Legacy: Savage Sons London Book 1

Chapter 17

Kate

I didn”t ask how they managed to get the white panel van into the cemetery when the gates were locked, but they didn”t give me a chance to ask anything. The moment I was thrown inside and the door slid shut behind me, I began to shake. Not from fear alone, but from anger. What they had just done to Legacy, the way they had left him with his face a mask of blood and his eyes shut, had chilled me to the bone.

All I wanted to know was that he was okay.

But there was no one to ask because I was alone in the back of a goddamn van. There was no point in screaming either, because I doubted anyone would be able to hear me as the van hurtled down an unseen road. I wasn”t trained in kidnap situations, but common sense told me I had to stay calm and concentrate on what was going on around me.

I groaned quietly. There was nothing going on around me but metal walls and a door that I knew without trying would be locked. I was trapped in a steel can.

Still, an internal, sensible voice seemed to say, you should try at least.

I wanted to scream. Even if the door opened, what good would it do? We were moving fast. No doubt on the motorway. What was I going to do, even if it did open? Throw myself into oncoming traffic?

Tentatively, I reached for the handle.

From the front of the van, Tristan”s laugh echoed around me, making me scuttle backwards.

“The door opens from the outside, Katie-Kate.”

I hated the way he said my name, and I bit back the urge to scream at him that my name was Kate, not Katie.

Screaming would do no good; I had to keep my emotions under control if I was going to get out of this.

“I think she”s lonely back there, boss,” the driver leered. It was the same man who had smashed Legacy”s skull in. I gritted my teeth, my hands closing into fists around the material of my dress. There could be no denying what he was implying.

Maybe throwing myself into seventy-mile an hour traffic was better than what was going to happen.

Maybe.

“You might be right, you know, Q,” Tristan laughed. “I don”t want you to be lonely now, do I, Katie-Kate?”

I drifted off, my mind wandering away from reality as he started to climb over the seats and towards me. It was the only way I was going to get through this. If I took myself elsewhere. Somewhere nice. He could do whatever he wanted to my body as long as I could escape into a world of better times in my head.

But I made a mental note of the driver”s name. Q. It wasn”t much to go on, but it was something.

Q.

Q would die when I got out of this. If Legacy and the Sons didn”t do it, I would do it myself.

Tristan as well.

“Now, now, Kate, don”t close your eyes. You’ll miss the best part.” Whiskey laced breath washed over me and my eyes snapped open before I could help myself, bringing me screaming back into reality. Tristan was close. His body arched over me, his hands on the roof so his crotch was just a little higher than my face. I turned away.

“Oh, no you don”t.” Cruelly, he yanked my face forward, his grip on my chin bone crushing. I fought back the urge to cry out, but I couldn”t help the tears that pricked at my eyes.

“You will keep your eyes open and on me. Is that understood?”

I didn”t say a word. It didn”t matter whether I agreed or not.

“You be a nice welcoming cunt and I”ll go easy on you. Got it?” He paused at my refusal to respond, his hand hovering between my face and his zipper. “You want to see your filthy biker again, don”t you?”

Mutely, I nodded. Yes, I did.

I wanted to see Legacy and Conner.

I wanted to survive this so I could get my revenge.

“Good girl.” He easily read my silence for what it was: acceptance. “See now, there didn”t have to be all of this nastiness. If you had been this welcoming when we first met, I wouldn”t have had to get Conner involved.”

I lifted my eyes to him in shock, and he smirked. “Oh, you don”t remember? Not that it really matters, but I met you a few years ago. Such a sweet piece of ass and you blew me off.” He laughed. “Well, not literally. If you had, then I wouldn’t have had to go to all of this trouble.” Without missing a beat, his voice changed. It became predatory and aggressive. “Slide your dress down. Let me see you.”

From the front of the van, Q laughed.

I hesitated. It was one thing coming to accept what was going to happen if it was forced on me, but quite another to willingly undress in front of him.

“I want to see your tits,” he hissed.

My fingers trembled as I started to push the material down my arms. I wasn”t wearing a bra, so it wasn”t long before my breasts sprang free.

“If I do this willingly, will you leave us alone?”

Tristan cupped my left breast, pawing at it with his sweaty, too smooth hand. “I”m done with you when I say I”m done with you. You have pretty little tits, don”t you?”

I didn’t know what he expected me to say, so I kept my lips tight shut.

He pinched my nipple hard. “Don’t you?”

I had no words. But he kept pinching. Squeezing the sensitive tip between his finger and thumb until the pain became unbearable.

“I—I”m glad you think so,” I managed to mumble.

“Oh, I do. I might chop them off and keep them. What do you think? Lay down and spread your legs, Katie-Kate.”

No. My brain seemed to scream the word at me — no, no, NO! Everything inside of me was screaming at me to fight. But I resisted. I needed to survive and fighting back was a surefire way of getting myself killed.

It didn”t matter what he did to my body. The only thing that mattered was that I got out of there alive.

“Ok,” I whispered.

The floor of the van was rough wooden boards. There were paint splatters on it. The thought flitted through my mind that soon my blood might join them. Laying flat on my back, I stared at the ceiling above me.

“Oh, you”re such a willing little slut. I wonder what Legacy will do when he finds out how easily you give yourself to me? Will he want you then?” Roughly, my dress was pushed further down until it gathered around my waist. Tristan fell on top of me, his hands and mouth greedy on my breasts.

I went far, far away. My eyes remained open but unwilling to acknowledge what was happening to me. Dimly, I felt my panties torn away at the seams. Cold air flowed across my intimate regions for a second before he fell more fully against me.

I stiffened, my body ready for the painful intrusion that was about to come.

And it was okay. It would be fine. I would get through this. It was only my body. As long as I didn”t let him get into my head, I would be alright.

But Tristan didn”t thrust upwards. He continued to fumble between us, like he didn”t know what he was doing.

“That”s it, baby,” He ground against me, but there was nothing hard about his body. Nothing at all. I raised an eyebrow at his next words. “You ready for a big one?”

He dry humped me against the van”s floor, making all the right lust filled noises, but he didn”t penetrate me. Tristan Hunter wasn”t hard enough for that.

He couldn”t get it up.

Despite my efforts at remaining distant, fear and panic made me react in the worst possible way.

I giggled.

It was the wrong thing to do. Tristan’s hand curled into my hair and slammed my head back. Stars blossomed before my eyes. He dragged me upwards, onto my knees, and pushed his shrivelled, flaccid penis against my lips.

“Open your mouth, bitch, and take it all.”

The tiniest piece of strength inside me rose up in defiance. I couldn’t help it. I shouldn’t have done it, but I laughed. “Take what, you pencil-dick piece of shit? You can’t even get it up.”

“Don’t you fucking laugh at me!” Again and again, Tristan’s fist slammed into my face. After the third blow, I fell to the side, no longer able to stay upright. And it hurt, but that was okay. I could take a beating. Better that than letting some wrinkly cock into my mouth.

He knelt over me, raining blow after blow against my body and head.

“Fucking, filthy bitch.” His fist smashed into my face and my nose exploded in blood. “Biker whore. No wonder I can’t—” He shook with rage. “Fucking choke.” My ripped panties were wadded up and forced between my lips. “You’re gonna die here, bitch, and no one will ever be able to find you.”

With the panties in my mouth and my nose broken, it was hard to breathe. And it was impossible to scream as Tristan Hunter began to beat me.

He didn’t stop even after my body had gone limp.

He was going to beat me to death.