Chapter Three #2
Mace didn’t like that. Not a bit. Still, he kept his mouth shut and went down further in my estimation. He was no better than the President. She looked as if she was about to leave and I still had no idea why I was here.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“Oh, now you want to talk,” she brushed at her hair, her chin tilted up like she was some kind of aristocrat. “Well, unfortunately, I no longer feel in the sharing mood.”
“Wait, you can’t just keep me here like this,” I wriggled in the chair, trying in vain to untangle my wrists from the thick rope. “Tell me why I’m here.”
“Darling, you will find out at the right time. I have weekend plans and a trip I can’t avoid. We’ll be moving you to a more comfortable location,” she glanced around in distaste and I got the impression it was more about her dislike than my comfort.
With that, she headed for the door, her stiletto heels clicking on the concrete floor. Then she said something that made me question her motives again.
“See no harm comes to her, I do not want to hear about anyone in a room with her, but you.”
Mace’s shoulders tightened but he nodded as she stepped out without another word.
I couldn’t understand how dad had got it so wrong about Danica.
Why did he think she was dead? And why would she slap me, tell me that she is responsible for all the shit that has gone down?
Then ask this stranger, a member of the club causing all the trouble, to ensure no one hurts me.
How long is she planning on keeping me before she decides to tell me what is going on?
Everyone would be out looking for me. I had no clue where I was, or if they even knew how I had been taken off the compound.
I couldn’t rely on anyone else to get me out of here but myself.
How could I do that tied up without the ability to even speak to my captor?
My God damn mother.
Mace had started to follow her out.
“Wait!” I shouted. He paused halfway through the door and looked at me. “You can’t leave me tied up like this,” I said, fear welling up again.
I couldn’t be left here completely helpless. If I’m untied, I can at least try to figure out how to get out of this, but he just stared at me, then stepped out and shut the door. He didn’t slam it, the infuriating bastard. But the snap of the lock clicking into place was loud and clear.
I choked back a sob. I didn’t know what happened to Connor, or if he was okay. Had he sounded the alarm, let my dad and the others know? Did Rosa come back and help him? Now I knew Lily, that bitch, created some sort of diversion to get Rosa out of the house.
The more I speculated, the harder my nose burned with the attempts to stop myself from crying.
I wouldn’t show any weakness to them. I was glad Danica left pissed off.
Fuck her, it didn’t matter what she said, nothing would make me believe the woman who disappeared from my life when I was a baby.
No excuse was ever going to make me forgive or believe her bullshit.
I let my mind wander as I sat there, wriggling my wrists trying to get some slack between the rope and the wooden sides of the chair. Warren didn’t tell Connor how bad Declan was when they got to the hospital. All I knew was he was there, and he was safe from the Kingsmen.
We thought they wouldn’t be able to trick us again, but no one could have predicted Lily and Omen were working on the inside.
Why had they waited so long to show their hand.
Shit, Lily was a good actress. She completely changed the moment she injected that needle into my neck.
She was definitely no church going, God fearing Christian woman.
I spent what felt like an hour working on the ropes.
The back spindles on the chair had started to give some.
My nails were fucked up and painful and the slickness I was using to my advantage was definitely blood.
I wouldn’t think about that. It was helping but my shoulders were screaming at the odd angle and the rope was burning and tearing at my skin.
My mind kept going back to Hudson. He was hurt, that much was obvious but he went after Declan for me.
Would he have done that if he hated me? I definitely didn’t hate him, not anymore.
I was shocked when my wrist slipped upwards.
The rope was around the base on my thumb, it had slipped over, and I was able to start lifting my arm to get it out of the rope.
My shoulder spasmed and cramped as I tried to lift, and something in my neck pinched, making me cry out in pain.
“Deep breath,” I grimaced to myself. It’ll pass and then I can pull my hand out. It wasn’t much but it was a small victory.
The door opened and I was too surprised at how quietly he had appeared, to actually be able to swing my arm around and do anything. Mace came towards me with another syringe.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, my feet scrambling against the concrete floor as I willed my muscles to work and bring my arm round to fend him off.
“Sorry.”
He didn’t sound in the least bit sorry, but he didn’t ram the needle in like Lily had, although you couldn’t really say drugging anyone with a hypodermic needle was gentle.
Still, it only pinched this time, rather than feeling as if I’d been stabbed.
I stared at him as my eyes began to droop.
He had one hand on my arm, stopping me from slumping sideways.
I couldn’t be sure, but I think he may have repeated his apology, this time with more sincerity.
My mouth was dry, and my stomach cramped with hunger when I woke up for the second time in captivity. At least this time my hands weren’t tied, and I was lying on a bed.
Slowly I raised myself up to a sitting position and looked around, my head pounding and that lingering feeling of nausea made me squeeze my eyes shut for a second.
I was in a bedroom, the overhead light was on, but the bulb must have been low watt because it was fairly dim in here, which I was grateful for right now.
I swung my legs over the side of the single bed, which was pushed up against the wall.
My feet touched plush carpet and I frowned.
How had I gone from a dingy basement to this?
It was a small room and sparsely furnished, just the bed with a single pillow and duvet.
There was a table pushed against the wall at the end of the bed, which was where a dresser or wardrobe would normally be.
A TV with a remote control in front of it was the only thing on the table besides a bottle of water and a sealed sandwich.
The water called to me, but I wasn’t sure about the food.
Although it was all sealed. I assumed it was Mace who brought them in and it scared me he was in here while I was unconscious.
I’d come back to the food later, even though my stomach was growling at the thought of eating.
I walked to the door, grabbed the handle and twisted but it didn’t budge.
I thought about banging on it, but why alert them I was awake?
The window was another bust because it was boarded up, on the outside.
I couldn’t see even a sliver of light, so I had no idea what time of day it was.
I tried to lift the sash anyway but it was nailed shut.
I poked at the nails but they were so embedded in the wood, I would never be able to pull them out.
I walked around the room, testing the rotation in my wrists, which were still sore but I had good mobility, although the rope burns were stinging.
Any blood that had been there was cleaned up.
I frowned and stared around the room again.
As I looked up into the corner of the ceiling over the door, I saw a small white box with a blinking light.
I walked closer, peering into the dark corner.
“Motherfucker,” I whispered. It was a camera. They were watching. I raised my middle finger. I didn’t know if the camera was being watched but it made me feel better anyway.
I was getting really thirsty, my mouth so dry, from the drugging as much as not having had a drink for hours. I grabbed the water bottle and snapped the seal as it opened, so much for being cautious, I downed the whole thing in one go. It barely sated my thirst, and I kept eyeing the sandwich.
Danica said no harm was to come to me, but they’d already drugged me twice. The pain in my stomach got the better of me though. I inspected the packaging, it was totally sealed so I decided it was ok. I took it back to the bed and sat down, eating slowly after giving it a sniff.
Had Danica contacted King? Did they want a ransom of some sort?
Dad knew who had me, but he wouldn’t have a clue about Danica.
King was convinced she was dead. Why did she fake her death?
I could go mad trying to figure it all out.
I had to speak to Danica again, I needed to know what she wanted from me.
First time someone showed up, I’d ask, no demand, she came back to talk to me.
Wherever I’d been moved to, it was not their clubhouse.
It was too quiet. At any given time there was a party of some description going on at the Devil’s Chaos.
Even when there wasn’t, there were a lot of people hanging around, it was never quiet.
I didn’t know the set up the Kingsmen had, I’d heard they weren’t as big as the Devil’s Chaos, but bikers were bikers no matter where they were situated, or how many of them there were.
And if I was nowhere near the compound, then my family wouldn’t know where to look.
My head was pounding from trying so hard not to think about everyone back home. But I always saw Hudson when I closed my eyes. I tried to take some comfort in thinking that somewhere, Hudson was out there doing everything he could to find me.
I kept looking at the camera, there was no light switch in here, which was weird, so I had no way to turn off the light to prevent them watching me. Who exactly was out there? The thought of their President watching made my skin crawl.
I’d been growing more uncomfortable as the hours wore on. Downing that water hadn’t been a good idea, although fuck knew how long it had been since I last went to the bathroom. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up and looked at the camera.
“Unless you want me to piss all over the floor, someone needs to come let me out.” I wasn’t about to do that, the thought disgusted me. But if I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, there was going to be an accident.
After at least another ten minutes, a heard a lock turn on the door. If my brain was functioning better I would have grabbed something to hit whoever came in, not that there was much in here. Instead, I backed all the way across the room until I hit the wall. Mace came into the room.
“Why is the Vice President of a Motorcycle Club babysitting me? You in the bad books?”
I goaded him, hoping for some kind of reaction. He’d already proven he wasn’t one to needlessly use his words. As expected, he didn’t answer as he closed the door over, he did have a set of handcuffs in his hand though.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I eyed the cuffs.
He still didn’t say anything as he walked towards me. I held up my hands to ward him off, ready to fight the fucker if he thought he was going to hurt me. But all that did was make it easier for him to grab my hands and snap the cuffs over my wrists.
I winced at the pain, but he hadn’t tightened them to the point where they pinched my skin, just enough to keep me restrained. He pulled me to the door by my arm and I cursed and fought him all the way, demanding he tell me what was going on.
We only went across the hall to another room, I didn’t even get chance to glance around and try to figure out where the hell I was. He pushed me into a bathroom.
“Hurry up,” he said.
“Er, I think this might be a problem,” I raised my cuffed wrists.
“Why do you think I cuffed you at the front. Deal with it.”
“Prick.” I started to close the door, but he held out a hand to stop me. “Seriously?” I frowned. “You have some sort of pee fetish?”
He didn’t answer me, just pulled the door partially over but not enough that I had complete privacy. The room was spotless, all white fixtures and a black and white checkered floor, but again, there was nothing else in here.
There was a mirror over the sink but even if I could smash it without him getting to me first, I’d never be able to hold or wield the glass without hurting myself. There were bruises on my cheek, dark circles under my eyes and my hair was a mess. But that was the least of my worries.
It wasn’t easy but I managed to get my pants and underwear down enough to pee. I did what I had to, flushed and went to wash my hands. I leaned over the sink filling my hands with the cool water and splashing it over my face.
When I straightened up, Mace was watching me.
I scrambled to think of something to prevent me going back into that room, but he didn’t give me the chance, pulling me by my upper arm, he closed the door again and produced a key to the cuffs.
He obviously didn’t think I was any threat and to be fair, he was at least a foot taller than me and built like a tank, I’d never be able to get the upper hand.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you letting her use you to keep me here?”
I wasn’t expecting much but hoped the insinuation Danica was in charge would force him to react. He stayed true to form and didn’t speak as he uncuffed me. I rubbed my wrists and his eyes flicked to them before looking back up at me.
“I can see you don’t like her, I’m not stupid. And I know your President doesn’t like her, but he let her talk down to him. My father would never let that happen.”
“She isn’t the one in control.”
“No?” I folded my arms over my chest. “Sure looked like it to me. No self-respecting MC member would let a woman throw him out of a room.”
“Did you see me leave?”
“So she just has control of your President then?” His jaw clenched. “Did you piss someone off? Or are you the only one she trusts because the rest of this MC are a bunch of fucking idiots.”
His scowl deepened and his fists clenched. I didn’t think he would hit me, but I didn’t want to push him too far and find out. I inadvertently took a step back. His eyes narrowed, he was stony again.
“They know you took me. They’ll come for me.”
“They won’t find you.”
With those ominous words he walked out and locked the door behind him.