Rogue (Rogue Angels MC #1)

Chapter 34

34

Melody

Teller was followed into the trailer by two of his guys and Tito and now the small space is so packed they can hardly move. All I really see is the huge hunting knife in Teller’s hand that he’s still just pointing at me. Tito’s brother is still holding onto my arm.

“Good luck making me scream,” I snap at him. “Not gonna happen.”

He laughs and it feels like nails scratching my chest.

“I think gonna enjoy breaking you, darlin’,” he says.

I don’t know what’s worse, getting stabbed to death in this cruddy trailer or being stuck with Teller trying to break me.

“Just kill me now,” I say. “Because you’re not touching me.”

His eyes turn very hard and he raises his hand. But instead of the knife piercing me, he just punches me twice, fast, once in the face and once in the stomach. The force of the blows knocks me out of the guy’s grasp and onto the sofa. Hot blood is gushing from my nose, I taste it in my mouth and I’m having trouble breathing right, but I still glare at Teller as angrily as I can. It makes him laughs again.

Then the flash of his camera goes off, blinding me and leaving dark red spots floating in my vision once he’s done.

“Maybe we should rip her clothes up too,” the guy with Teller suggests.

“Good point,” Teller says.

I kick and scream as he comes at me and get punched a couple of times more for my trouble. Cool air is hitting my naked chest and stomach as the camera flash blinds me again.

“She looks like shit,” Teller says as he looks at his phone. “Good. I’m sending the photos now.”

“They’ll come for her for sure,” his man says, chuckling. “The Devils never could resist saving a little lady in distress.”

“Let’s hope Unholy was right about that,” Teller says, typing something on his phone. Probably the text to go with the images of me in distress. He looks like it’s causing him a painful amount of effort to write the words.

“All right, I told them where they could find her… at the old quarry… and we’ll all be waiting,” Teller says and both he and his man laugh.

“The Devils are gonna know it’s a trap,” I slur because it’s hard to talk with the way my face is throbbing and my head pounding. “They’re not as dumb as you pieces of shit.”

My eye feels like it just exploded as I get backhanded hard for my trouble. But it was worth it just to see the stupid, childish flash of anger on Teller’s face.

“What now?” Tito asks. “We go to this quarry place?”

Teller and his guy exchange a pointed, meaningful sort of glance. The other guy nods and Teller yells, “Now.”

Shots ring out outside at the exact same time as Teller and his guy lunge at Tito and his brother.

The brother squeaks as his throat gets pierced by Teller’s knife, severing his vocal cords and making blood gush out in an arc like a terrible fountain.

“No!” Tito screams, and manages to get a shot off, but then he’s slammed into the kitchen counter, the gun flying from his hand, a knife sticking out the side of his stomach.

“We had a deal,” he pants as he slides down to the floor, his legs seemingly not supporting him anymore. The knife probably damaged his spinal cord. It was long enough.

“We had a deal with Unholy,” Teller says. “Him I could trust… sort of… but you… a minute ago you belonged to an MC allied with the Devils. So you see how I can’t trust you.”

The sheer enjoyment in his voice as he tells him all that makes me sick to my stomach.

“I’m not with Rogue anymore,” Tito says in a pleading voice. “I’m not… honest… you can trust me…”

“Finish him off,” Teller says in a disgusted-sounding voice and his guy shoots Tito twice in the chest, the sound and the cold-blooded act making me shudder.

Then they turn to me.

“You better kill me too, because I’m not going anywhere with you,” I say.

It’s pointless to argue with them, just as it’s pointless for me to grab hold of the armrest in an effort to prevent Teller from picking me up, but I do that anyway.

Teller drags me out of the trailer, the cooler air outside making the cuts on my face sting. The rest of Teller’s guys are standing right outside the trailer. The guys who helped abduct me are not. They’re lying on the ground, bleeding into the dirt.

“It’s all set up?” one of the guys asks.

Teller laughs. “Yeah, it is. This time tomorrow, the Devils will be in mourning.”

A couple of high-pitched sounds zoom through the air, and two of Tellers men fall. Another zooming sound takes out a third.

Teller looks at his fallen men, so confused and taken aback by what happened that he loosens his grip on me. I don’t think, just rip my arm out of his grasp and run down the stairs towards the darkness beyond the van’s headlights.

And run smack into one of the men coming out of that darkness. His arms are gentle as he wraps them around me. And his beautiful eyes, so peaceful yet so full of fire glow like green flames.

“I knew you’d come save me,” I whisper as the sound of gunfire erupts behind us.

“Always,” Rogue says and holds me tighter. “Are you hurt?”

“Not too bad,” I say as I lean against his chest. “But please take me home.”

I’m shaking again. Not out of fear, but from relief that it’s all over. He’s not too steady either as he kisses the top of my head, then takes off his jacket and wraps it around me.

By the trailer all the men who tried to harm me are now down and Unholy is limping towards us.

“They’re all down,” he informs Rogue as he locks eyes on mine. “Are you all right?”

I nod. “Are you?”

“Been better, but I’ll live,” he says.

“I thought you were dead,” I say to him. I still don’t know if I can trust him, but he did bring Rogue here so maybe I can. “Thanks.”

He laughs. “For what? Not dying?”

“For making sure Rogue found me,” I say.

I’m not making a whole lot of sense and the ground feels very unsteady under my feet. Like a boat on turbulent waters. Probably because of shock and getting punched in the head so many times.

“Tito’s inside,” Trinity says, coming out of the trailer. “He’s dead.”

“Tito got what he deserved,” Unholy says. “He was a slimy piece of shit.”

“But still one of my men,” Rogue says, sounding troubled.

“They killed him because he was with you and because you allied with the Devils,” I tell Rogue. “And we have to tell the Devils I’m fine before they come riding into this trap.”

I feel like I might lose consciousness, so I have to get all this info out before that happens.

Rogue tightens his grip on my shoulders. “We’ll take care of all that. But right now, we have to get out of here. Can you walk?”

I nod and wrap my arm around his waist. “But I’ll lean on you if you don’t mind.”

He chuckles. “I don’t mind at all.”

Then he leads the way into the darkness. And a few minutes later, I’m on the back of his bike, both my arms wrapped around his waist, resting against his back, his jacket heavy yet comforting, and so very warm as it keeps the chilly air off my nakedness. The ride is slowly putting all my fears to rest and even the pain is starting to subside.

I’m safe now. And I know I’ll stay that way as long as I have Rogue to hold on to.