Chapter 10
Anchor
“My men have the place surrounded, yours will go in the front with me, while Cannon and his men will take the roof. As soon as we gain control of the warehouse and get rid of any bodies that we shoot, the cops will swarm the place,” Axel growls as he runs a hand through his black, glittery because yes, his old lady likes to play pranks on him when he pisses her off, hair and my jaw ticks hearing the cries coming from inside the fucking warehouse not even a hundred feet away.
The pleas have been echoing for the past ten minutes and every one of us is on edge with what we’re about to storm in on.
“The Pillars are fucking idiots, who doesn’t have men surrounding their main warehouse?” Ace asks, perplexed as he looks around not seeing one man on guard.
Doc snorts, “Them, clearly…” as he eyes me, noticing how tense I am, but I shake my head, not needing the attention.
I get it, I’m jittery, but knowing that fucker is inside there and may know where Summer is… Fuck, trying not to kill him is going to be hard, but I need answers.
“Alright, on three, guns up,” Stone commands, taking charge while Doc grabs his medical bag as Tank grabs his, and I swallow hard, grabbing my pistol from behind my back as I follow Stone towards the large door, all brothers following suit.
Don’t kill the fucker, just injure him, I tell myself as Stone holds his hand up, counts down three fingers, then opens the door, holding his gun up, and a man standing behind turns around with a grin which soon fades as he eyes us, then the guns then curses, “Shit,” noticing our patches.
I sneer as he goes for his gun and quickly shoot him in the head before he can aim his weapon, his body falling to the floor in a heap.
Shouting begins echoing, Axel’s men now inside as gunshots echo in the warehouse, and I shout, “Doc, Tank, go,” just as several more men rush towards us, trying to run.
I aim my gun and fire, one by one, all head shots, each body falling down just as Flame, an Untamed brother, shouts, “The fuckers have run like pussies!”
Fuck!
“Search the fucking place!” Stone commands loudly.
We listen and scatter from room to room, and I growl, “Brother watch your fucking six,” and Ace grunts in acknowledgement as we enter one door but stop in shock at the scene.
Fucking hell.
Chains linked to the floor, a leather strap lying next to them, and blood covers everywhere.
“Jesus!” Ace snaps, and I shake my head as cries and sobs echo, pleading to be let out, and I slap Ace’s shoulder and command, “Let’s go.”
He spits on the floor in disgust and follows me out of the room just as Trigger rushes past us and growls, “There are several dead fucking bodies, even kids, naked and covered in blood in the main room of the warehouse.”
Shit…
I fist my hands just as I hear Dirty shout, “Anchor!” his tone is full of heartbreak, and I lock eyes with Ace, confused, and quickly rush to where his voice came from.
“Anchor!” he shouts again, just as we run into another large room, but stop in complete shock at the scene before us and I snap, “What the fuck?!” in complete disgust and horror.
Hundreds of fucking cages line the walls, stacked on top of each other full of naked women, men, and even kids who all tremble and sob, all pleading to be let out, and the smell, fucking hell…
Dead, all of the fuckers who did this are dead!
“Holy shit,” Ace chokes just as Dirty whispers, “Anchor…” and I look his way only to see he isn’t looking at me, and I frown, following his eyes and everything inside me dies, fucking everything, my stomach dropping, my heart tearing out of my chest and I feel like I’m about to fall.
Fuck, no.
Eyes that I have missed, eyes I only see in my dreams, lock with mine, full of pain, terror, and fear, and I stumble back in complete shock as I choke “Summer?” not wanting this to be real.
It can’t be, please.
“What?” Ace whispers, but I don’t look at him as I watch my girl curl in on herself, putting her head on her bruised, bloodied knees, squeezing her eyes tight.
“No, no, no, please, no,” I choke, shaking my head, taking in the state of her as my breathing picks up.
This can’t be happening.
She’s naked, covered in bruises and cuts, a large purple bruise covering her neck that I can just see, her hair is greasy and ratty, and her ribs are pronounced.
Fuck, please…
Everything inside me is dying bit by bit, and I roar out in absolute agony, causing everyone in the cages to sob louder, but I ignore them as I run over to Summer’s cage.
Fuck, this can’t be happening.
I grab the lock and yank it several times hard before I quickly look around, trying to find the key when Trigger comes up beside me, holding up a set of keys and chokes, “I found them in an office.”
I snatch them off him without making eye contact, Summer my only focus and I begin using every key, cursing when none fit the fucking hole until I find the right one, right near the end of the fucking hoop and I quickly unlock her cage.
I open the door and go to grab her, but she cries, “no, no, no more, no, no…” and cowers against the wall, her whole body shaking and my stomach drops.
Fuck.
“Summer, baby?” I whisper as I gently move my hand inside the cage, and her body trembles even more as she grips her legs, breaking my heart.
Oh Jesus.
“What are the lines on the wall behind her?” Ace asks quietly, and the woman above her admits quietly, “It’s how long she’s been here…”
I eye the lines and bile builds seeing so fucking many of them.
“Shit,” Dirty whispers.
“The one with little star marks, that is when she had a baby kicked out of her, just like I did four days ago,” the woman above admits quietly with a sob, and I flinch, seeing three of the marks before I look back at my girl.
Her head is still down, her nails digging into her calves, making herself bleed and I fuck…
“Sunshine,” I whisper and plead, “look at me, baby.”
She doesn’t look at me, and I go to touch her again, but she screams, “No, no, stay away, no…” pushing herself further into the wall, letting go of her legs and gripping the cage and my eyes tear.
God, please, no.
“What have they done to her?” I hear Trigger choke, and the woman above her whispers, “She was raped an hour before you got here, when she woke five minutes ago, she was disappointed she wasn’t dead.”
I look over her again and notice the blood underneath her, and my body trembles, my hand shaking where I have it mid-air, wanting to grab her but not knowing how.
Regret, like I said, is a hard pill to swallow, and I’m regretting not dragging her into my office and demanding answers that day, fuck, I could have kicked the shit out of that fucker then demanded an explanation.
What the fuck have I done?
I go to grab her again, and yet again she screams loudly and Dirty whispers, “Go slow, brother.”
I shake my head and demand, “Someone go get a fucking blanket.”
“I’ve got one, brother,” Trigger whispers just as footsteps echo and Axel curses, “Fucking hell,” and Doc demands, “Why in the fuck is that cage open? The cops will be here in twenty minutes, we’re not to touch anyone unless it’s life or death, Anchor!”
“Shitting hell,” I hear Cannon curse, but I don’t turn around and look, instead, I confess, “It’s Summer,” not taking my eyes off her cowering.
“No,” Doc rasps, and I lean forward again to get her out of the cage, but this time she kicks out and screams, “No, I won’t go, you can’t have me, no!”
My tears fall at her distress, pain like no other consuming me.
“Summer, please, baby, come here, it’s me, Eric,” I plead and lean to get her again, but her fight strengthens as she kicks out again before pushing herself further into the cage, and I turn and look at Doc, showing everyone my heartbreak, my tears, and ask, “What the fuck do I do? How do I get her outta of there?”
Docs watery eyes meet mine, and he says firmly, “Just grab her.”
“Won’t that traumatize her even more?” Dirty asks softly but I don’t look at him, instead I keep eye contact with my pres.
Doc nods but admits, “If we don’t take her now, the cops will, and she’ll be committed, her behavior is proving she’s been here for a long fucking time and that she is not with reality,” he nods to the cage, “Grab your girl, brother.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
“Let him take you, number two,” the girl above her pleads, and Doc questions, “Number two?”
I look at my cowering girl as the girl above explains, “That is what she’s called, she’s the second most wanted by the clients.”
No…
I flinch as the men curse, and without thinking too much of it, I lean forward quickly and pick my girl up, one arm behind her back, another underneath her bloodied knees, her blood instantly going on my arms, and her fight or flight instincts kick in.
She screams, “No, get off me,” as she fights me, hitting me, trying to kick, to buck herself out of my arms as I drag her out of the fucking cage.
I hold her tight as I lift her out, and her terror gets louder as she cries, “No, Eric, I want Eric, get off me, please, no, not again, Eric!”
“Fuck, she doesn’t realize it’s him who's holding her.” I hear Dirty rasp as she fights harder, trying to hit me.
My tears fall as I plead, “Doc…” as I hold her even tighter so she doesn’t fall but also trying not to hurt her, and Doc rushes over with a needle and whispers, “Sorry, sweetheart,” as he presses it into her neck, and within seconds, she goes limp in my arms, her whispered plea, “Eric,” breaking my fucking heart.
Women sobbing’s echoes, and a man in one of the cages rasps, “Eric is the man she always calls out for in her sleep. When they take her, she tries to hold it in, her pleas for him to save her, sometimes even tries not to fight knowing how much they like it but I think Eric is the reason why she kept fighting.”
I let out a sob and press my face into her hair as a blanket is wrapped around her before a hand clamps on my shoulder and gently pushes me towards the door, and my feet follow the instructions.
“We’ll meet you back at the clubhouse,” Doc rasps as someone shouts, “Look after her please, she’s been here the longest!”
I don’t reply and walk out, brothers in the hallway looking at me with confusion as I take my girl through the warehouse, glancing at the first room I went into on my way out, out of instinct, and my heart sinks as the woman’s confession hits me like a ton of fucking bricks.
“She was raped an hour ago…”
The chains, the leather, the bruise on her neck. Fuck.
More tears fall, and I walk out of the warehouse, holding her even closer to me.
“Brother?” I hear Stone and I look up at him and showing my pain, my tears streaming and I choke, “I need you to take me to the clubhouse, brother.”
He frowns, looking over Summer, but nods as he points at two prospects and snaps, “Bring our bikes back, but one scratch, I swear to fuck, I’ll kill you myself.”
They nod numbly, their eyes looking at Summer, and Stone quickly opens a van door for me, helping me climb in, and as soon as I’m situated, I press my face back into Summer's hair while Stone climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the van, driving off, not saying anything as I sob.
Raped, she was raped, repeatedly.
“Brother?” Stone questions after twenty minutes of silence and knowing he needs answers I choke, “She’s my Summer…”
“Fuck, no,” he snaps as he hits the steering wheel several time, but I don’t look up, instead, I hold her limp body tighter to me, and I sob, my whole body trembling at the horror she’s gone through, a horror I don’t even know she’ll survive because if what that girl said was true, my girl wants to die.