Twenty-One
H er instincts were better than mine, because I should have listened and we should have stayed the hell back where we were. I say this, because when we were about two miles from the clubhouse, and on an isolated road between estates, we had to stop.
It was that or crash into the three bikes belonging to my biker brothers, because they were barring the road.
The second I realised one of them was Stitch, I knew I was about to pay for taking her. For risking being with her. For being so fucking weak that I couldn’t take another night away from her.
I helped her off the bike and guided her behind me, while she struggled with her helmet.
“Bit too late to be a fucking gentleman now, Has.” Stitch looked angrier than I’d ever seen him. The fury on his face as he glared at me, his steps in my direction deliberate and deadly, gave me a hint as to just how fucking dead I was.
“Babe, stay back. In fact, get back over there.” I pointed to the side of the road. It was about to get violent and I didn’t want her caught in the crossfire.
“You don’t tell her what to fucking do. That’s my SISTER!” Stitch threw the first punch and then we were scrapping in the middle of the fucking road. Honestly, we were probably pretty evenly matched in a normal situation, except that he had more anger on his side, and the guilt on mine? That was keeping me from defending myself as much as I should have.
I took a good few punches, and I didn’t hit back. Well, only once, at first, before I reminded myself that I was the bad guy here. I was the one in the wrong. What’s the rule? Don’t fuck a brother’s family. Even though we hadn’t yet, I fully intended to.
“Okay, that’s enough. I’m calling it.” We were forcibly dragged apart, and that wasn’t an easy job for the two poor bastards trying to separate us. Ryder and Ice.
Stitch was still glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart, and me? Yeah, I was checking what was left of my face, to see how much damage he’d done. There was definitely a cut over my eye, because there was blood dripping down my face, and a throbbing in my left temple that wouldn’t stop. My jaw felt like it’d been slammed against the road, and my nose was definitely not the same shape it’d been just a few minutes ago.
“I’m not sorry.” Clearly this was the wrong thing to say to Stitch, who lunged at me again, with both Ryder and Ice trying to hold him back. He cursed both of them for stopping him.
“Look, we’re family. I get that this is monumentally fucked up, but beating the shit out of each other isn’t the answer.” Ryder wasn’t usually the peacekeeper in our club, but since Stitch seemed to have relinquished the role, someone had to pick it up.
I was just glad that Elise had been out of the way, and hadn’t ended up being collateral damage while we tussled like fucking animals. I turned to see where she was and that’s when I realised she wasn’t behind me. I made a full turn before I realised she wasn’t anywhere near us at all. She was gone.
“The fuck? ELISE! Jesus, darlin’, where’d you go?” Had she run? Was she upset by our fight? Of course she was. Who wouldn’t be? Stitch was a half second behind me in this realisation, but he started yelling for her too.
I started running for where I’d seen her last.
“Spread out, and fucking find her!” I yelled, not bothering to wait for my VP to command us, or to even see if they were moving. I had to find my fucking woman, before something happened to her.
The Bad Guy
T hey made it so fucking easy, didn’t they? Brawling like fucking thugs in the middle of a road in the middle of nowhere, and taking their eyes off the prize. My prize. She struggled a bit, of course she did, but wasn’t I bigger, stronger, and more fucking powerful than her?
I got her into the van and subdued with a single punch. I didn’t have time to stop and tie her up right here, because those dumb fucks would realise she was gone as soon as they pulled their heads out of their asses. I made it about a mile down the road, and hid down a side road, while I climbed in the back and latched a pair of handcuffs around those dainty little wrists. Such weak little wrists. They’d break so easily. The temptation to stomp on one right now, and hear it snap, was so fucking strong, but I was still too close to those biker fucks.
I latched the cuffs to the bolt in the floor of the van, and then I slid back behind the wheel and started driving again. I knew exactly where I wanted to take her. I also knew exactly where I’d dump her body when I was done with her. I left the last bitch there, and there was a beautiful symmetry in leaving the next there too. The police had finally given up their surveillance of the area, because I wasn’t so stupid that I wouldn’t spot their attempts at covert monitoring of an area I knew so fucking well.
I made my way out of the danger zone, far enough away from the bikers that they were no threat whatsoever. As if they ever were. Once we were at my chosen location, I moved back into the back of the van, and knew instantly that she was awake, but trying to hide it. Dumb cunt. I wasn’t born yesterday. I checked that my balaclava was hiding my face because I might be planning to kill her, but I was smart enough to know that plans sometimes don’t go the way I want them to, and I didn’t want any description of me out there.
“Pity she’s still unconscious. I‘m sure she’ll wake up when she feels my cock deep in her fucking ass.”
She gasped and tried to shuffle away from me. I’d kept my voice to a harsh whisper, because isn’t it just creepier that way? She sounded so much more terrified than the last time I’d heard her voice. It was perfection, a sound that made my dick even harder, and that tingle of fucking need winding through my senses. She needed to feel me. Feel my touch, my brutality. She needed to know what pain felt like. Real pain. The kind of agony that causes desperate screams and so much begging. The begging was my favourite part.
“Sit the fuck up, or I’ll choke you with my cock.”
The biker bitch scrambled up against the side of the van.
“Please. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
I grinned. The begging always begins so fast.
“Of course you won’t. You’ll be dead very soon. The dead don’t talk, right?”
“Please! I… you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, but I do. I just fucking love it too much.”
I grabbed her hair and dragged her closer.
“Remember to scream, cunt, because I know this is gonna hurt.”