Rage

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Owen

M y fingers fly smoothly over the keyboard. Coding flashes across the screen before a variety of different windows open and others close. My eyes burn, having been at this for hours now. The stiffness in my back is beginning to get to me and I’ve lost feeling in my legs. Still, I continue working. I can’t stop now. Not when I know I’m close to uncovering something big .

I haven’t told the others yet. Without substantial proof, they’ll just end up blowing me off or hounding me constantly for more information. Or worse, Daisy will grow quiet and withdrawn. The news I’m seeking always takes her to a dark place, just bringing up the conversation can send her into herself. None of us want that to happen, ever .

Unfortunately, it’s unavoidable.

Our girl craves vengeance. She’s a beautiful, deadly vigilante—hunting the wicked in this world so she can cut it out with her blade. It’s been her mission in life ever since we left our hometown of Briar Glen after purging the evil there.

The cult there never stood a chance against a woman like Daisy.

Her bloody acts of justice are stunningly vicious and creative. For eleven years, the other guys and I have been there to help, and witness, it being served at the hands of a woman whose demons could scare the devil himself.

Sure, one day we might get caught. Killing people is frowned upon most places we go.

That doesn’t stop me, Drake, Kingston, and Wyatt from following Daisy every and anywhere. I know, when it’s our time to leave this earth, the four of us will follow her straight to hell without a moment of hesitation. She’s the force that keeps our hearts beating, the air that fills our lungs, and the fuel that keeps our souls burning bright despite the dark, murderous acts we commit on her behalf.

Sometimes, I think vengeance is the only reason Daisy gets up in the morning. She may love us, but I know her and I know she struggles with wrangling her inner demons. After narrowly escaping being sacrificed by a cult at fifteen, to being held captive and tortured for years by a serial killer, and then escaping and trying to survive in a world with a broken mind, Daisy’s been through so much. Too much. We all know horrible memories eat at her, whether she’s sleeping or awake. Anyone else in her situation probably would’ve been utterly broken. But not Daisy. She uses the darkness within her mind to drive home her intentions.

I just don’t need her to go to the dark places in her head until I’m absolutely certain there is a reason the four of us need her to go there.

Speaking of…

I tear my eyes away from my screen, blink rapidly to adjust to the darkness of the RV, then glance down at the petite woman stretched out on the narrow couch beside me. Just like every time I look at Daisy, my heart flutters. Even after all these years together, it’s hard to wrap my head around that she’s here. Before reuniting, there had been a ten year stretch where I thought my girl was dead. I’m pretty sure during that decade my heart didn’t beat a single time. Maybe that’s why it races so rapidly in Daisy’s presence now? Could it be making up for loss beats?

Her head rests in my lap. My semi-stiff cock sits between her full lips, resting against her hot, wet tongue. She’d laid down a while ago, teasing me with that perfect mouth of hers, working me up and then pulling back just before I could cum. Over and over, she played with me, hoping to distract me.

It worked.

How was I supposed to focus while being tortured?

When she finally let me cum, swallowing down my load like a good girl, she hadn’t let go of me. Instead, Daisy held my flaccid dick in her mouth as she slowly succumbed to sleep. I haven’t had the heart, or desire, to move her since. That was hours ago. I’ve been able to distract myself with work, but now, staring down at Daisy and feeling her hot mouth wrapped around me while she unconsciously suckles, I can feel myself getting hard.

As my dick begins to stretch to the back of her throat, Daisy stirs. She sucks on me, giving me a hard, long tug. Reflexively, my hips jerk upwards. A sleepy chuckle vibrates around my dick, and I groan. Reaching down, I stroke her long dark hair.

“Hey sleepy head,” I greet, keeping my voice low.

Living in an RV with five adults requires a certain level of insanity and respect. The situation is temporary until Daisy, or one of the four of us, decides where to settle next, but in the meantime, we’ve had to adjust to the tight living quarters. That means a lot of whispering past eleven o’clock most nights.

Daisy’s tongue circles the head of my dick, and I let out a heavy sigh.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Daze.” I tilt my head back and close my tired eyes as I give into the pleasure coiling between my legs.

Daisy takes her time sucking me. The slow descent of her lips feels just as exquisite as when they retreat, pulling back until they hug around the head of my dick. She repeats the motion over and over, her tongue caressing and twisting around me just the way I like it. Her mouth grows wetter and hotter while I grow harder and more desperate to cum. My toes curl as the pleasure mounts.

I forget to breathe as Daisy’s hand slides into the open slat of my boxers and she fondles my balls.

“Daisy, I’m not going to last,” I manage to gasp.

She doesn’t stop to pull away. Instead, Daisy picks up the pace, her head moving swiftly up and down my shaft. Saliva drips from between her lips and gathers around the base of my cock. The warmth of it sends a shiver up my spine.

With a grunt that I try—and fail—to stifle, my release shoots deep down into Daisy’s throat. She swallows every drop with ease. When I’m done, Daisy cleans up my dick with long, lazy strokes before pushing herself upright. The only light on in the RV is coming from my laptop and when our eyes meet, I’m struck by the deep shadows in her face. Her eyes appear sunken, her cheeks looking extra hollow. Her brown skin, only a few shades lighter than mine, looks gaunt.

While I know it’s the strange lighting giving her this near-demonic look, my stomach twists anxiously.

“You ok, Daze?” I ask her curiously, reaching up to tuck a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. The other side of her head she keeps shaved. That, along with the piercings that line the outer shell of her ears, give her an edgy look that she’s been sporting since she blew back into my life.

She reaches up and gently takes my chin. While I can’t see her eyes thanks to the shadows, I can feel them searching my face.

“I’d be better if you told me what you’ve found,” she admits after a moment.

I sigh. “If I had something, you know I would tell you.”

“You do have something,” a deep rumbling voice says from behind me. “Your screen has been blinking for the past few minutes.”

I twist in my seat to look over my shoulder to find Drake sitting up on the bottom bunk, his hands behind his head, watching the both of us. He’s a dark silhouette back there, but a foreboding presence nonetheless.

“How long have you been up?” I ask, keeping my voice low.

“Like I could sleep with your fingers tapping on the screen like a psychotic woodpecker,” Drake replies.

I frown. “You could’ve said something. I would’ve gone and sat in the driver’s seat or headed up to the roof.”

Before Drake can reply, Daisy reaches out and takes my chin again. She jerks my head around, but instead of turning me to face her, she forces me to look at my screen.

“What does that mean?” She demands.

Leaning forward, I study the private message that’s popped up. Immediately, I realize that a few of the members on the discussion forum I’ve been lurking in have started up a private group chat and I’ve been accidentally roped in.

Slowly, I scan through the messages. They’re coded, that much is clear. But these guys aren’t geniuses. The dark web might be full of criminals and evil people, but that doesn’t mean that any of them are all that smart.

Just as I get to the end of the chat, it suddenly vanishes as if it was never there.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, my fingers returning to the keyboard as I try to drag it back up. It’s a fruitless attempt. The conversation is gone and all the information with it.

Thankfully, I’m good at retaining information.

“I need a piece of paper, now !” I snap. Daisy scrambles around the couch, maneuvering around the table that’s bolted to the floor, and hurries over to a cupboard. A few seconds later, she returns with a small spiral notebook and a pencil. Taking it from her, I quickly scribble down everything that I can remember.

“None of that makes sense, Owen,” Daisy points out when I’m finished.

I don’t answer her. The words are gibberish, but I’ve seen this type of coded message before. Slowly, the letters and numbers begin to rearrange themselves in my head. It takes a few minutes until the pencil starts to move again, but when I’m done, I sit back and smirk.

“I knew I had something big,” I say to no one in particular.

Silently, Daisy stares down at the message. There’s not much that needs to be said. The horror is all laid out before us. Even without saying a word, I know where Daisy’s head is. She’s sinking, quickly if the cold air around us is any indication, into the dark places of her mind. The thing is, that darkness doesn’t just hold her there in its cold depths, it changes her.

I push aside my own disgust at what we’ve found to focus on the woman beside me. I study Daisy. Her gaze is locked on the information I’ve written down, but I have a feeling she’s not seeing it anymore. The stiff way she’s holding herself tells me she’s probably not even breathing.

“It’s going to be ok,” I assure her softly.

Daisy looks from the notepad to my face. “ They don’t know that.”

She’s right, the ten women in that cargo container onboard a freighter sailing across the Pacific Ocean and headed to a small port off the coast of Washington don’t know they’re going to be ok. They’re trapped, scared, and facing an unimaginably horrific future. Having been held hostage herself, Daisy has special insight into what these women are going through. She escaped, but not without some scars, both mental and physical ones.

Reaching out, my fingers wrap around Daisy’s wrist. The contact seems to unthaw her. Slowly, Daisy’s shoulders lower and she releases a long breath.

“We’re going to get them out of this, Daze,” I vow.

The RV rocks slightly as Drake gets out of bed and joins us. He peers over my shoulder and reads the message.

“Fuck.”

My head bows once in agreement. “Yeah, ‘fuck’ is right.”

“I’ll go pack up the chairs and shit we left around the campsite,” Drake offers, already heading for the door.

“We should just leave it.” I glance at the clock. It reads ten after two. My chest constricts with panic. Shit, the women will be arriving at that port in a little less than thirty hours and we’re… “If we don’t leave soon, we’re never going to make it on time.”

The hulking viking doesn’t stop moving. Instead, he shoves on his heavy-duty boots, grabs his sweatshirt and throws the door open. I watch as he stomps down the metal stairs and disappears out of sight.

“The sooner we can pack up, the sooner we can get out of here, Owen,” Daisy murmurs, pulling her wrist free from my grasp. “I’m going to lie down and try to get some sleep. It looks like we have a long trip ahead of us. You’ll wake me if…?”

Her question trails off, but I know what she wants. Immediately I nod, “I’ll wake you from your nightmares Daze, always.”