Chapter 8
Free
I could picture myself balls deep in that girl. I could picture pulling orgasm after orgasm from her sweet little body. Something about redheads just does it for me. My cock strains against my zipper, just thinking about her naked and open for me.
I reach down and adjust that fucker before walking over to Mask and slapping him on the shoulder.
“You ready for this?”
“I’m always ready. Why you in such a good mood?”
“I don’t know. Just am. Ready to get back on my bike and ride, brother. Been too long for me.”
“Heard that. I’m the same way. Ready to ride.”
“Then let’s do this,” I tell him. He nods his head, and we both turn to walk out the door when I glance back down the hallway. I see Addison sticking her head out the door, and our eyes lock. She’s beautiful. Not at all what I expected her to be, even though she looked good in her pictures. Most of the girls who come from the traffickers look sickly and bruised. Addison does have bruises, but not what I expected.
I smile at her and give her a little wave before she waves back. Something about her makes me wonder if I’m doing the wrong thing with her. Is giving her the drugs wrong? I don’t know why I feel this, but I do.
Ignoring the nagging in the back of my head, I turn and walk out the door and straight over to my bike. The shipment we’re guarding isn’t far from here. In fact, it’s one of the closest ones we’ve ever done.
We load up on the bikes and head out on our way over to the warehouse where the van is being loaded. It doesn’t take long before we pull into the parking lot and kill the engines. Climbing off the bikes, we head inside. Marco meets us at the door and eyes us up and down.
“You’re early.”
“We’re on time,” Mask tells him as I glance around at the guns being loaded into the back of the vans. I let out a low whistle.
“Nice product you got there,” I tell Marco. He chuckles and nods his head.
“You like?”
“I love.”
“Yeah, they’re nice, but they’ll be better when they aren’t in my hands.”
“Heard that. Long prison sentence there.” I nod toward the guns still being loaded into the back of the van.
“You see why I need the protection,” he says. I do see why. Anyone could be tipped off about the assortment of guns he’s running right now, and they could be ambushed. Not that it doesn’t happen when there’s a security team in place, it has, but it’s less likely than if the truck was traveling alone.
“I see why,” I tell him. He walks over and checks the van and the rest of the guns as they’re being loaded. I glance over at Mask.
“You got a bad feelin’?” I ask him. He shakes his head.
“No. You?”
“A little. Somethin’ off in the pit of my stomach, brother.”
“Could it be the girl?”
“Possibly. I don’t like leavin’ her alone like that. She’s still new.”
“She’s been there a few days now. She’ll be okay.”
“Yeah. As long as Bunny keeps her hands off her,” I tell him. He laughs this time, throwing his head back.
“Bunny have a type now, too?”
“Yeah. Apparently, she likes redheads as much as I do,” I tell him. I didn’t know that at the time, but I do now. She let it slip while I was out in the main room listening to the girls having a chat about Addison. Bunny made it clear she wanted the first go at her, but I don’t know if Addison rolls that way. I suppose it would be interesting to see once she gets the drugs what she’s willing to do and with who.
“That why you bought her? For yourself?”
“No. I just liked her picture the most. All the others looked the same. She stuck out like a sore thumb, man. It was an obvious choice.”
“She is pretty hot.”
“Yeah, she is.” I won’t tell him how cute she looks when she’s asleep, either, since I’ve watched her the past few nights. She curls up on her side in a little ball and falls asleep with her lips slightly parted. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time. I know I shouldn’t get attached to the girl, but there’s just something about her I can’t get past. Something more than what I can see.
I shake my head and scrub my hand over my face to get myself back in the game. When Marco is done loading his van, we head back out to the bikes.
“Pike, you and Van take the back. We’ll take the front,” Mask tells them. They nod their heads in agreement as we climb back on our bikes. I slide my helmet on, pull up in front of the bay doors, and wait. When they open, me and Mask take the lead. We pull out of the warehouse and out onto the road.
The ride is nice. Calming. It gives me a sense of peace being back on my bike and just riding. Not that it’s been a long time, it hasn’t. We ride every day, but something about the open road just does it for me. I love it. I love the speed, the way I can do what I like with no one to bother me.
The ride is going smoothly until it’s not. I hear the revving of engines just as two cars speed past us on each side. It doesn’t take us any time to realize what’s happening when the windows roll down. Shots are fired, and Mask and I do the best we can to weave past them.
Steering with one hand, we pull our guns and fire back with the other. We shoot at the cars until one runs off the road and disappears behind us. The other continues to fire when a sharp pain rips through my arm.
“Fuck!” I roar as I try to keep from wrecking my bike. I put my gun back into the holster and use my good arm to steer the bike off the side of the road, motioning for the others to keep going. If they stop, they’re fucked.
I grab my gun and walk back toward the first car that went off the road, ready to shoot someone in the face for what they did. When I reach the car, I see a female climbing out, dazed and confused.
“You bitch,” I say, raising the gun and aiming it directly at her.
“Don’t shoot, please.”
“Beggin’ already? You shot at us first, you crazy fuck!”
“I don’t have a choice!”
“Yeah, you did. Drive past us,” I tell her as calmly as I can. I don’t like shooting women. I truly don’t, but I will if I need to.
“Oh yeah, that would have worked wonderfully!”
“What the fuck is your problem? You shot at us, bitch.”:
“Like I had a choice,” she says as she stands dazed next to her car.
“Who are you workin’ for?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
“You have two choices here. Walk away from this by tellin’ me what I want to know or die on the side of the road. Either way, I don’t give a fuck.”
“Street Kings.”
“The gang?” I ask. “What are you doin’ for them?”
“I just drive. The other guy was supposed to shoot and collect.”
“Then why the fuck are you shootin’?”
“Why not?” She snaps back at me. I’ve had enough of this. My cell is ringing in my pocket, probably one of the guys checking in on me. I have two choices here. Kill or let her go. Killing her seems the best option since she was shooting at us, but I don’t feel like killing a woman today. So, instead, I motion for the car.
“You got a rope?”
“In the trunk.”
“Get it out,” I order, motioning to the car once more. She walks over and pops her trunk, pulling the rope free before holding it out to me like she knows what this is.
“Don’t plan on fightin’ me?”
“I’d rather be alive,” she says as I take the rope with my bad arm. I wince at the pain, but this needs to be done so she isn’t shooting at anyone else.
I shove my gun into the back of my jeans and grab her wrists, tying them together with the rope. Once she’s tied up, I shove her back against her car and glance around. No one will see her off the road right here. It’s down a small embankment. It’s perfect.
“I could kill you.”
“You’re not going to.”
“You don’t think so?” I ask her as I wince from the pain in my arm. It hurts like a motherfucker.
“You’re in pain,” she says, nodding toward the hole in my arm.
“No shit. You shot me,” I remind her. She shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal to her. I step closer to her. She’s trying so hard to put up a front, but it isn’t working. I can see how she trembles the closer I get to her. And I step closer still to make my point.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about it. Killin’ you. Lettin’ your friend come back and pick you up off the ground.”
“Then do it,” she urges, her voice shaking slightly. She’s scared, and I can see it in her eyes.
“I could, but I don’t like killin’ women.”
“Then what are you going to do?”
“I could fuck you. No one would hear you scream.” Now she trembles. Her whole body shakes as she thinks about that. No one would hear her out here, and no one would see shit either. I could fuck her over the side of her car, but I’m not that kind of guy. I’m not a rapist.
“You’re sick,” she hisses at me, and I smile.
“You think so? You haven’t seen shit yet,” I tell her. I step closer and run the barrel of my gun down her neck and over her chest before pressing it into her chest.
“You think I’m sick?” I ask, pushing the gun a little harder into her chest. She gasps as she looks up at me but doesn’t say another word. That’s when I move it lower and lower until it’s resting between her legs. Then I kick her feet apart so she’s spread open for me. I use the barrel of the gun and slide it between her legs, rubbing her in all the right places. She bites her lips between her teeth as she glares at me.
“Don’t like it?” I ask her. She shakes her head, but I know she’s lying. She likes the hard steel between her thighs. She likes the friction, and I know it. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Fuck you.”
“You didn’t wanna do that, remember?” I remind her. My cell rings again, and this time, I pull it out and answer.
“What?”
“You good?”
“Yeah, you want me to catch up?” I ask Mask.
“You hit?”
“In the arm.”
“No, go back and get that handled,” he replies.
“On it. See you in a few days,” I tell him before hanging up the phone. “Guess it’s your lucky day.” I pull the gun from between her legs and shove it into the back of my jeans.
“Where’s my friend?”
“Probably dead. You’re on your own now,” I declare as I turn and walk away.
“You can’t leave me here!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”
“Please. I can’t go back there,” she begs. Does she really not want to go back to where she came from? Was she really not wanting to shoot at us?
“Why should I help you? You fuckin’ shot me.”
“They’ll kill me.”
“I could kill you.”
“You didn’t, though. Please,” she begs once more. I think about it for a long second before I walk back over, grab her by the rope around her wrists, and drag her back up the hill and over toward my bike. I help her on before I climb on.
“How am I supposed to hold on?”
“Not my problem. Better figure it out quickly.” I feel her hands knot into the back of my cut as I take off. It isn’t my problem if she falls off before we get back.
I ride back to the clubhouse, pissed off I’ve lost the few days reprieve because this bitch shot me. I’m pissed off that I’m going to have to take time to heal from this shit too.
When I pull into the parking lot, I climb off with her right behind me.
“Now what?”
“Now you become my test subject. Just remember you asked for this shit,” I tell her. She looks at me confused and almost tries to step back but thinks better of it. Instead she follows me into the clubhouse as I hold the door open for her. We walk inside and over to the bar, where a few of the other guys are sitting.
“You were hit?” Bunny asks as soon as she sees my arm. I nod my head before she takes off toward the bathroom, and Nails stalks over.
“You were hit, Free? What the hell? Are you okay?” she asks, feeling me up as she checks on me.
“I’ll be fine, darlin’. Can you get this bitch situated in a room?” I ask, nodding toward the girl. Nails looks over at her and eyes her up and down for a long second.
“Who is she?”
“The bitch who shot me.” I see the fire rise in her eyes, but she doesn’t make a move to touch the girl. I don’t need any catfights over me today and Nails has been known to throw down over me even though we aren’t anything. I know she wants more, but that isn’t going to happen.
“Are you kidding me? You brought her here?”
“She needed a place to go. I’m gonna test the latest product on her.” Nails’ eyes light up now as she takes the girl in and nods her head.
“Nice thinking, Free. Come with me,” she sneers at the girl, who gives me a thankful smile. Bunny comes rushing back with the first aid kit and gets started on my arm. Before long she has me cleaned up and stitched. I thank her before grabbing a bottle of Jack and heading to my room to numb the fucking pain I’m in.
Shoving the door open, I stop in my tracks. Addison is standing there naked, wearing nothing but the goddamn shackle around her ankle. Fuck me, does my cock respond to her. That bastard hardens in my jeans as I take her in. Bruises litter her perfect flesh, but that doesn’t matter. They don’t make her any less gorgeous.
“What the hell are you doing?” she snaps at me.
“Drinkin’,” I reply, holding up the bottle for her to see. She quickly covers herself before sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at me.
“You said you’d be gone a few days.” I hold up my bad arm to show her what happened but fuck; I can’t get her body out of my head.
“I got shot,” I tell her. Her eyes widen before she stands and walks over to me. She takes my hand in hers and stretches my arm out, examining the wound.
“Holy shit. Does it hurt?”
“Yeah, pretty damn bad too.”
“Free? This bitch wants to talk to you,” I hear Nails behind me. I turn and look over my shoulder to see the girl who shot me standing there.
“What?”
“What are you going to do with me?” she asks.
“What’s your name?” I ask her. I need to know names here.
“Kelly.”
“Well, Kelly, you signed up to test my drugs. Go, be a good girl and get your chain put on, or I could keep you in here too,” I tell her, nodding toward Addison. Kelly looks down at the shackle around her ankle, and her lips part before her eyes shoot back to mine.
“You can’t do this.”
“You shot me,” I remind her.
“She’s the one who shot you?” Addison asks. I nod my head and see the fire dancing in her eyes. It’s strange to see that there, considering I just bought her. They don’t usually get attached to me.
“Yeah, she did.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Addison screams, stepping toward her. I take in the sight before me, wondering what the hell is wrong with her. “How could you do that?”
“I did what was expected. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
“Someone should hurt you back!” Addison yells at her.
“Let’s just calm down, ladies.”
“What do you want me to do with her?” Nails asks this time. I smirk.
“Go get me another chain and shackle. Bring it in here,” I tell her. Two for the price of one. This is going to work out to my advantage. Kelly turns her gaze to mine, and I smile at her.
“You see, Addison? She’s here because I bought her. You’re here because you begged for it. Both of you are gonna be my new test subjects,” I explain to her. She doesn’t understand until Addison opens her mouth.
“He makes drugs, you idiot. You just got yourself into this mess,” she tells her. I nod as she speaks, and Kelly watches me.
“You make drugs?”
“Sex drugs,” Addison blurts out. Kelly looks between the two of us, shaking her head.
“I’m not fucking you.”
“Didn’t say you were. I’m basically off limits when it comes to the drugs and fuckin’.”
“I’m not fucking anyone else either,” she tells me. Now I laugh.
“You will, and you’ll like it. I just need to see how you react is all. Then you’re free to go.”
“What about me?” Addison asks.
“I paid for you. You’re stayin’ longer than she is.”