by Colbie Kay
“Shh.” I stroke my hand down her hair.
“Does Chapel know?”
“I’m sure Ace is telling her. I left Church to come and talk to you.”
“I need to talk to her.” She jumps from the bed and runs out of the room.
Shortly after Haven leaves, Ace appears at the door. “Haven tell you everything?”
“Yeah.” I run my hands over my face. “Chapel tell you?”
“Yeah.” He comes into the room. “You think we’re going to Colorado soon?”
“Yep. Which won’t be a problem if we have a plan to take down Miguel.” And maybe, once they see their mom, they can really begin to heal.
Later that night, Haven and I are lying in my bed when out of nowhere, she asks, “Do you not want me anymore? Do you think I’m disgusting, Storm?”
My head snaps in her direction. “Why the fuck would you ask me that?”
Her voice is barely a whisper, “Because you haven’t touched me.”
“Darlin’.” I pull her onto me, so she’s straddling my waist. “My feelings for you haven’t changed. What happened to you is not your fault. Don’t ever think it was. The only reason I haven’t touched you is that I thought with all the shit that came to light today, you might want some time to process it all.”
Her grin shines brightly. “You still want me?”
I chuckle. “Get rid of those clothes, and I’ll show you how much I want you.”
She leaps off the bed and quickly removes her clothes while I get rid of my boxer briefs. “Get your pretty ass over here,” I demand playfully.
She giggles and jumps back onto the bed. I grab hold of her and roll her onto her back, wedging my way between her thighs. I move her hair away from her face while gazing into her eyes. Three words almost slip out, but I hold them back, and instead, I tell her, “You’re beautiful. I will tell you every single day how beautiful you are until the day you tell me to stop.”
Her gaze searches mine. “I’ll never tell you to stop. I never want you to stop.” My lips slam against hers. Reaching between us, I fist my cock and slide it up and down her wet pussy a few times before lining it up to her entrance and pushing inside. “Storm,” she moans breathlessly against my lips.
I fuckin’ love the sounds she makes when I’m thrusting in and out of her. “You’re mine, Darlin’.”
“I’m yours,” she mewls. “And you’re mine.” She moves her lips to my shoulder, and her teeth latch onto my flesh.
Still inside her, I flip us over so that she’s straddling me, allowing her to set the rhythm. I’m home. That’s exactly how it feels when I’m deep inside of Haven. She’s my home, and I was a stupid fuck for pushing her away for so fuckin’ long. Everything about this feels right.
My hands roughly grip her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock. “Fuck, you feel damn good!”
“Yes!” she cries out. Her hands slap against my chest, her nails dig into my skin.
I buck up, my hips matching her every move, driving myself further inside of her. Haven’s head lolls back while her walls begin squeezing around me. “You gonna come, Darlin’?” Sitting up, I wrap one arm around her waist while using the other to hold myself up. I press my lips into the crook of her neck. A few more strokes inside her, and we lose ourselves in the bliss of our ecstasy. “So fuckin’ good.”
“So fucking good,” she repeats my words as her head crashes onto my chest. Lying back onto the bed, we lie here, trying to catch our breath. I run my hands up and down her back as I pepper kisses against her shoulder. I never want this to end with her; I want this feeling for the rest of my fuckin’ life.
17
Haven
It’s been a couple of weeks since I found out our mom is still alive and living in the same house, but we are here now, Chapel and me, in front of her door. Storm stands next to me, holding my hand, while Ace is on Chapel’s other side. I take my sister’s hand, continuing to stare at the wooden door. “Are you ready?”
“I don’t know, Haven, what if—”
Chapel doesn’t get to finish her sentence because the door opens. We’re staring at an older version of the mother I remember. Neither Chapel nor I have said a word, and our mom is staring back. “May I help you?” Her eyes travel over the four of us. It’s probably a good thing the rest of the club is at the motel we’ll be staying at. Having all of them here might scare her.
Storm clears his throat. “Are you Camella Rios?”
She narrows her eyes and glares at us. “I don’t go by that last name anymore. You need to leave.”
She begins to close the door, but Storm catches it with his arm. “We really need to speak to you about your daughters, Haven and Chapel.”
“My daughters are dead.” Her eyes are shiny with tears, and she blinks several times to hold them back.
I can’t let her believe that. “We’re not dead, Mom. We’re right here.”
Chapel says, “Miguel told us the same about you.”
She slowly begins to open the door wider. Her tearful gaze travels between Chapel and me. “H...Haven?” Frowning, she tries to say our names. “Cha...Chapel? Oh my god!” she wails with uncontrollable sobs. The two of us step closer and throw our arms around her. My own tears are unleashed, and I see Chapel’s shoulders shaking.
It feels like hours that we continue hugging, but it’s only been minutes when Storm asks, “Can we come inside and talk with you?”
Mom pulls back, her hands on her cheeks. “Of course. Of course.” We all enter, and surprisingly, the house is exactly the same. Pictures of Chapel and me cover the walls and mantle of the fireplace like before, and it’s the same marble tile flooring. This house was lavish compared to where other kids lived. I guess that’s because Miguel lived an expensive lifestyle, and he always had the best. It turns my stomach to think about where that money came from. “Please sit.” The four of us take a seat on one side of the large sectional while she sits on the opposite side and laughs lightly, a tremor still present in her voice. “I can’t believe this is happening. That you’re really here. You both have grown up and are beautiful. If you weren’t dead, where have you been all these years?”
Storm jumps right in, “What exactly do you know about the day your daughters went missing?”
“I left for work early that morning, just like any other day. The girls usually either rode with Miguel or walked to the bus stop right down the street. I got a call from the school saying the girls hadn’t made it there, and they were checking to see if they were sick. I immediately left work and went home. I called Miguel, and when he got here, I was a mess. I walked for blocks, knocking on doors, but the neighbors were either at work, or no one had seen them. Miguel called the police, and when they came, they made a missing person's report. About a year later, Miguel said the police had found the bodies of two girls fitting their description. He said it would be too hard on me to identify the bodies, so he would do it. The first year, I was barely surviving. I couldn’t eat or sleep. I couldn’t make myself get out of bed. By the second year, I started seeing a doctor who put me on medication, and I started attending group meetings for parents who had lost their children. Day by day, I began to grow stronger and finally realized that my marriage was over. Miguel was barely here anymore, and in the divorce, I kept the house because this is what I had left of my babies.”
Ace questions, “Have you seen or heard from Miguel since the divorce?”
Mom shakes her head. “No.”
“Did you know Miguel is a higher up in the Mexican cartel and is affiliated with the mafia?”
Mom’s brows knit. “What? No! He told me that he was the CEO of a company that imports and exports goods to other countries.” She shakes her head slowly in disbelief. Wait until she hears the rest.
“This is going to be hard for you to hear, but you deserve the truth about what really happened to your daughters.” Storm sighs heavily before continuing, “Miguel is the one who took your daughters. For ye
ars, he had them locked in a cell before he started raping them and taking them to parties for other people to do the same. He was going to sell them when they escaped and fled to Kansas, where they have been living with us for the past two years.”
Mom’s hand flies to her mouth, and the other clutches her shirt around her stomach. “I’m going to be sick. Please tell me that’s not true.”
I bite my lip nervously. “It’s true. Miguel is the leader of a sex trafficking ring here in Colorado.”
“Mom,” Chapel calls her to get her attention. “A few months before we escaped, a new girl was brought into our cell. Her name was Belle, and she was only eight.”
“Oh my god!” Mom jumps from her seat and runs down the hall, covering her mouth.
The four of us stay silent until she returns minutes later, wiping her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
I smile, trying to ease her like Kayla does for me. “I know this is hard for you to hear. It’s taken us a long time to be able to even talk about what happened to us. Miguel told us you were dead, too. When we escaped, we were so scared to stay in Colorado, we fled to Kansas, but if we had known you were alive...” Tears fall down my cheeks.
Chapel scoots closer to me and takes my hand in hers. “He is a monster.”
Mom drops to her knees in front of Chapel and me. “I am so sorry. This is all my fault for bringing him into our lives.”
My lip quivers as I try to reassure her. “It’s not your fault. You had no idea who he really was. All we can do now is try and move forward. I would really like to get to know who you are now.”
“Me too,” Chapel says, crying herself.
Mom reaches out, taking one hand from each of us. “I would love to get to know my girls and make up for lost time.”
Storm’s phone dings. He pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the text before nodding toward Ace. “There’s a couple prospects outside. We have to go take care of some shit. Stay here and stay inside.”
“Okay.” An uneasy and worrisome feeling settles deep in my gut. “Be careful.”
“Always.” His hand reaches up, palming my cheek. “I’ll be back soon.” His lips mesh with mine for the softest and sweetest of kisses.
Storm and Ace begin walking toward the front door. “Storm!” I yell, and he glances over his shoulder. “I love you.” I couldn’t let him walk out that door without knowing in case I never got the chance. I’m not stupid. I know where they’re going and what they’re planning to do.
He grins. “I love you too, Darlin’.” He winks at me before leaving.
“So, let me hear all about these motorcycle guys.” Mom smiles and stays sitting on the floor in front of both of us. It’s as if she doesn’t want to sit by just one of us. She wants to see both of us as we talk.
Chapel and I glance at each other with the biggest grins. I say, “We have so much to tell you, Mom.”
18
Storm
Ace and I return to the motel where we’re all staying, and we stride into Snake’s room. “Everything go okay?” Snake asks once the door is shut.
“Yeah.” I don’t elaborate. “What’s the plan?”
Snake lays a blueprint on the bed, and all of us gather around it the best we can. “From what Nate told our brothers before they killed him, it’s an old factory that shut down years ago. Miguel bought it and turned it into what it is today. There’s a garage where they park the vans to bring the girls in.” He points to the left of the print. “There are three exits: one in the front, right, and the back of the factory. We’re going to need to have eyes on those exits at all times. We’ll pull our vans up to the garage, and once we’ve taken care of all the men, including Miguel, we start loading girls into the vans, and we get the hell out.”
Hanger takes over, “Chayser, you take the front exit. Nyx, take the right exit. Pope, take back exit. Prospects, keep eyes on the garage. No one goes in or out unless it’s us. Nate said there are usually a couple guards at the gate, but we can’t alert anyone that we’re there. Demon and Boogeyman will handle them. The rest of us will enter the factory and take out anyone inside. Spike, Dodger, Bear, and Writer will go into the basement where the girls are and start releasing them. We leave at sunset.”
That’s still a couple hours from now. I’m uneasy about leaving Haven and Chapel at their mom’s house for that long, but I have no fuckin’ choice. I try to reassure myself that the prospects are there and will keep them safe.
I step outside to light up a smoke, and Ace follows me out. Both of us lean against the brick wall. “You love her, huh?”
My head darts in his direction. “You caught that, huh?”
He keeps staring straight ahead, but his lips tilt up in a smirk. “Yep.” His smirk is gone as fast as it came. “How you feeling about them being over there that long without us?”
“Not good.” I take a long hit off my cigarette. “You?”
“Same.”
“Look at me, Brother.” He turns his head, his gaze meeting mine. “If anything happens to me, you make sure she’s taken care of.”
“I will. You have my word, Brother, but you gotta do the same for me with Chapel.”
“You got it.” I lay my hand on his shoulder. “When you gonna tell Chapel how you feel?”
He laughs. “I gotta make her fucking forgive me first. That woman is still pissed as hell at me. It’s been a year, but I swear to Christ, if we make it out of this in one piece, I’ll make shit right with her. I’ll confess my undying love and all that shit.”
“Chapel may be more laid back than Haven, but they’re both stubborn as hell. Good luck, Brother.” I chuckle, throwing my cigarette on the ground and heading back inside.
The sun has set, and we follow the directions Nate gave us. We park the vans half a mile from the gate. Demon and Boogeyman jump out of the back of the first van, which is driven by Drifter. I’m driving the second one, and Doc’s driving the third. I tap my thumbs against the steering wheel while we wait. Seeing the brake lights on the first van light up, I know it’s time to go.
Drifter busts through the gate and heads for the garage. I stop to let Chayser out first, followed by Nyx and Pope before moving, and I wait until they’re in position. Each brother gives the salute for us to go.
I pull the van around, meeting Drifter on the left side of the factory, and Doc pulls in beside me. Everyone gets out of the vans except us drivers. They ready their guns while Snake bangs on the garage door. It slowly begins to lift. The three men don’t have a chance to attack. They’re shot dead before they have time to blink. Drifter, Doc, and I hop out of the driver’s seats and join our brothers.
I announce, “I’m going for Miguel.”
“Me too.” Ace stands by my side.
“I’m with them.” Bam Bam joins us.
Snake and Hanger glance at each other, Snake replies, “We figured,” while Hanger agrees with a nod.
Snake adds, “Alright, you three find Miguel, and we’ll take the rest.”
We take slow, calculated steps into the factory. With my Ruger-57 ready to fire in my hand, I take the lead away from the rest of our brothers. We check every unlocked door, coming up empty each time. We continue down the hall and begin to hear shots fired.
Two men come running toward us. One goes for a gun on his hip, but Bam Bam shoots before he can grab it. I run for the other man, catching him and throwing him against the wall. Ace stands at his side while I hold him with my forearm, strangling his neck. I press my gun between his eyes. “Where’s Miguel?” I spit in his face.
“I don’t know.”
“Where is he?” Ace repeats, grabbing a fist full of his hair and yanking his head back. I pull my gun away from his forehead and press it under his chin.
“I don’t know. Maybe in his room.” The man easily gives up his boss.
Bam Bam roars, “Where’s his room?”
“Turn left at the end of the hall, and it’s the last room on the right.”
I
pull the trigger, and blood and brain matter sprays from his head, all over us and the wall. Ace releases him, and his dead body drops to the floor. “Is it just me, or did that seem a little too easy?” Ace questions.
“Way too easy,” Both Bam Bam and I answer.
We continue checking each unlocked door until we come to the end of the hallway and go left just like he told us. We’re still coming up with empty rooms until the very last one on the right. I open the door, and the first thing I see is a man on top of a female.
“Are you Miguel?” I shout as we enter the room.
The man scrambles from the bed, and the female scurries up the bed. “Who the fuck are you?”
He starts to bend for his clothes, but Ace yells, “Don’t fucking move!”
“Are. You. Miguel?” I repeat.
“No.” The man puts his hands up. “I just work here.”
“You call this work?” Bam Bam questions and looks at the female. “How old are you?”
“Th...thirteen,” she stutters, probably scared shitless.
“You sick fuckin’ cunt!” I charge toward him, pointing my gun at his disgusting shriveled up dick. “You like fuckin’ little girls? Fuck this!” I pull the trigger, blowing his prick to pieces.
“Ahh!” he screams in agony and drops to the ground.
“Where’s Miguel?” I yell as I stand over him.
“He’s at a party,” he groans, rolling around on the ground.
“He’s not even fucking here!” Ace roars and puts the cunt out of his misery by shooting a bullet into his skull.
The girl screams like we’re fuckin’ killing her. “Hey.” I go stand at the end of the bed. “We’re not going to hurt you. We’re here to save you.”
“Save me?”
“Yeah.” Ace stands next to me. “My name is Ace, and I take care of a woman named Chapel who escaped from here.”
Following Ace, I tell her, “I’m Storm, my Ol’ Lady’s name is Haven. She doesn’t know she’s my Ol’ Lady yet, but she told me she loved me tonight, so that counts for something, right? Anyway, she’s Chapel’s sister and got away from here, too.” The girl smiles, and I wonder if it’s due to my babbling.