Deadly Ruck (Ruck Boys #6)

Chapter 1

Chapter One

Chelsea

The darkness was absolute.

I tried to shake the hood off my face, but it wouldn't budge.

The zip tie which bound my wrists together was too tight for me to slip my hands free. The second the back of the car was shut behind me, I tried. All I did was chafe my skin, rubbing it against the hard plastic until it was all but raw.

I wanted to shout for help, but no one would have heard me over the roar of the engine, and the traffic around us. Traffic that gradually tapered off before the car slowed and turned onto a dirt road.

I managed to suppress blind panic, but fear refused to lessen, much less dissipate.

Terror mixed with disappointment. Scared of who grabbed me and threw me in the back of a car, and the expectation of what they might do to me.

Disappointment in myself for letting it happen.

I was lost in my head, angry at being fired.

I let it distract me. I should have been paying attention, and I wasn't.

I let my guard down and now… I was going to suffer for it.

I was going to die.

Fuck!

I could have screamed at the universe. At the the timing too. How had the press learned about my past? Why did anyone give a shit about what I used to do?

I used to take my clothes off for money, so what? It shouldn't have been anyone's business but mine. It sure as hell shouldn't have been the news headline. Not in Dusk Bay, or anywhere else. If I lived long enough to find out who told them, I was going to make them fucking pay.

All of this, right now, was their fault.

Okay, and mine. I knew this day had to come, and I still wasn't ready for it. Now, here I was, in the back of a car, being taken to fuck knows where. Had my guys noticed I was missing yet? If they hadn't, they would soon enough. They were going to be furious.

They'd burn the world down until they found me.

I couldn't shake the feeling they might already be too late.

Underneath me, the car jolted, bouncing over the rough road. I was thrown against the side of the car, my shoulder hitting the boot door hard.

I cried out from the sudden pain. Nothing was broken, but that was going to bruise. Tears prickled my eyes.

Don't lose your shit, I told myself. The only way you get out of here in one piece is if you keep it together. You're Chelsea fucking Miller. Doctor Chelsea fucking Miller. You're smart, strong and resourceful. If you let them freak you out, they have the upper hand.

I wanted to tell my inner voice they already had the upper hand, but she was right.

I had to remain calm. If I didn't, I'd miss potential opportunities to save my own ass.

All I needed was one. A turn back. A window I could push open.

Something. Rational thought and patience would find a chance for me. Not freaking out.

I focused on my breathing. In and out, slowly. Visualised arriving home, the guys all hugging me. All of them having worried about me. Laughing it off as though this was nothing.

The car slowed and came to a stop.

This is it , I told myself. Whatever happens now, you'll be fine. You've been through stuff before, you'll get through this.

The engine died and the car doors opened and thudded shut. Footsteps crunched on gravel, around to the back of the car. The boot was opened, bringing with it a rush of cooler air.

Hands slid under my body, lifting me before I was thrown over a shoulder. Blood rushed to my head. Once again, I forced myself to keep calm. Keep breathing. Keep listening and thinking and paying attention.

Judging by the sound of footsteps around us, we weren't alone. I couldn't tell how many of them there were. A few at least. People who worked for Dominic King, Nyla Fox and Carlos Jones.

What did they want from me?

Carlos Jones and the Crimson Viper cartel dealt in human trafficking. I couldn't rule out that was their intention here. They'd sell me to someone who wanted to use my body until he was tired of me.

I swallowed back a knot of panic that tried to work its way back up. If that was what they had planned for me, I'd deal with it. I'd find a way to escape and get back at them, twice as hard. Whatever happened, I'd be a survivor.

Keys jangled and a door was unlocked. Whoever carried me walked up several wooden steps and across a wooden floor.

The door was closed behind us and locked with an ominous couple of clicks.

I was carried deeper into the structure and lowered down. I found something soft under me. A mattress.

I couldn't help the shiver of fear that passed through me. I was right. They'd brought me here to rape me. If I had to guess, I'd bet we were a long way from anything or anyone. If I screamed, no one would hear. Should I try anyway?

No, I had to keep myself contained. Pretend I wasn't scared out of my wits.

The mattress dipped as a heavy body lay down beside me and placed a hand on my hip. Reflexively, I flinched. Tried to roll away. They grabbed me and pulled me back.

"Where do you think you're going?" A male voice growled.

I froze.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck? Storm?"

The hood was yanked up over my head, messing my hair. I looked over into his amused, stormy grey eyes.

"Who else? No one is allowed to kidnap you but us." He jerked his head to the other five guys, who sat or stood beside the mattress.

I struggled to sit up, my hands still bound behind my back. "You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were—" I blinked back ridiculous tears. Why was I crying right now?

Frost and Dallas came to sit on either side and wind their arms around me.

"We didn't mean to scare you," Frost said. "We saw your text message about being fired and figured you'd want some help taking your mind off that. The last time we did this, you liked it." He looked full of regret, eyes sad, mouth turned down.

"We're sorry," Dallas whispered.

"I'm not," Storm said. "You should have known we wouldn't let anyone do this to you. If they had?—"

"You would have rearranged their face," Atlas and Jay finished his sentence for him simultaneously.

"Fucking right I would." He gave them a nod.

"You want to take this off?" I jerked my head over my shoulder, in the direction of the zip tie.

It was Ramsey who hurried to the kitchen to search for something sharp. He came back with a knife, which he used to carefully slice through the plastic, freeing my wrists.

I shook them out and rubbed them for a while. "I don't know if I should be angry at you guys or touched. Most guys wouldn't think to kidnap their girlfriend to cheer her up. That's really sweet."

Storm was right, I should have known they wouldn't let it happen.

"Definitely touched," Frost said.

"Touched is perfect," Dallas agreed. He placed the tips of his fingers on my chin and turned my face to kiss me. "That's what we brought you here for."

"All the touching." Frost turned my head so he could kiss me too.

The team was going to notice the absence of half of its players, but I couldn't bring myself to care right now. If I ever needed to let off steam and be loved, it was now. Right here. Now I appreciated the fact I could scream and not be overheard.

Between them, Dallas and Frost eased my clothes off until I was naked on the mattress in front of all of my guys.

"Now she's here, we should keep her that way," Atlas said, picking up items of my clothing and tucking them under his arm.

"I like how you think," Jay said. "She looks perfect like that."

"Maybe we should," Storm agreed. "We could stay here forever. Order in food once in a while."

"Too many people would miss you," I said as Frost slowly made his way down my body with his mouth, kissing here and sucking there before lowering his head between my legs, tasting my pussy with his tongue.

"I could retire," Storm said stubbornly. He shook his head to himself and started to shed his clothes.

In a minute or two, I was surrounded by six, naked muscular men who all loved me. The lingering fear of the last couple of hours was gone from my mind. The only thing that mattered right now was skin on skin and Frost's tongue on my clit.

Dallas lavished attention on my breasts with his mouth, sucking one nipple, then the other. Every couple of minutes, he switched to the opposite one, making certain they both got their fair share of spoiling.

"Why do you always taste so good?" Frost asked. He smiled at me with his eyes while tracing circles around my clit piercing with the tip of his tongue.

"I could ask you the same question," I said, my breath already ragged. There was nothing about any of them that didn't feel and taste good.

"Pineapple," Ramsey said simply.

I choked back a laugh, which ended abruptly when Frost pressed a couple of fingers inside me, hooking them around and rubbing them over my G spot.

"You're weird," Storm told him.

"Thank you," Ramsey said graciously. He stood watching Frost while slowly stroking his hand up and down his erection.

"Make her come," Storm said to Frost.

Frost made a noise of agreement in the back of his throat and worked me more firmly with his tongue and fingers.

Who was I to argue? I arched my back and shouted to the ceiling as the first orgasm claimed me. I was barely down when Frost was kneeling between my knees and sliding his cock into me.

"Mmm." I exhaled slowly as he slid in and out of me, our bodies making wet sucking sounds with each thrust. His bare skin slapped against mine over and over, the sound mesmerising.

"Come inside her," Storm told him. "We all want to watch."

"Yes, we do," Ramsey agreed.

Atlas groaned. "I find myself agreeing with Storm again."

Storm chuckled. "When you're right, you're right."

"It had to happen eventually," Atlas teased.

"Fuck off," Storm told him, but it was a brotherly tone, not the antagonistic one they used to share.

"Ignore them," Frost said as he drove into me. "I'm trying to."

"Ignore who?" I joked, my eyes half-closed. "I can't hear anything. Just us fucking."