and untied the leather bag and emptied out several different size razor blades. Sweat broke out on my forehead a
nd my heart began to race.
“I think I will start with your face. My ol’ lady has a nasty black eye and a cut about here. So I think that’s where I will start.” Razor placed his finger on the corner of my eyebrow.
Before I knew what was going to happen he replaced his finger with a large razor blade and dug deep into my face. I let out a pained cry as the warm blood ran down my face. Razor let out a primal grunt and smiled like he was getting off on my pain.
Still holding the large razor he kneeled down by my left arm. I turned my head as the razor cut into my flesh. He dragged the blade down the top of my arm stopping at the top of my wrist. I shook violently at the shock of the pain. The chair tipped back and forth and I thought it would fall over, but Razor stilled it.
He moved over to my right arm and I cringed. I was a surgeon, if he cut too deep he could mess up my nerves and I wouldn’t be able to operate again. Although I probably didn’t need to worry about ever operating again because I wasn’t sure I would make it out of here alive.
This time instead of a straight cut he made a zigzag pattern in my skin. All the way down my arm, blade in and blade out, back and forth. I screamed at every cut and that just seemed to encourage him more.
He stopped cutting and I stopped screaming. I could feel the blood running down my finger and I could hear it dripping on the floor. The bile rose in my throat and I swallowed it down trying not to make the situation worse.
“Please stop. You made your point.” I begged and begged, but he only laughed.
“Stop? Why would I stop, I am just getting started.” He was holding the large knife and spinning the tip on his finger.
The tears I had been holding back came out all at once. I had never experience fear like this before. I shut my eyes and pictured Titan’s face and his dark green eyes. I thought back to the when we were in Oklahoma and he held me as I slept in his arms. Every time I moved he would kiss my head. I felt safe, I felt loved.
I would never feel that again. I would never feel Titan again and that hurt worse than anything Razor could do to me.