Demented Sons Series Volume One: Books 1-4 (Demented Sons MC Iowa)

by Kristine Allen

Hacker was on it, so fuck them. I was about to call him when a message popped up on my phone.

  Stephanie: help me locator activated

  Fucking hell! That’s my girl, smart. But fuck, is she okay? Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

  I finished dialing Hacker.

  “I got it, man. I’m fucking on it.” Hacker’s tone was the most serious I’d heard him in a while. He said she’d initiated the locator, but she must have a bad signal because it was coming and going. Because of that, he was having a hard time tracking it down to an exact location.

  “Give me something, man. Fuck! Just get me to the general location so we can start fucking looking. I can’t just sit here!” I knew I was being a real dick with Hacker, but I could feel bad later. I was going fucking crazy.

  My mind was spinning with possibilities. I was pretty sure that piece of shit had her, but our club had enemies too. What if one of them had found out about her?

  Fuck! I ran my hand through the hair on top of my head, scattering it every direction. I could hear Hacker clicking away on his keyboard. Then I heard him swear.

  “Shit! Goddammit!” There was a crash as he swore a blue streak.

  “What? Hacker, what the fuck?” He was scaring the shit out of me.

  “The locator stopped, bro. It fucking stopped. I didn’t have a pinpoint location yet!” The frustration and fear were clear in his voice. “Bro, I am so fucking sorry. I’ll let Snow know what’s going on.” He gave me the closest coordinates he had, which was a pretty broad area. Then Sam, Sean, and I headed out.

  I prayed we could find her before anything happened to her. I’d never forgive myself if she was fucking hurt.

  The coordinates took us to the outskirts of town. There was a lot of construction there. Old buildings and ratty-ass houses being torn down, remodeling of old buildings, new construction, you name it.

  The few people walking around didn’t make eye contact. They either looked homeless or were hurrying to get to where they were going.

  Shit, she could’ve been in any of the dilapidated buildings. We needed to spread out and look separately to cover more ground. It was almost overwhelming.

  Breathing deep, I allowed the cold-blooded hunter to come out. God help the motherfucker who’d taken her, because I was going to bring him with me to hell.

  I WAS DIRTY, HUNGRY, and exhausted.

  Everything hurt, and I knew I’d lost blood from the abrasions on my wrists. Not to mention the cuts all over my body.

  Delusions were creeping in because I hadn’t slept much. I’d been too afraid Michael would come back to torture me again. I’d lost track of how many times he’d come and gone.

  Between crying and Michael’s fists, my eyes were nearly swollen shut. He’d hit me in the face when I’d screamed the first time the blade nicked me. When he’d cut my clothes off, the blade sliced between my breasts, causing me to scream at the burning pain. It seemed like the sight of my blood had turned him on, because he got great pleasure from trailing the knife along my skin. Every so often, he poked the tip into my flesh.

  He’d initially cut my shirt off so he didn’t have to free my hands. As he’d jerked my pants off, I fought him by kicking and screaming. That had earned me a cuff upside my head, making me see stars.

  After that, he’d gagged me with a filthy rag and run tape around my head to hold it in my mouth. It had pulled my hair, and I battled puking because I was deathly afraid I’d choke on it.

  During the entire hideous ordeal, I’d fought to maintain consciousness. Fear kept me awake because of what he may do to me without my knowledge if I passed out.

  When he’d run his filthy hands up my legs and slid his fingers under the edges of my panties, I’d whimpered and cried, trying not to earn another beating. As his fingers brushed against me and slid down to fondle me, I couldn’t help it. I’d screamed through the gag, thrashing and kicking. His fist connected with my abdomen over and over. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he may have broken one of my ribs. It hurt so much to breathe.

  Little did I know that would only be the beginning.

  He’d then tied my hands above my head, still bound together, my elbows bent above my head and my fingertips brushing the ground. Then he’d tied my feet so my legs were spread and each knee was off the sides of the cot with my heels touching the floor.

  By then I was shamelessly sobbing into the gag.

  Using the knife, he’d made superficial cuts along my left thigh, working up toward my abdomen. I couldn’t stop crying. The pain and terror were indescribable. When he was done slicing up my leg, he moved on to my breast. With near glee, he’d stabbed me—not too deep, just enough to scare the shit out of me because I’d thought he was going to kill me. He’d laughed at my muffled pleading.

  When he began stripping out of his clothes, I frantically shook my head as my sobs increased. His member hung flaccid between his legs as he climbed on the cot with me, half lying on top of me.

  “You’re going to have to suck on me to make me hard. You’re so pathetic I can’t even get hard looking at you.” Spittle sprayed my face as he laughed and rubbed his body on mine, smearing my blood all over us.

  Then he leaned down like he was going to kiss me, but instead he licked the side of my face. He fucking licked my face. I gagged again, choking on my sobs. God, forgive me, but I wished he would just kill me.

  Because I’d given up on anyone finding me.

  Brutally, he squeezed and twisted my breasts, bruising the tender tissue before biting them. The crazy asshole fucking bit me. I had no idea if he’d broken the skin or not, but the pain made me stiffen and arch off the cot, screaming through the gag.

  “Yes, oh yes, baby, rub up against me. I love that.” His damp breath ran across the side of my head as he whispered in my ear. Mortified, I jerked my head, turning away from him.

  He grabbed me by the hair, twisting my head back to face him as he held the knife to my face and licked across the tape over my mouth. Sick fuck. God, I hated him. I prayed and prayed for some form of salvation.

  As his vile breath blew hot over my face, he cut through the tape in front of my ear. I knew he’d cut my face because warm liquid trickled down to the bottom of my ear and neck. But I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He ripped off the tape, pulling my skin painfully and ripping out some of my hair. The sharp pain caused me to wince and yelp in pain, which earned me another backhand across my face.

  “Shut up! I told you, you don’t make any noise unless I tell you to!” When he grabbed hold of his flaccid member and tried to shove it in my face, I shook my head. Trying to avoid what I knew was inevitable, I fought the best I could.

  He grabbed me viciously by my jaw, holding my head still. “Don’t even think about biting me, Steph, or I’ll cut your throat now and be done with you.”

  Afraid he would follow through with his threat, I cried silent tears. They ran down the sides of my head, pooling in my ears before running into my matted, filthy hair. Helpless, I lay there as he proceeded to shove his nasty, soft penis in my mouth with one hand as he held my mouth open with the other.

  I refused to give him the satisfaction of actually sucking on him. He was insane if he thought I would.

  Then he stooped to a new low I couldn’t believe anyone would by threatening my daughter. My sweet, innocent Remi. I did it because I didn’t want his deprivation anywhere near her.

  I was ashamed of my actions, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t let him have anything to do with my baby girl. For the millionth time, I was thankful I’d found Colton and she’d at least have her daddy. I prayed he’d be able to protect her.

  Hoped he wouldn’t let this sick bastard near her.

  Michael continued grunting and gagging me until he pulled out and came on my face and hair. I just lay there staring at the ceiling.

  Disassociating, I drifted further and further into my head to escape my reality. He’d then patted my cheek like a small child, “You were such a good girl. Was that so
difficult?”

  I couldn’t believe it when he got up, dressed, and went to the door.

  “I’ll see you in the morning, Steph. I can’t wait to feel you again. Tomorrow, I’ll have all of you. Then maybe I’ll deliver you to your precious biker. Dump you on his doorstep. We’ll see how much he wants you after you’re used up. Or maybe I’ll keep you around for a while, plant my baby in that belly first and make him watch it grow in you. I haven’t decided.”

  My eyes closed as he shut the door. I heard what sounded like a padlock snapping closed, but I continued to stare at the ceiling until sobs escaped from between my lips.

  I didn’t know how much more I could take.…

  I COULDN’T BELIEVE WE hadn’t seen anything all night.

  Sam, Sean, and I had combed all through that shithole area. We didn’t see any sign of that asshole, his truck, or Stephanie.

  Motherfucker! Where the hell is she? My heart ached when I briefly wondered if that piece of shit had already killed her.

  No! No fucking way!

  I would’ve fucking known. She was my angel. She’d kept me going through situations I didn’t think I’d live through. There was no way that I wouldn’t feel if she was gone.

  We headed back to Stephanie’s apartment to recoup and try to call the cops again. I had zero faith in the fucking cops. Those bastards didn’t give a fucking rat’s ass about her. They had pretty much hinted that maybe she’d run off with a guy.

  Are you fucking kidding me? Really? Stupid fucks.

  She was out there somewhere. She’d never run off and leave Remi behind.

  Unable to sleep, I’d gone out to search again. I’d been up and down alleys, side streets, and through parking garages that seemed like they’d collapse at any moment.

  Needing a break, I sat on the ground in an alley, leaning against a brick building and listening to the rats scurrying behind the dumpster and boxes next to me.

  With a start, I jolted awake. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

  Running my hands roughly along my face, I tried to focus. Fuck, I should’ve stayed at the apartment and tried to get some sleep. Part of the reason I couldn’t sleep earlier had been because it didn’t seem fair to sleep when my angel was missing.

  Instead, I’d dozed off against the wall like a bum.

  Damn, I was fucking stiff. I stood and took a piss over by the dumpster.

  I climbed on my bike, preparing to ride around the area again.

  That was when I heard a vehicle coming. I wasn’t sure if it was the guys coming back or some random Joe on his way to work, so I rolled my bike forward.

  An old, rusted Chevy truck in a disgusting shade of mustard yellow was coming up the road. Shit, it wasn’t either of theirs.

  I’d been on the verge of starting my bike as the truck slowly drove by. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I would have missed the driver.

  Fucking A! It’s him!

  I shot off a mass text to everyone to let them know I’d found him and was going to follow him.

  I’d moved forward to watch him from the edge of the alley. Trying to be careful, I stayed back far enough that he wouldn’t see me.

  He turned down a street about three blocks up, and I continued to slowly creep behind him, keeping my eye on the street he turned on. He entered a fenced construction site.

  Not wanting him to hear my bike, I got as close as I could and parked in the nearest alley. After making sure he wasn’t coming back out, I crept closer, then over to the fence, noting he’d chained the gate.

  There were several trailers parked in the fenced area, and I assumed it must be a storage site for one of the construction companies.

  It wasn’t the one he worked for because Hacker had found every jobsite they were working and owned. We’d checked all that shit out first.

  We’d actually returned to that area to search again before the guys headed back to the apartment. We’d driven by that area several times. When we hadn’t seen any vehicles or signs of life, we’d written it off.

  Fuck, he must’ve left by the time we’d gone by there.

  After a search of the perimeter, I found a loose section of fence I was able to pull back because the attachments had broken. It looked like someone had hit it with a car. Lucky for me.

  Uncaring of my safety, I crawled and scooted through the small opening. It tore my shirt where the rough edges of the fence caught it. The whole time I inched my way through, I was looking for the shitty truck.

  Leaning against one trailer at a time, I carefully looked around each corner. Slowly, I made my way through the lot. The truck was parked toward the middle up against one of the trailers.

  Motherfucker, I have you now.

  Leaning carefully on the exterior so I didn’t make noise, I placed my ear against it to see if I could hear anything inside. At first, I didn’t hear a thing. Then I heard a male talking. There wasn’t another voice, so it didn’t seem like he had any accomplices with him. To be sure, I listened a little longer.

  Nothing. On the other hand, I didn’t hear any female voices, either.

  Shit.

  That was when I heard a scream.

  Okay, fuck the stealth shit. I need in there.

  I’d only noticed the one window as I’d made my way around the trailer, and it was boarded up. There was a shitty-ass set of metal stairs going up to the beat-up door. And of course the fucking door opened to the outside.

  Fuck.

  So much for kicking it in and having the element of surprise.

  There was an open hasp with a lock hanging from one side, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t locked the fucking handle.

  After I pulled out my pistol, I ensured I had a bullet chambered. Granted, I wasn’t as comfortable with my pistol as I was with my sniper rifle, but I could hold my own.

  Praying it wasn’t locked, I grabbed the handle slowly so it didn’t fucking rattle. Standing to the side, I slung it open as I launched up the stairs and in the door. The sight that greeted me made my blood run cold.

  Michael was holding a fucking Ka-Bar knife. The blood covering her barely registered. I didn’t even have time to check her before he looked up at me.

  His eyes were glassy and had a crazed look. I’d seen that look in the eyes of people who had snapped in combat and knew there was little hope of reasoning with him. That was fine by me, because I’d be happy to put a bullet between his eyes, but I tried anyway.

  “Get away from her. Back the fuck up now, you piece of shit.” My voice came out low and gravelly. Turning into the detached and trained killer that still lurked within me, I stuffed my fear and worry for Stephanie to the back of my mind.

  There was no way he was leaving there alive, but I needed to get him away from her. What happened next occurred in the blink of an eye. Training and instinctive reaction were all I had when I watched him smile at me in an evil, sadistic way.

  “You’re too late to be her hero. She’s damaged goods now. You’re just too fucking late. How’s it feel?” He raised the knife above her lifeless-looking body. As he started the downward plunge, I pulled my trigger smoothly.

  A shocked expression interrupted his maniacal cackle, and blood seeped out of the hole that was now in the middle of his forehead. He toppled forward, and I watched in sick horror as the knife continued its descent into Stephanie’s abdomen. She screamed as the knife entering her body shook her from her pain and trauma-induced haze.

  Kicking his lifeless body away, I knelt at her side, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911.

  Shit, I was thankful I’d taken my cut off. That was publicity the club did not need. I explained to the operator what had happened, where we were, and that they needed to hurry.

  I left my phone on speaker and dropped it to the floor as I focused my attention on my angel. It took everything I had not to lose my shit when I saw the knife sticking out of her side. All the bruising and blood covering her body was surreal.

  The smell of blood nearly made m
e lose my guts as it brought back another time where I was helpless to save someone who’d counted on me. Though I hated seeing it there, I didn’t dare take the knife out. There was no way to know what it had hit or what damage might result from pulling it out.

  “Stephanie, can you hear me? I’m here. You’re going to be okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. God, I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”

  Her eyes stared at me, but they were glazed in such agony, I wasn’t sure if she heard or recognized me.

  While I waited, I pulled out my own knife. The least I could do was release her from the sides of the filthy cot. Blood was seeping from a wound on her side. I cut one of the sleeves off my shirt and used it to put pressure on it.

  My hands shook as I took the remains of my denim shirt and laid it over her nude body to provide her a semblance of modesty.

  Gently, I brushed her matted hair back from her face. What was once as bright as pure spun gold in the sunlight now barely resembled straw. Her eyes were swollen, and the usual bright blue—what was visible, anyway—was dull and lifeless. I gently brushed my lips across her parched and cracked ones.

  “Colton?” Her voice was a choked, dry whisper. She looked confused and unable to focus. Then she closed her eyes halfway, and she was gone. I couldn’t see her breathing.

  “Fuck. No! Fucking God, Jesus, no.” My trembling hands patted her face.

  “Nooooooooooooo!” The voice screaming in agony and denial barely registered as my own as I realized there were sirens outside. Then someone was trying to pull me away from the only woman I’d ever loved.

  When you die, your soul doesn’t understand or believe you’ve died. I know this now.

  Calmly, I stood beside Colton as he clung to the bloody and beaten young woman in front of him. It was a tragic scene.

  I didn’t understand what was going on. What had happened to her? He had the look of someone consumed with grief.

  Why was he so heartbroken? Did he love her? I had no hope with him if that was the case.

  When the paramedics rushed into the trailer, I stepped back to get out of their way. They gently but deftly moved him back from the body. They were assessing the male body on the floor as well.