by Dark Angel
He makes me sick the way he lets his fear control him.
"You know you're nothing but a criminal. That's all you are and that's what our dad was too. You guys are on the wrong side of things and getting people killed because of it. You're no heroes."
"What the fuck did you just say about dad?" Wade yells and before I know it he punches him in the face and Cole flies backward. "Don't your ever fucking insult the memory of our father."
The anger and frustration pours out and I help by kicking him into the dirt but let him finally get up. "What you gonna do, huh?” he asks. “Fucking arrest us? You probably would...arrest your own brother. Come on, do it! You know you want to."
"No Wade, you've got it all wrong." He heads back to his sheriff's vehicle all covered in dirt. "You're not worth the time it would take to bring you in. You're not worth anything."
I can tell his words sting Wade.
But Wade hides it.
"Fuck off Cole! Get the fuck out of my sight you gutless, spineless joke of a man. I can't believe you're my brother. How do you possibly have our father's blood running through you?"
I kick up dirt at his car as he drives off. I'm pissed and Wade’s wounded. Losing your brother is a unique kind of pain. It's nothing their father would be proud of. Cole broke up his family by switching sides. Now he feels righteous enough to come over here and think he can tell us what to do. This is our war. We will win it the same way we always do...with guns a blazin.
I'm not afraid of dying. We know how to fight.
The adrenaline is pumping through my system so fast now, but heart sinks as I remember there is actually one thing I am afraid of...that is losing Zeva. My love for her has made me vulnerable. It's what I always feared would happen if I let myself get close to her. I've been afraid of this moment for awhile...if Zeva was mine and we entered a war and they somehow knew my weakness for her.
My weakness is my enemy's greatest strength and I have to keep this thing with her under wraps.
Alex comes up to meet us. “You showed him. Cole was practically running away.”
“Yeah,” Wade says. “He wants us to run and let him handle it.”
Alex scoffs, “That’s funny, man. Like we’d ever turn from this battle.”
“It’s definitely a battle now,” I say. I’m sad to admit it but the lines have been drawn. This is an all out fucking war. As soon as we get Zeva we are going to fucking kill those bastard rivals.
“Let’s find her, you guys,” I say.
“Yeah,” Alex leads the way into the hospital. “She’s gonna be with Tammi. We should have known she’d find out what happened and that she would come here.”
“It’s my fault,” I say as we head in. “I tried to hide the news from her and to distract her but Zeva’s smart and determined. She found a way around me.”
We take the elevator up. Everyone stares at us as we find her room. We must make quite a sight in the hospital, three strong bikers dressed all in black.
We find Tammi room expecting to see Zeva but she’s not there.
“Tammi, how are you?” I ask, walking in.
Tammi sees the look in our eyes and know what we’re here for.
“Oh you guys just missed her,” Tammi says by way of greeting “I’m fine but Zeva’s not. She’s worried about you guys. She must be back to your place by now Wade. She left awhile ago.”
Wade is frantic and so am I. “No Tammi she wasn’t there. You’re saying she’s gone?”
Fuck.
This just took a turn to shit.
We make our excuses to Tammi and then back the fuck out of that hospital. All of us are going crazy now that we realize Zeva is missing. She wasn’t home, she wasn’t on the highway, and she’s not here.
This is an emergency.
“Shit,” Wade says once we’re back outside. “Just stay calm. But let’s all split up and look for her.”
Alex and I are already running for our bikes. I'll sift every street and building until I find Zeva. I feel responsible for her disappearance and none of this is okay. I have to go find her.
Chapter 26
Zeva
Fuck, these ropes are tight, I think to myself. Being tied up is one thing, but these guys are assholes. I hear two sets of feet shuffle around, but the bandanna over my eyes has me wondering their exact position. I hear a lot of echo around me, so I can assume some sort of storage building, which puts us on the outskirts of the town…
“She’s one of the head guys’ bitch, I know that at least,” a female voice says.
“So she’s value, no shit. Doesn’t mean she needs to stay conscious. Makes her harder to carry,” I hear a male voice complain.
“Damaged goods are damaged goods. Boss wants bargaining chips, and she’s a full set,” the female explains.
“You guys don’t really play cards do you?” I say, laughing a little. “You have no clue what the fuck you’re even talking about.”
“Shut your whore mouth!” the male says. “We should just leave her bleeding. That’s plenty of a message. Bloody or dead they’ll know what’s coming.”
“It’s not about a message you dumb fuck,” the woman says, getting angry. “We have leverage with her. We can put them into a bad position and-“
“Looks like you’re already in a bad position with dumb fuck over here,” I say, smirking. I should be scared shitless, but I’m not. Somehow, The Order’s attitude has rubbed off on me.
The guy stomps over and slaps me across the face. “Don’t you know when to shut your mouth?”
My cheek burns but I know I need to keep stalling these two out. “Probably not, but I know I’m not taking any lessons from you!”
I hear the fabric on his clothes shuffle and I brace for another hit, but the girl sounds closer now. She must have stopped him.
“Leave her in one piece for fuck’s sake,” she says, growing increasingly annoyed with him, rather than me.
I hear him yank his arm out of her hand and shove her back. He drops into a chair and sighs, incredibly annoyed and angry.
“Stay still for once in your life. I’m getting the boss. Don’t do anything stupid,” the woman says. A moment later I hear a distant door click shut.
“Dunno who that cunt thinks she is,” the guy mutters to himself.
I’m less than happy to be confined in a room with just him. His grating, angered breathing has me incredibly unsettled. Every minute that passes feels like an hour as I hear him grunt and shuffle. Every time he makes a new noise it comes off as increasingly disgruntled, and I start to grow more nervous. Then he stands up.
“I don’t give a fuck what that bitch has to say. I’m gonna have my fun and they can pick up the pieces later,” he says as he shuffles toward me.
“The fuck do you mean you sick shit?” I say, holding back my stammering.
“You’re a biker whore. You put it together,” he says. I hear his belt clink and the leather slide.
“D-don’t you ev-“ I start, but his fist slams into my cheek and I fall over, and the chair comes with me.
I hear a knife click and feel him slice at the ropes binding me to the chair, but he leaves the ones holding my wrists together. He kicks the chair away and laughs. I feel a boot connect sharply with my ribcage and let out a scream. This fucker…
He presses the flat metal of his knife to my arm. The metal is cold against me. A shiver runs across my body, and its fear, not the blade, that caused it. He stands up and rolls me onto my back and presses his boot into my stomach. I struggle for breath as he steps his full weight into me. Stars fly across my vision as he laughs, finally letting his foot off me after what feels like an eternity.
Not satisfied, he leans over and slashes the fabric of my shirt upward in random cuts leaving it in tatters. A few slices nick my skin and I yelp out, just furthering his laughter. Then he yanks down my jeans and my stomach drops. He takes a moment to admire his sadistic work and then kneels down.
I hear a loud cras
h nearby and he spins his head to look at the source. I cry out, but my voice is drowned out by a loud gunshot. The man jumps up and trips, his pants around his ankles.
Loud boot stomps run toward us.
Chapter 27
Alex
The wind whips around me harshly. I have only one thought on my mind as I speed across the roads on my roaring bike: Find Zeva. I zip up and down streets, heading toward the outskirts. Jason, Wade, and I are each scanning areas we’re most familiar with and moving outward. We’re doing brief scans inside the main city; we know full well the Iron Legion isn’t stupid enough to camp out on our main territory. We know it all too well. Still, you can never be too careful.
I remember Jason met with one member out on the west side so I head in that direction. I scan the horizon constantly as I dodge around the occasional car. Honks and beeps from protesting drivers are entirely drowned out by my roaring engine. I grit my teeth and curse at the lack of success so far. I think back to the hospital and try to wrack my brain for any clues. Were there footsteps around her truck? No, fuck that, she didn’t even take her truck. She had one of our bikes, and there were no footsteps around it…it didn’t look like she had even made it that far. Unfamiliar bike tracks? Maybe, but it’s not like I know every bike in the city…
Suddenly I hear the roar of a bike not my own. More importantly, not one I recognize as Jason's or Wade’s, and it’s unlikely for any Order members to be this far out of the main town right now. I zoom toward the source of the sound and see a woman with what looks like an Iron Legion jacket from a distance. I reach behind me and pull a chain out from the seat bag. Lowering my eyes I move quickly toward the other bike.
As I pull toward the woman on the bike speeding away she glances back with a look of fear in her eyes. She glances down at the chain in my hand and tries to speed away. I follow her as close as I can manage, slowly gaining ground. Unfortunately for her, my bike is one of the most powerful around; a lot of personal time and effort has gone into this.
She dodges back and forth between cars and around random turns trying to shake me, but it’s no use. I’m also a much better driver than her. I pull to her left and corner her back tire with my own. I swing the chain connecting with the back wheel and catch perfectly. I let go of the chain and it immediately tangles up within her bike and she goes sliding across the road.
I pull up next to her wreckage and kick her bleeding form.
“Where the fuck is Zeva?” I ask calmly, with a fire behind my voice.
“The fuck is wrong with you, asshole?” she says, coughing.
I kick her square in the ribs bringing more coughing from her.
“Let me ask again. Where. Is. My. Girl?”
She just looks up and spits at me. I reach into my pocket and pull out brass knuckles and slip my fingers in deftly.
“Heh…I knew it was one of the big brass’s girls. Too bad she’s left with my partner huh? He gets hungry for girls if I leave him alone for too long.”
I swing into her back, connecting with her kidney. I don’t need her face swelling up to where she can’t talk. She yells out in pain, but keeps the quiet smirk on her face. I swing into her knee next, the crunch of bone guaranteeing she won’t walk for some time. Another scream, and another smirk.
My eyes grow cold. I stand up and walk over to her mangled mess of a bike and yank my chain out of the wheel. Surveying it, I confirm it'll still run for a little while, so I fasten the chain to the back and prop the bike up, revving up the engine and let it run and then prop it on a stand so the wheels spin freely. I bring the other end of the chain to her and begin to wrap it around her shoulders and neck, striking any part of her that tries to protest.
“Last time,” I say, knowing she gets the message.
“Holy fuck. Fine, you shit bag,” she says, fear growing in her eyes. “Warehouse. Edge of town. You’ll see my partner’s bike, now lemme go you fucking psycho!”
I say nothing and walk over to my bike. I look down at her in pity as I rev my engine, and then give her bike a kick before zooming off on my own. All I hear as I turn away is her bike riding off in the opposite direction.
I know the warehouse she’s talking about, so I head right there. Her info was right too; there’s another unfamiliar bike right outside. I ready my Desert Eagle and briefly survey the outside. Its punch has never let me down in a pinch situation. The outside seems clear, and there’s no signs of other bikes. Just to be safe I yank the brake cord on the one waiting outside before approaching the door.
I hear a scream so I kick the door open with force and see Zeva on the ground with a man on top of her. I fire a shot straight into his arm and the force of the weapon sends him back from on top of her. I holster it and replace my brass knuckles; this is very, VERY personal. I make short, gritty work of the man in question with no words shared. The message between us was clear: he messed with the wrong people and he won’t do it again.
I pull off Zeva’s restraints and hold her tight.
“Are you okay?” I say as I embrace her.
“Yeah…just a few scratches. Thanks, Alex. The rest are probably on their way, we should go,” she says.
“Not likely they’ll be here for a while, at least, but yeah. Let’s head out. There’s a motel near enough but out of the way, let’s catch our breath there,” I say looking down at her. There’s barely an ounce of fear about her, even in a situation like this.
Zeva … I’m impressed.
Chapter 28
Zeva
"I can't thank you enough," I say, as I sit on the hotel bed next to Alex. "I'm not sure I would’ve made it out of that warehouse if it wasn't for you." I place my hand on Alex's thigh and give it a gentle squeeze to let him know just how much it all means to me. I want him to feel the seriousness of my words.
He brings one strong hand to my cheek—the hands of a working man—calloused, strong, and at the same time comforting—and he strokes me in soft semi-circles. "You really think I would've sat back and let them keep you? Never. You're my girl. I couldn't stand another minute knowing you were in trouble."
I reach up, and with my hands now in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable; it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. But not now. Now everything is different. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Alex presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me. I reach down and feel his length harden beneath me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.
“Did you have plans for this?” I ask, squeezing his manhood with my hand and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.
“I had some ideas,” he begins.
“Well, I have some plans too,” I say, griping his neck to pull myself up.
“Oh, yeah?” he smiles.
“Yep,” I say, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.
“What do you want, baby?” He’s whispering in that seductive tone that makes me melt inside, like a chocolate bar on a hot leather seat.
“I want you to ravish me,” I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.
“I want you… To fuck me…” I whisper and lock eyes with him to show him just how serious I am, the words tumbling out of my lips sweet and honeyed. I look at him as a grin forms on his mouth. We exchange knowing glances.
Pressing his mouth against mine, Alex slides his hand down my stomach and under my skirt and thong, and starts rubbing my clit gently, preparing my body for impact. I sway my hips from side to side, and then try to thrust upward, desperate to feel his thick cock inside of me. Instead of surrendering to my wishes, he simply keeps rubbing my clit in an up and down repeating motion.
“Fuck,” I purr, practically begging between gritted teeth, pulling back from Alex's kiss. I place one hand on his lower back and slide it down t
o his ass, grabbing one hard ass cheek; I let my other hand slide down his body until it meets his steel-hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I start to jerk him viciously, my hand going back-and-forth in an erratic rhythm.
Stroking Alex, I let him keep rubbing my clit. Who knew that after such a rough day, we’d end up here, together, on this hotel bed? And, hell, the most surprising part isn’t that we’re having sex… No! It's the sheer weight of this newfound respect I have for this man that surprises me …and makes my breath hitch in my throat. The sex, as good as it is, is just the consummation of that.
But even though I try to pull all that into pretty words, it’s almost impossible to describe how full my heart feels. It’s brimming with love and lust; and, for once in my life, I no longer feel like I’ve got dealt a bad hand. No, this time I scored a jackpot. I guess that, in a way, life kicked and punched me just to see if I deserved all this…I was kidnapped. My parents were killed and taken from me far too early. And now… Now here I am, with one of the most perfect men I have ever met sharing a bed with me, our bodies blending into a stream of transcendent pleasure. God, I’ve been waiting all my life for this, I truly have.
His hands grip the curve of my ass roughly. "Tell me more," he growls, pulling my mind to the present. "I like it when you tell me what you want."
“Yeah?” I whisper.
“You said you want me to ravish you … and then what?” He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.
“And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense,” I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen beneath his shirt, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.
“Then I want you to stop.” I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.
“Stop?” He asks in shock.
“Yep,” I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.
“And then what?” He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.