Crow's Stana (Ruthless Renegades Book 1)

by Kat Cameron

  I got to the living room just as Snake was getting off the couch. “You about done messing around with your woman brother? We ain’t got all day. Ya know we do have shit to do other than chill with these adorable babies all day, unfortunately.” He put Delia in her pack n’ play after Grinder put Dylan in there with her so they could play together while we talked. Moving our conversation outside to my backyard, I showed them where Stana saw the person last night.

  “She said he went from the right side of the house to behind the tree. He must have gotten over the fence somehow. We have a few people that it could have been. Unfortunately, it was too dark for her to see a face and I lost them before I could even get outside the door.” I explained to them.

  “We are going to have to tighten our security at the club. Whoever this is obviously isn’t afraid to come into our own backyards literally so I say you need to bring the twins, Stana, and Carol to the club. No club whores for the time being. While we figure this out, no one goes anywhere alone. The buddy system will be in place for everyone. I don’t give a fuck how tough you are. Now let’s get the fuck out of here so Knuckles can get on his internet search and see what he can find.” Snake was growling by the end of his orders.

  Getting Carol to leave her home was harder than it should have been. She was my grandmother and she knew that our club wasn’t full of saints. When I told Stana what the plan was she agreed that it was best for everyone as well. I was kind of surprised to hear her agree so easily since it might have made her feel trapped and I know she didn’t want that. We got everything packed in the truck that I kept in the garage since I couldn’t exactly take the kids car seats on the bike. Stana was trying to get something out of the diaper bag when I noticed a black Escalade following us. I took some back roads that I knew since I grew up here and I knew like the back of my hand to try and lose them. I thought I was successful until the SUV came out of nowhere and rear-ended us. Stana and I both jerked forward from the impact and the babies started screaming.

  “Shit! What the fuck was that?” Stana screeched. I put a hand over her leg to try and calm her down.

  “There was someone following us. That is why it took us longer this time to get to the clubhouse. I tried to lose them but it obviously didn’t work. I need you to stay calm, please. I know it is hard but I promise I won’t let anything happen to you or the kids.” I told her just as we got rear-ended again. Fuck! were these fucking people trying to kill us? I kept the wheel as straight as I could while they kept at it. We were almost to the clubhouse now. “I need you to call Snake and let him know what is going on.” As she went to grab my phone from the cup holder the SUV hit us particularly hard. We were in the air one second and the next everything went black.

  I came to when I heard someone screaming my name. When I tried to open my eyes I felt like someone was taking a knife to them. Shit, that fucking hurt. When I finally was able to open my eyes I could see that we were upright in the truck. Turning to see if the kids were okay, I saw that they were smiling at each other. Thank fucking god they were alright. I was missing something but I wasn’t sure what it was until I heard the screaming again. Fuck! Stana! Where the fuck was she? Looking to my right I saw that she was in someone's grasp and they were dragging her to the SUV that had hit us. As I tried to get out of my truck, I heard the sound of motorcycles coming down the road. This helped me feel better but I knew that Stana was gonna be taken. I couldn’t believe I fucking broke my promise to her already.

  They must be her dad’s fucking goonies because they didn’t take the babies. When I finally got myself out of the truck they were just stuffing her in the back. At the same time, my brothers came rolling up so I pointed to the SUV speeding away and the probates plus Grinder followed with a determined look on their faces. Running my hands through my hair, I was feeling a million things at once. I was relieved they didn’t take my kids but at the same time, I was feeling some type of ferocious. They took my fucking woman. I would get her back one way or the other. I would go through the bowels of hell just to get her back. Fuck the people that had taken her. They would regret even thinking about taking her when I got my hands on them.

  Chapter Twelve

  Stana

  I was watching the helplessness play out on Garrison’s face when he realized I was being taken. I tried to convey a look of strength on my face before I was pushed into the car. There were times in your life when you knew you were fucked but you had to be stronger than those moments. So that was what I did. I built up my walls to keep the oncoming bullshit from getting to me.

  I had a feeling I knew where I was being taken to. I didn't know why but I felt it was my father’s men that took me. The men in the SUV were silent the whole ride. It made it unnervingly hard to get a clue as to what was going on. I just sat like a good little hostage and continued to hate my father. I figured if I was going to be stuck here for a while I might as well build all my hate for him so that way when I saw him I could show him he had no effect over me anymore. Not that he should have but there was always going to be a little girl inside of me that wanted her daddy to save her not sell her away.

  Sure enough, we pulled up to his unnecessarily huge mansion. In order to get to the long driveway, we had to go through a gated fence and security. As soon as the car was put into park, I was ripped out of the backseat like a fucking ragdoll. It felt like my arms were being ripped right out of my sockets. “Could you take it easy please? Fragile cargo and all that.” I sneered at them. I really hated this shit. Men had no business manhandling a woman.

  When I took the time to actually look around, I realized that nothing had changed. There was still a manicured lawn with some shrubs on the sides of the small porch area. The door was still bright red and for some reason, it always reminded me of a stop sign. Like a warning not to walk into the house. The rest of the place was white and looked too clean. Not like it should have been dirty but more like a museum maybe?

  The walkway up to the door had square stones leading to the porch. While walking up to the house or more like being dragged I noticed there were no cars in the driveway. Usually, there were at least two. One for the maid and one for the butler. Yes, he had a fucking butler insert eye roll here, please.

  As soon as we got to the door the bane of my existence came out and looked me up and down with a disgusted look on his face. That was fine; it probably matched the one I gave him right back. He let out a sigh that was one I had heard many times when he was dealing with me. Whatever. He could puff until his lungs gave out and I would spit on his dead body if it were up to me. Yikes. Where were these horrid thoughts coming from? “Can we just get this over with already, you are fucking boring me.” I barely got a breath out before he backhanded me so hard that the next time I woke up, I was tied to a chair.

  I had never seen this room before. There was a single light on and it was on the ceiling. The room was all black and there was plastic on the floor. There was only one door and no windows. How ominous. Seriously? Was my father really going to torture me? Probably but what else was new? He tortured my mind every single fucking day when he would tell me to get dressed up just for the events he wanted me to attend just so he could find my future husband. Fuck this! I would never be anyone's prisoner. Just think Stana. Take a deep breath and think. Okay, I got this. All I had to do was wait.

  With my thoughts together, I waited. And waited. My hands were starting to fall asleep from being tied down to the chair. I was probably making it worse by rubbing the rope into my skin to try and get it loose. Fuckers must have underestimated me because they didn’t tie it too tight. I could feel it coming loose with every movement of my wrist just as I could feel my skin falling off from the movements too. I was still waiting for them when a man came in. Since I didn’t want to give myself away, I slumped my head and pretended to be asleep. The shuffling of his boots on the plastic didn’t scare me. Honestly, it gave me an adrenaline rush because the rope only needed a little more pushing and I coul
d get my hands free.

  As he came closer he put his fingers in my hair and pulled really fucking hard. The sting brought tears to my eyes but they wouldn’t fall. I wouldn’t let them. Hell would have to fucking freeze over in order for that to happen. I moaned and played it off like he was waking me up from a really nice nap. Blinking my eyes and playing stupid, I could see the guy I was staring at was really good looking. I had never seen him before. He must have been a new hire to father’s team after I left. I could totally use this to my advantage. There was one thing that kind of looked familiar and that was the nasty scar down the side of his face. I couldn’t tell you why at the moment it looked familiar since my brain wasn’t cooperating but worrying about escaping. Other than that he was quite pretty. Yep, this was totally doable. He had blonde hair that looked like he just got done having a tumble in the sheets. His ice-blue eyes were just that. Arctic cold was how I would describe them.

  “Oh, aren’t you pretty? I have never seen you on daddy’s team before. Did he hire you recently? I would have definitely remembered you, sir.” I giggled like a little unthinking twat. He smirked and opened his mouth.

  “You aren’t going to get anywhere with that kind of shit. I don’t like little girls. Besides, your dad would have my balls in his pocket and my head on a stake if I touched you so let’s just get that right out of the way. There are a couple things I want to ask and I don’t want to hurt you so just make it easy and answer the questions so I can let you go.” he demanded. The only thing I could do at that moment was to laugh in his face. After a few seconds, I could see I got a reaction out of him.

  “You obviously don’t understand my father’s ways if you think he will let me go. Maybe he told you that but if I don’t get out of here he will keep me locked up until he finds me someone to marry. So fuck off with your advice and niceties. I don’t need that shit.” I snickered sickly. He really didn’t understand what he got himself into. That did it because once again my hair was being pulled. He got close to my face this time, so close I could see little flecks of gray in his blue eyes.

  “You think you could fuck with me, little girl? I know the man’s orders and he keeps his word. Now knock it the fuck off and do as you are told!” He yelled this time. I was getting close to unhinging him that was for sure so I kept up the act.

  “Fuck you are hot when you are mad.” I moaned again but this time it wasn’t out of pain. Hoping with everything I had he would fall for it I begged, “Please sir. Let me out of these ropes. I can help you with that problem you have got there.” I motioned my eyes to the tent he now had in his dress pants. I always wondered why the fuck these fancy fuckers wore dress pants to torture people it really made no sense. Nope knock it off. Not the time for inner monologues. As he took the time to think about my offer, he ripped his hand out of my hair and started pacing. I tried to quietly finish these ropes off while he did his inner thinking. Finally, I had one of them out. By the time I got my other wrist out, he was done with whatever inner debate he was having. Jesus this man must have been a fucking psycho it felt like fifteen minutes later when he was done talking to himself. My wrists were bleeding and raw. Fuck they hurt like hell but I would deal with that later.

  “What the fuck are you doing? How the fuck? You know what nevermind. Let’s just do this.” This made me pause. Fuck, was he really going to try and fuck me. Shit, I was not expecting this. Time for plan B. He charged over and took my hands uncaring that it hurt like a mother when he pulled on them. Obviously, he didn’t care you idiot. He took my left hand and put it on his cock while taking the other hand and putting it back on the chair. Oh fuck I think I am going to throw up. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and while bringing my eyes from his face down to the floor, I noticed a gun tucked into his holster underneath the suit jacket. From the looks of it, it was a 9mm pistol. Yeah, that would fucking work. My father always made sure we knew how to shoot since we were around seven. Who the fuck knows why. Maybe somewhere in his hair-brained scheme to marry us off he wanted us to be able to protect ourselves somehow. Thank god for that.

  Going along with this plan I went to work on the zipper and buttons of his pants. He didn’t go commando because thank the fucking universe for that. For one second I remembered Garrison went commando the first night he took me home. I really needed to get back to him and tell him I loved him. This really sealed it for me. This moment in time which was a really fucking awkward time to realize you love someone but I did. It took that two seconds for me to grab his gun too. Switching off the safety, I pointed it right at his dick.

  “Now you are going to be a good little boy and get me the fuck out of here. I don’t give a fuck what you have to do I want to be back home to my man and kids.” I emphasized this when I cocked the gun and put my finger on the trigger. ‘Don’t ever put your finger on the trigger until you are ready to shoot’ that was one of the biggest rules father ever taught me about guns.

  He was just staring at me like he couldn’t see me. What the fuck was he doing? My brain was going a hundred miles a minute and I was petrified of what would happen. I could feel the sheen of sweat dripping down my back. My hands were shaking, and I just wanted all of this to be over. He shook me out my thoughts when he rushed me and tackled me breaking the chair in the process. My ankles were on fire; especially the one that was just about healed from the sprain. The gun went flying and I couldn’t see where it was. I was on my back and he was on top of me while his hands were around my throat. Not panicking was fucking hard considering my vision was blurring in and out. All I kept thinking was how I wanted to live more than anything in this world. I wanted a fucking life with Garrison and those babies.

  Shaking myself mentally out of my thoughts, I remembered that the chair was wooden and there were pieces stuck to my legs from the rope. That would work. So here I was with a hair-brained scheme while being choked to death. Bringing my foot up behind this man, I used my hand to grab on the wood and pull as hard as I could. It slipped out easily and with all the strength I had left I used it to wrench it right into this guy's side. His eyes got wide with surprise and his hands let up while I gasped for air.

  Pushing his scrambling self onto the floor beside me I apologized to him because I didn’t want to kill anyone ever. I just wanted to be left alone. Then he smirked, choking on his own blood, “I should have just killed your man. He was useless as fuck anyways.” This got me to understand why I recognized the scar. That was when I realized this was the motherfucker that left Garrison to die. I saw red at this moment. The rage that was streaming through my body was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was like an icy tornado dragging me through the depths of the arctic ocean. I had never felt so cold in my life. There was nothing else I wanted more than to feel his blood on my hands. And that was what I made happen. I took the piece of wood out of his upper half and went to town on his body while screaming until I couldn’t even tell that it was him. By the end, my throat was raw and I was soaked in his blood.

  Walking out of the room, I made my way up the steps that I knew led to my bedroom. Honestly, I didn't understand how I got out so easy because father usually kept a tight leash on his house especially knowing I was in the house. If my father didn’t clean out my room he was a fucking idiot. I kept a knife and a gun in there that my older sister casually slipped to me one night after dinner. They were hidden in one of the many purses that father always bought me.

  Going right there since I knew I didn’t have much time, I grabbed what I needed and went right back out the way I came. Grabbing one of the black hoodies off the back of my door that father hated, I put it on and threw the hood up since I was sure I looked a bloody mess, literally. I didn’t want to chance running into anyone so I headed out the back. Too bad for the unfortunate souls that were conversing and smoking a cigar that they weren’t supposed to be doing they both got a slug to the head. I didn’t have time to process becoming a murderer right now. I was sure I would be in some sort of shock when
I found my way back to Garrison.

  After I cut through the fence, I walked my way back to the clubhouse. It was quite the distance on my already aching body. I must have slept for a while being strapped to that chair because it was night time when I left the house. As I walked I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones. I knew I was getting close when I saw the fence come into view. I could feel my whole body sigh in relief when I got to the front of the gate and heard Bullet say, “Who the fuck are you?” Lifting my head with all the strength left I asked him to get Crow and then continued to drop to my knees in the dirt. I didn’t think I had ever felt this bone-tired before. Not even when I was homeless. I heard a bunch of yelling and then I saw lights shining in my eyes and it felt like razor blades in my eyes.

  “Baby! Fuck where are you hurt? Let’s get you inside. I gotta find the bleeding baby.” He breathed out like he was having a hard time just doing that simple task. He picked me up and started walking me inside.

  “S’not my blood… fucker that left you for dead is dead. I killed him. F-f-fuck I killed people.” I slurred while getting the shakes. I was pretty sure the shock was kicking in now. As my eyes began to shut, I heard him shout stay with me but I was just so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Crow

  After we got back from the accident earlier Rooster checked us all over, Delia and Dylan included, to make sure we didn’t have any injuries. The kids were good. I, however, had a concussion. When he was done checking us over, I asked Carol to come to the clubhouse since I wanted all of us here anyway. She took care of the kids for me while I was worried sick about Stana and tried to do anything I could to help get her back, which wasn’t much anyway. I think the guy in my backyard had something to do with Dobrev but I didn’t want to take any chances especially since what Bullet did was going to cause some retaliation.