Rogue (Rogue Angels MC #1)

Chapter 30

30

Melody

“Hey, lover girl,” Shelly calls out as I pass the admit desk.

I turn so sharply I almost lose my balance, which only makes her grin wider. “Nice roses. Did you get a ring to go with them too?”

The receptionist and Howie chuckle and I know my face must be as red as those roses judging by the heat suffusing my cheeks.

“A little early for that,” I say. “But down the line, who knows?”

Two weeks ago, I was sure it’d be a good long while before I found someone and now this ring idea is a very likely scenario for my future.

“What do bikers call their wives? Old ladies, I think it is,” Howie says.

“Yes, that’s right,” I say. “Well, not necessarily wives, though. Just the women they plan on spending forever with.”

Another thing I was sure I’d never be called just two weeks ago. And now, here I am.

“Well, well, well, someone’s been studying up on the biker culture,” Shelly says, making my breath hitch in my throat. If there’s one thing I know better than medicine it’s biker culture. Not that I’m ready to have everyone here know that.

Shelly comes around the counter with a chart. “You can use all that new knowledge on your next patient. It’s the same guy you saw a couple of days ago. He’s back and he’s asking for you specifically. Must’ve made an impression, you old lady you.”

Unholy, is back? Why?

I almost blurt out that there was nothing wrong with him in the first place but manage not to.

“That’s not how that term’s used,” I correct her instead.

“I put him in exam room three,” Shelly says, laughing. “Holler if you need me.”

“Will do, thanks,” I say and walk towards the room.

He’s probably here to make some more threats. A wasted trip for him now that I finally told Rogue the truth about my past.

“What seems to be the problem this time, Unholy?” I ask as I enter the exam room, flipping through his chart to see if he gave his real name this time.

The room is dark, the shades on the window drawn and I barely have time to realize he’s nowhere to be seen before something hard and cold is pressed into my side and a hand grabs my shoulder.

“We’re getting out of here. Right now,” Unholy growls. “You make a sound or try to alert anyone, you’re dead.”

“What the hell is your problem?” I snap. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Psycho.”

“Stop talking and start walking,” he says. “We leave by the back.”

“You better let me go before I start screaming,” I snap. “I’ll let you walk out of here, but after that you’re on your own. Rogue will hear of this. And the Devils will too.”

“Trust me, sweet Melody,” he says. “All those guys are too far away to help you. I’m your only hope right now. So start walking.”

He shoves the gun deeper into my flesh, but I’m willing to bet my right kidney he’s not gonna fire. Not inside the hospital. And there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere with him. So I slam my elbow into his stomach as hard as I can, making him groan. But the next thing I know, he’s got one of his beefy arms around my throat and is dragging me away from the door and towards the window.

“Fine, we do it the hard way,” he grunts as he fiddles with the window lock.

I’m writhing in his arms, yelling out for help, hoping someone will hear. But exam room three is all the way at the end of the hall and a siren is wailing in the ambulance bay. Besides, there’s always some kind of yelling going on it the ER. It’s not a quiet place.

He gets the window open amid hissing at me to shut up and then he somehow manages to squeeze both of us through the window and onto a patch of sidewalk.

An ambulance is blocking the view of the ER entrance and the alleyway we’re in runs both ways. He pulls me after him down the alley, completely unfazed by my kicking, screaming and writhing.

“You gotta settle down now,” he says as we reach the side walk. “We have to find a taxi.”

“What kinda kidnap job is this?” I snap. “You’re abducting me in a cab?”

I should probably watch my mouth, given what a psycho he is, but this is just too fucking much. Why does everything in my life always go to shit the moment it starts looking up?

“Just stay still,” he hisses, pulling me down the street while looking around to catch sight of a cab.

The street is pretty much empty, given the late hour, meaning no one is reacting to our argument. The ones who do notice that something’s going on take one good look at Unholy and keep walking. He’s a mountain of a man.

“We gotta try the next street over,” he hisses and pulls me into yet another dark alleyway.

“What is this, Unholy?” a man asks behind us as soon as we enter the alley. “You leaving without us?”

He turns to face the guy, twirling me around with him. “Yeah, she’s mine. Back off.”

The short, stocky guy who spoke isn’t alone. Four more are with him. I can’t make out their faces because the alley is dark and the light is behind them. But I don’t need to see them to tell this isn’t gonna end well.

The stocky guy advances, while the other four do their best to encircle us. Unholy still has his arm around my neck, but he’s now waving his gun around, pointing it at the approaching guys.

“She’s coming with me, Tito,” he snaps and actually sounds like he believes he can make that happen.

The stocky guy just laughs.

“You shouldn’t have double crossed us,” Tito says. “Now you’ll die.”

The four guys rush us. One of them kicks at Unholy’s leg while another two yank me from his arms. The light from the street illuminates a knife right before it slashes Unholy’s arm which he lifted to protect himself. The fifth guy yanks the gun from his hand right before he goes down.

The two holding me are dragging me back by my arms, deeper into the dark alley. I kick and scream and try to break free so hard I feel like my arms are about to pop out of the sockets.

Unholy is kneeling on the ground as Tito raises his gun at his head. A shot rings out just as we reach the end of the alley way and I lose sight of the scene.

“No!” I scream, I don’t even know why. All I know is that I was probably better off with Unholy.

“Yes, precious,” one of the guys holding me hisses. They’re both breathing hard from dragging me. “Now settle the fuck down or I’ll knock you out.”

“Where are you taking me?” I ask.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the guy says.

The street we’re on is even more deserted than the one running by the hospital. But a white van is approaching.

I yell and scream and fight the guys holding me as hard as I still can, hoping the driver will see and stop. Or at least call for help.

He stops and sticks his head out the window. It’s Tito and all hope vanishes into the black hole that is suddenly my chest.

“Put her in the back,” he hisses. “We gotta go!”

They throw me in the back and shut the door, casting me into pitch darkness. Every muscle in my body aches and my throat is raw from screaming.

I’d hoped to at least get a view of where they were taking me, it’s why I settled down when the guy threatened to knock me out. But now even that hope is dead.