“My woman?”
He shakes his head once. “We’ll find her, just haven’t yet. You know you’re the priority,” he informs me on a whisper.
Dipping my chin, I look down at the lock and wait for him to open it. He grunts, pulling his phone out of his pocket and I watch as he touches his screen before sliding it back in his front pocket of his jeans.
“Got the guys coming in with some bolt cutters,” he says. There’s a quiet moment, and then he speaks. “Do I want to know what that fucker did down here in his sex room?”
“Why, wanting ideas?” I snort.
He shakes his head as he looks around. “Not really, but I think I’ll sanitize most of this equipment and take it home.”
“Have the fuck at it.”
“Seriously, you guys okay?”
“No,” I admit. “But nothing too bad happened. We’re all alive.”
He dips his chin. “All?”
“There’s another girl here.”
I don’t miss the way his eyes light up at the thought of another woman, possibly a damaged one that he could bring into his little fold. Works for me, because there is no fucking way that girl will ever be able to go back to regular life after this, after her goddamn brother handed her over to a short life of sexual slavery.
Honestly, Taylee would be better off with the Skulls anyway. They at least have experience with this kind of thing. I don’t know how to help that poor fucking kid. She is that too, a goddamn kid, probably not even over the age of twenty.
“We’ll get them to safety. You want them here when you end the fuck?”
“You got him?” I ask.
Bones’ lips curve up into an evil fucking grin. “Fuck yeah we do, him and his little buddies.”
“Nice.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
AVAH
Just when I think that the men have left, I hear heavy boot stomps again. They stop directly in front of the door. I let out a loud gasp as the door swings open. I expect to see a monster standing in front of me, but that’s not what I see.
“Dragon,” I breathe.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his gaze shifts from me to Taylee, then back to me. “Goddamn woman, get the fuck outta that fucking closet.”
I can’t hide the smile on my face at hearing his rough voice. Crawling out of the closet, Taylee at my back, I slowly rise to my feet. I realize that with all of the adrenaline pumping through my system, with the fear and anxiety, I forgot to panic at being in the closet.
“Is he okay?” I ask.
Dragon’s brows rise and his lips curve into a grin. “Fuck me, yeah, he’s okay. They’re cutting him out of that cage right now. Got a truck waiting out back for you two, ready to take you back to the clubhouse.”
“No,” I blurt.
Taylee gasps at my shout, I’m sure she’s scared that Dragon is going to do something to me for shouting at him, and maybe he would if the situation were different. He crosses his arms over his massive chest and tips his dark bearded chin down at me, his eyes finding mine and he waits.
“I want to see them die,” I say, attempting to find my bravado.
“You want to see them die?” he asks, unable to hide the surprise in his voice.
“Me too,” Taylee says, her voice shakier and weaker than mine, but no less firm.
Dragon shakes his head once, then twice. “Babe, can’t do that. No way in fuck. That’ll fuck you girls up more than you realize.”
“We need it,” I state, reaching behind me and holding my hand out for her.
Taylee slips her palm in mine and I squeeze her hand as I gently tug her forward so that she’s standing next to me. She tilts her head back, jutting her chin out stubbornly and it makes me wonder what she was like before the senator started chipping away at her piece by piece.
“We need it,” Taylee says. “I need it. I need to see not only him, but my brother bleed for what they took from me.”
“Your brother?” both Dragon and I say simultaneously.
There’s a moment of silence and we’re both staring at her. My lips are parted in surprise and I’m sure that Dragon looks just as dumbstruck as I feel. Then I hear a voice, one that I haven’t heard properly in days, weeks maybe, I don’t even know how long, but it doesn’t matter, either.
“Her brother.”
My hand falls from Taylee’s and my breath hitches right before I take off. I don’t just walk quickly, I run. I’m weak and tired, my body has been through hell both inside and out, but nothing could slow me down right now.
Hawk spreads his arms wide, widening his stance as he braces for impact right before I jump up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I pinch my eyes closed and press my cheek against his, my lips at his ear.
“Orson,” I breathe.
He grunts, his hands cupping my ass as he holds me against him. “Avah, honey.”
We stay like that for longer than we probably should, just holding one another. He squeezes my ass and I know that he wants me to climb off of him, but I just can’t do that. Lifting my head, I look into his eyes and I give him a smile.
“You’re just going to have to carry me around, I’m not letting go,” I inform him.
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and I know that he’s forever changed. He may be a badass, he may have done and seen shit that I could never imagine, but having his control stripped from him, it did something and I can’t deny that I’m not scared.
“Hawk,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “You stay right here, baby.”
Biting the bottom of my lip, I wonder if I should ask him if he’s okay, then I decide he wouldn’t tell me anyway. Not here, not in front of his men. That’s something that I’ll have to ask later when we’re alone, and even then, he may not answer me.
“Let them watch,” Hawk announces loudly. “They need closure and that fuck of a brother deserves all of the pain then he’s going to get and Taylee deserves to watch if that’s what she wants.”
Looking back over my shoulder, I see that Taylee is giving Hawk a small smile. “I do. I need it,” she says.
“Then you’ll have it.”
Without another word, Hawk turns us around and he walks down the stairs, me still wrapped around him.
“We’ll do it right here in the entry. Worm and the other guy have already disabled the security,” he growls.
“We’re also working on doing a loop over of the tapes, that way nobody will be able to look back and tell that it’s us,” Worm shouts from somewhere in the house.
“Bring those fucks in,” Dragon shouts.
I remove myself from Hawk’s body, only because I want to look as if I’m strong and unbothered standing beside him, a queen beside her king, when they bring those fucks in here. Those goddamn assholes.
The guards are brought in first, then the senator and behind him the maid. My eyes connect with hers and I open my mouth to tell them to let her go when one of the men pushes her forward.
Taking a step toward them, I hold up my hand. “She’s just a maid, she’s harmless,” I call out.
Bones appears and he’s laughing softly when he does. “Babe, that’s the senator’s sister and personal assistant at his office.”
“What?” I breathe.
Her eyes flick up to me and I see it now, the evil that lurks behind her gaze. She had hidden it from me, and I can usually smell that shit a mile away. Damn. She’s good. She licks her lips, tilting her head to the side.
“Why did you unlock the door? Why did you let me out?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I wanted to see you run and get caught. I know you said your man’s guys were coming, but the men that came in, they weren’t them. I thought they were the other bikers that had been in contact with Layne.”
“You wanted them to hurt me? To take me? To sell me?”
She hums. “I did. Edward has been obsessed with you for far too long. I wanted you gone
and this was the perfect way. I was planning something else, but this way he would have never suspected me.”
“Why?” the senator shouts.
She growls. “Why?” she snaps. “You took my toy away from me.”
“Your toy?” he asks.
She hums. “I wanted to keep him and you just took him away.”
“He was being punished. You were being punished for not giving me what I demanded.”
“I thought she was a virgin. I didn’t know, she’s my little sister,” the guard cries out. “I thought she was kissing a lot of boys, going out on too many dates.”
The senator growls. “I wanted a virgin. I already had a whore in my grasp. I wanted a virgin.”
“Why?” Taylee asks.
The senator lifts his chin, his gaze finding hers and holding it. There is no soul behind his gaze, he looks like evil personified and he’s showing it all, the politician that is so good at masking his hatred and vile personality is now gone.
“Virgins are a lot more fucking entertainment when it comes to torture.”
HAWK
Goddamn, this fucker is sick as shit. You could hear a pin drop, the room is so quiet. Taylee doesn’t say anything, neither does anybody else, more than likely too disgusted with this man, with his words and ideas. I don’t have my gun, knife, or any of my shit with me other than the clothes that were on my back when I was dragged into this hellhole.
I want to stab this fuck. I want to skin him alive, all of them really. I want them gone, but I need them to suffer before they’re allowed to leave this world. Because fuck them and their sick, twisted bullshit.
Fuck.
Them.
“I need a knife and something long and thin, or not thin, don’t really give a fuck about that.”
Mountain lets out a chuckle, probably completely understanding exactly what I’m about to do. Bones grunts and jerks his chin to two of his men. I watch as they scurry farther into the house and disappear, probably on their way to the kitchen, hopefully.
“So, what were your plans with us when you had to go back to DC and do all of the shit that stuck up their ass politicians do?” I ask.
He shrugs a shoulder. “I have an apartment in the city. I have a private plane. If you think that I would have been caught, that having the three of you would have somehow impacted my life negatively, you fail to realize that I am untouchable.”
“Untouchable?”
He smirks. “Untouchable.”
When the men return from, I assume, the kitchen, they’re carrying a butcher knife and a broom. Nice. That’s exactly what I wanted. Walsh wanted to hold me captive, take my control away, and essentially fuck me, then he’s going to get all of those things paid back to him in full, plus more.
“Thanks,” I grunt, reaching for the knife handle. The Skull jerks his chin, then the one with the broom hands it to me, his lips curved up in a grin. “Strip them,” I demand.
Wordlessly, the men are stripped from their expensive clothes, all of them resisting, none of them winning. The maid is stripped naked as well. I stare at them in silence for a moment, my lips curving up into a grin at the idea that this will be their end, their demise.
They will all die, slowly and painfully. It won’t be enough penance for the pain that they have caused countless others. It will never be enough, but at least I’ll be able to walk out of here free from what they tried to do to me, and bringing two innocent women with me to that freedom as well.
“I’m untouchable. Even if you kill me, someone will come for you. The country will not allow for one of their leaders to be taken and not ask questions.”
I lean forward, a grin on my face, my eyes showing just how fucking crazy I feel right now. “Nobody is going to give a shit that another dirty politician, who was probably in office too goddamn long anyway, bit the fucking dust. Get over yourself.”
He opens his mouth to say something else, but I have no fucking desire to hear anything that comes out of him, not unless it’s a scream. Reaching forward, I use the knife and I sink it just enough into the top of his chest to pierce his skin, but not too far that it’s going to do anything to truly hurt him, not yet.
Dragging the knife down his middle, I’m careful not to harm any vital organs. I’m not about to have him bleed out. Not yet. Soon. Just not yet.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
AVAH
I should be horrified. I know that I should. But I’m not. I’m not turned on, but seeing the senator die, watching the way the life drains from his body in the most disturbing of ways is oddly satisfying.
Taylee doesn’t move even an inch, she doesn’t even change her breathing patterns as she watches her brother be flayed alive, only after he’s been fucked in the ass with a broom handle. It’s kind of amazing, the way that these men completely dehumanized all four of those assholes.
I shouldn’t think like that, but I can’t stop myself, because they had no problem at all whatsoever dehumanizing us, or watching us being dehumanized. They had zero problem with anything that they did. I know that the senator enjoyed it, but I think the rest of them did too. They didn’t apologize, not even when they were being tortured.
“We’re done here,” Dragon announces.
A few of the men helped Hawk, and they’re all covered in blood. Hawk, Bones, and Dragon have blood everywhere. Their faces, their beards, their clothes—everywhere.
“Got the truck ready for the girls?” Bones asks, turning to look at one of his men.
“Got my bike?” Hawk asks, his voice deep and husky.
“Back of the truck, brother,” Dragon announces.
Hawk jerks his chin, then his gaze meets mine. “My woman rides on the back of my bike,” he announces.
“I’m wrapped in a sheet,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “My woman rides on the back of my bike,” he repeats.
“Okay.”
Worm walks around the corner, his eyes taking in the scene of skinned people, and he whistles, then turns to Dragon.
“Got the tapes almost finished. Just gotta wrap it up after you guys leave,” he announces.
His gaze flicks from Dragon to Taylee, and he freezes on her, not looking away. Turning my head, I look behind my shoulder to her, and she has her eyes on him as well, but she breaks the contact first, looking down at her feet and shifts uncomfortably.
With blood drenching their bodies, the men leave. Worm and a few prospects stay behind to clean up the evidence that the Beasts and Skulls were ever there, they fuck with the tapes while we all wait outside.
“When the cops come...” Taylee begins.
Dragon snorts, smiling and his white teeth show, making him look like a lunatic with the dark beard and dark stained skin, the blood drying on him. “They’re in our pocket. When the Feds come, everything will be cleaned up and there won’t be a single trace of us, or you, left behind.”
“How?”
“It’s why it took us a couple of days. We had to make sure all of our ducks were in a row before we just busted through the doors. Walsh was right, in a sense. He was a senator and he did have power, just not enough to get him out of the mess he inserted himself into. The locals know what kind of sick shit he was into and they were happy to help us out.”
We’re quiet for a moment, waiting for Worm and the other guy to come out of the house. Taylee sucks in a breath, wrapping the sheet around her a bit tighter.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier to just expose him?” she naively asks.
I don’t let anyone else answer, instead I turn to her. “Then he could have buried it. Called his reporter friends to cover it up, called his group of sickos to make it all go away. He’s not the only high-powered person in his circle, without a doubt.”
“How do we find the rest of them?” she asks.
My lips curve up into a grin. She wants the other fuckers gone. I don’t blame her at all, not a single bit. I open my mouth to say something, but Worm walks out the
door, the Skull guy behind him, and he grins as he jogs in our direction.
“Worm will help you with that, if that’s what you want to do,” Dragon says.
“With what?” Worm asks, a grin playing on his lips.
“Finding those motherfuckers who were in Walsh’s band of sick fucks,” Hawk says.
“Oh, I’m fucking down for that shit,” he says almost excitedly. “I like a good challenge and I already have a few clues lined up.”
“Guess she’s comin’ back with us, that is, until she finds the information she needs,” Dragon announces, jerking his chin toward Bones.
Bones chuckles, then hums softly. “We’ll see,” he says.
I open my mouth to ask exactly why they’re fighting over where Taylee is sent. They can’t want her to be a clubwhore, they wouldn’t do that, would they?
“No, they wouldn’t,” Hawk grunts.
Lifting my hand, I cover my mouth and turn to him, my eyes wide in disbelief that I said the words aloud. He grins, shaking his head a couple of times.
“Nobody else heard, but babe, the Skulls have a lot of women from situations like this. I think you two have a bond and a better place would be with us, at least until she is ready to decide what she wants.”
“With us?” I ask.
His eyes widen and he smirks. “The club. A place she can heal, a place she can feel safe and protected.”
I snort, unable to hold it back, not even if I wanted to. “A free-for-all sexscapade is where she’s going to feel safe?” I ask. “A place full of gigantic burly men, booze, and drugs?”
“Do you feel safe there?” he asks.
Pressing my lips together, I take a step toward him, closing the short distance between us. Lifting my hand, I cup his cheek and slide my thumb along his bottom lip. The blood is dry now, sticky and weird feeling, but beneath all of that, I just feel him.
“I feel safe with you, Orson. No matter where I am.”
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