Chapter 26 #2
I didn’t understand what was going on. My legs gave in, and I dropped to the floor.
Omen hurried over and zip ties pulled around my wrists, tight enough that they stung and gave me a moment of clarity.
A piece of duct tape was slapped over my mouth.
I had to fight this, I had to do something before they got me out of here.
Connor!
Omen threw me over his shoulder, and I tried to struggle. My mind telling me to fight but my body wasn’t responding.
“The truck is at the side of the house, hurry.”
The walls were closing in on my mind as the drug took effect. The last thing I remembered was Connor’s boots, his legs, a pool of blood. I tried to scream but both the gag and the drug stopped me. Before we’d even left the house, I had drifted into unconsciousness.
It was dark when I woke up. I was groggy and did not know where I was.
I didn’t even remember getting into bed to go to sleep.
But the more aware I became, the more I realized I wasn’t lying down.
I was sitting. In a chair. A hard chair.
I tried to move my hands to touch my head which was fucking killing me, but I couldn’t move them.
A sound to the left had my head snapping up.
“She’s awake.”
I didn’t know the voice. It was cold, menacing. And the beep in the silence told me he had spoken into a cell phone, not to someone else in the room. I snapped my head around and regretted it because everything shifted inside my skull, and I winced at the pain and my stomach heaved.
“The drug is wearing off, you’re gonna feel like shit for a while.”
I didn’t acknowledge him. It was all coming back to me now.
Lily and Omen had taken me. They’d hurt Connor.
My chest swelled with pain, and I felt tears filling my eyes as I wondered if my friend was even still alive, but I blinked them back.
I did not want to let these bastards see me cry.
Once I got my breathing under control, I opened my eyes again and looked across the room.
There was a man leaning against the wall, he had one leg bent with his boot resting against the wall.
His arms were folded, and I could see the cell phone in his hand beneath his elbow.
He was watching me with quiet intensity.
I was shocked by how handsome his face was.
His dark blonde curly hair was haphazardly styled, and his eyes were a piercing green as he stared at me.
Lowering my eyes I saw his biceps were huge, barely contained in the t-shirt he wore.
Then they snagged on the badge sewn into the breast pocket of his cut.
VP. He was the Vice President of what I could only assume was the Kingsmen.
I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my racing heart, still trying to make sense of what happened.
How had we missed that Lily and Omen were the enemy?
She’d played her part so well, the doting Christian wife, the ear to listen to, the one who supported the old ladies daily and volunteered at the church.
What a load of shit. And we’d all fallen for it.
But Omen? He was a patched member of the Devil’s Chaos. I hadn’t known him before I left but he must have paid his dues to be a part of our MC. He’d have been fully checked out. How had they turned him?
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
The man didn’t answer me. He dropped his leg though and straightened up, never taking his eyes off me.
I held my tongue. He would not answer me, and he was expecting me to fill the silence to beg for my release and cry like a little bitch but that wasn’t me.
I would not cry over this. I needed to keep my wits about me so I could get the hell out of here.
Obviously once I untied myself from the chair, overpower Hercules in the corner and get out of a rival MC’s dungeon. Which is what this place looked like. The walls were dark stone, the floor concrete, there was nothing in here but the chair I sat on and a bucket.
I couldn’t see behind me if there was anything else, but my eyes stuck on that bucket, and it made my stomach turn. Only two bare light bulbs illuminated the room. The door was to the left of my silent guard.
I heard the sounds of people moving towards the door and I let out a small sound drawing the man’s eyes to me again.
I trembled. I did not know what was coming for me.
How they intended to hurt me, would they do to me what they did to Declan?
I didn’t think the Kingsmen were beyond hurting a woman.
And it didn’t have to be the way they hurt Declan.
I would fight them with everything I had if they came at me like that. I would rather die than let that happen.
“The best thing you can do is go along with what they want.”
My head snapped back to the VP standing by the door. “Why should I listen to you?” I hissed.
“You don’t have to. I don’t care.”
“Then shut the fuck up,” I snapped.
His expression didn’t change, but I saw a glimmer of something in his eyes.
They were so vividly green, they looked out of place, despite how beautiful he was, his eyes were hard, and he affected a don’t fuck with me demeanor.
When the door opened, he stepped to the side, but he never took his eyes from me.
I swallowed as two men came into the room.
I didn’t know anyone in the Kingsmen and wished now I’d taken the time to study who they were, who the people who wanted to capture me were.
Not that it would do me any good right now.
I struggled against the bonds at my arms, but all that did was make my shoulders hurt from the strain and my wrists burn from the ties.
Turns out I didn’t need a guide to the who’s who of the Kingsmen. I already knew the other guy was the VP, the man approaching me now was the President, his Sargent at Arms beside him.
“Can’t believe they did it,” the President laughed as he looked me up and down. “They were right though,” he ran a thumb along his lower lip. “She’s fucking gorgeous.”
The VP shifted a little, and I caught his eye, but he did nothing to stop his president coming towards me.
I flinched my head back when he reached out his hand, I didn’t want his slimy hands anywhere near me.
He grabbed my hair though because I couldn’t move far enough away and it fucking hurt when he tugged me back towards him, his rough fingers catching on the stitches in the back of my head.
“Why,” he leaned down, so his face was right in front of me. “I’d even go so far to say you’re even prettier than-”
I spit in his face cutting him off. He jumped back in shock, wiping at the phlegm on his cheek.
His anger surged, and I steeled myself for the hit as he lifted his hand to slap me, but the VP moved before he could do it.
He didn’t grab his arm, just put his hand against the president’s chest, his body ahead and between the two of us, stopping his forward momentum.
“Remember the plan.”
“Fuck the plan!” he screamed, and I turned my head away from them, closing my eyes.
It was pretty obvious who was in charge here, no matter who wore what patch. That was some information I would stow away in my brain. It might not come in useful given the VP seemed just as pissed off with me as the rest of them, but you never knew.
“What is going on in here?”
That was a woman’s voice. For the first time since waking up I thought I might be saved, then I remembered how I ended up here, why I had stitches in the back of my head. Lily and Tanya. Sometimes women were worse than men. I had no allies here. I couldn’t allow myself to think that.
The three men backed away as the woman entered the room. I could smell her perfume before I saw her. It triggered a memory in me. I recognized that scent, but I didn’t know how.
The VP went back to his position by the wall, the SA who had yet to open his mouth just glared at me. The president though, he turned angrily to the woman but before he opened his mouth she too cut him off.
“Leave.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“Don’t I?”
I looked up to see the woman arching a brow at him, staring, waiting.
After a few tense moments the president backed off.
He snarled in my direction then stormed out.
What the ever-loving fuck is going on here?
The SA left too, leaving the door ajar. The VP remained where he was.
He wasn’t looking at either of us though, his eyes were on the retreating backs of the two men.
This new arrival was also interesting to me. A woman in control of the President? That was unheard of. Who was she?
I turned my attention back to the woman.
She was beautiful, her dark hair was curled around her shoulders, her make up flawless and she was wearing a pretty green silk shirt, not unlike the color of the VP’s eyes I thought disconcertingly, with a black pencil skirt and high heels.
She came across like the owner of a high-powered company, or a rich trophy wife and she looked like the 1940s actress, Gene Tierney. She didn’t belong in an MC basement.
“Waverley. I’m so glad you’re finally here,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s a genuine pleasure. How would you feel about untying me and letting me go?”
She laughed and that sound also snagged in my brain. I was still confused from the drugging, the shock and adrenalin of waking up here was wearing off and I felt exhaustion trying to pull me under.
“You grew up to be so beautiful. Didn’t she Mace?” she addressed the VP but got no answer. She continued like she hadn’t expected one. “Just like I knew you would.”
What. The. Fuck?
I stared at her again. She waited patiently, a slight smirk on her lips. I didn’t want to connect the dots. I knew what was coming together in my mind was going to break me. But it hit me, and I couldn’t stop the word from spilling out of my mouth.
“Mom?”