Chapter 5
5
DARREN
D arren had had enough of the way the woman sitting across from them kept staring at them. Her lips were so puckered she looked like she’d been sucking on lemons. He coughed into his hand to cover the laugh threatening to break free as he mentally compared her pursed lips to a puckered asshole. From the way she was staring him, Kylie and Tuck, she’d already drawn some conclusions and passed her judgment. They were all evil and going to hell.
He didn’t recognize her as one of the women in Kylie’s usual rotation of women here to see the doctor and decided to fuck with her. He winked at her and almost laughed out loud as she huffed and got up to move across the room to a seat that just opened up when the nurse called someone else’s name to come back.
Most of the time when they came for Kylie’s baby doctor appointments it was no big deal. Most of the women had seen Darren or Tuck or both with her at one time or another since they found out Kylie was pregnant. In the beginning, Darren had been the one to come with her because at the time, Taylor, Tuck’s ex, was trying to pin another man’s baby on him. Tuck, being the upstanding man that he was, wouldn’t kick her to the curb until he found out for sure whether or not the baby was really his. Everyone knew it wasn’t his including Tuck, but he couldn’t take the chance that she was telling the truth. It was at one of Taylor’s appointments in this same office that he ran into Kylie and Darren as they were all leaving. She’d just found out she was pregnant and had been in shock, so when Tuck accused Darren of being the father, she’d been devastated. It wasn’t long after that Kylie had set him straight and he’d been both happy and terrified at the news.
Since the three of them had started coming to the OB visits together, they’d gotten some varied looks. Some were curious and would shyly smile at them. Others would get this dreamy look on their faces like they were jealous and imagining themselves in Kylie’s shoes. Others, usually the ones a little older, would look at them and appeared to realize the many benefits of having two men to call your own. Still others, like the snooty bitch that he winked at just to piss off, only saw something ugly and twisted. Neither he, Kylie nor Tuck could give a flying fuck as to what others thought of their relationship, but it didn’t stop him or Tuck from fucking with them from time to time just for shits and grins.
Like now. That snooty bitch that got up and moved kept sending glares their direction. Did she really think her opinion mattered to them? He knew he shouldn’t do it, but not caring, he cupped Kylie’s cheek and pulled her face toward him while she still held Tuck’s hand on the other side. He dropped his mouth to hers, kissing her softly, but thoroughly. He didn’t want to do anything lewd because of the reaction the other women might have. He heard a gasp from across the room and pulled away chuckling.
“You’re messing with another one, aren’t you?” Kylie grinned and rolled her eyes. She was used to his and Tuck’s antics when it came to self righteous bitches. The funny thing was Kylie had been known to instigate things herself on occasion, too.
“Yeah. Couldn’t help it. She was pissing me off the way she was throwing her bitchy looks at you.” Darren leaned back and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t understand why women always threw shade at other women. Why didn’t they give shit to the men involved, too?
“Kylie?” Dr. Hartford’s nurse stood in the open doorway leading back to the exam rooms.
It took Tuck a second to get up with the help of his cane to follow Kylie through the door. Darren brought up the rear, grinning at the soft sway of her hips as she walked down the hall. It was funny that from behind he couldn’t even tell she was pregnant. She’d put a little weight on in her butt, but not all that much. Her tits had gotten bigger, not that he was complaining and it looked like she had a perfectly round ball under her shirt. She also had the most amazing pregnancy glow he’d ever seen on a woman. And that wasn’t just because she was his. It was just a fact.
The nurse led them down the hallway toward the scale. From previous visits they knew to keep a safe distance away while the nurse made a note of how much weight she’d gained since her last visit. Kiley made sure to keep an eye on them in case one of them, possibly considering suicide, snuck over to take a peek at the numbers.
They were shown to a room and advised the doctor would be in shortly. She handed Kylie a paper cover up and asked her to undress from the waist down.
He and Tuck took the two empty chairs and settled in to watch their woman strip.
“You guys are such dorks. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” Kylie grinned and shook her head as she took off her clothes.
Darren looked at Tuck and saw what had to be the same shit-eating grin he knew had to be on his own face.
“Good grief.” She hopped onto the table, shook the paper cover up and placed it over her lap. She’d left her bootie socks on because the room was always so cold and she hated it when her feet were cold.
“Really?” Tuck whined when she covered up too quickly.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” she complained with an eye roll.
“Where do you want to eat, baby, when we leave here?” Darren sat with his legs crossed at the ankles and tucked under his seat, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I don’t know. How does bar-b-que sound?”
She’d been talking about nothing else since dinner last night so hearing her choice didn’t come as a surprise. “Bar-b-que sounds good. Tuck?”
“Sounds good to me, too, baby.”
The woman had them both in the palm of her hand. There wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for her. She could be one of those women, like Tuck’s ex, that took full advantage of her power over them, but she wasn’t.
“After that, do you want me to drop you off before I take Tuck to physical therapy?”
“Yeah. Take me to the clubhouse. I’ve got stuff I can work on there.”
There was a knock on the door before it swung open. Dr. Hartford entered with a smile and a handshake for both Darren and Tuck. He placed the small laptop he’d been carrying under his arm on the counter, then washed his hands.
“Good morning, Kylie. How are you feeling today?” He dried his hands with paper towels as he asked.
“Great. I feel really good.”
“Glad to hear it. Let’s get some vitals and some measurements then we’ll take a look at the little one. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find out if you’re having a girl or a boy this time.”
“Sounds good.” She shot them both a smile and opened her eyes wide in excitement. She’d been looking forward to this visit for the last three days. She’d been so excited, he doubted she’d gotten much sleep last night.
Dr. Hartford took her blood pressure then had her lie back. He took out a cloth measuring tape and measured her stomach. “Looking good. Right on schedule.” He made a few notes in her record then announced it was time for the ultrasound. He helped Kylie lie back then lowered the paper cover below her belly. Next, he squirted jelly on her belly. “Can one of you turn off the lights?”
Darren jumped up and took care of the lights.
“Okay. Let’s see what we can see.” The doctor took the wand and settled it on her stomach, rubbing the jelly all around. He moved it around until he found what he was looking for. He turned up the volume so they could all hear. “That is your baby’s heartbeat.”
Amazement transformed Tuck’s face. His hand went to his chest and he swallowed hard like he was choked with emotion. The baby’s heartbeat made it real for all of them. Sure, with Kylie carrying the baby and feeling it move inside her, it had felt real for her for a long time. Today, it had gotten seriously more real for him and Tuck. Tears of happiness pooled in her pretty blue eyes as she reached her hand toward Tuck.
Darren quickly pulled his phone from his pocket and prepared to record Tuck and Kylie’s every reaction as their baby’s sex was revealed. They’d want to look back on this one day and remember how happy and excited they’d been at the time.
“Let’s see if the little one will cooperate.” He moved it around, pushing the wand a little harder than Darren thought was necessary. It must not have hurt too bad or Kylie would have said something.
Tuck stood at Kylie’s shoulder, taking her hand in his. While they both focused on the TV mounted on the wall, Darren zoomed in on their faces.
“See that right there?” Dr. Hartford asked. “That little area that looks like a hotdog bun means you’re having a girl.”
There it was. True joy spread across Tuck’s face at the same time Kylie beamed at the TV. Tuck’s watery eyes blinked wide, drying suddenly. The news that he was having a girl must have sunk in because his wide smile dropped and panic set in. From there he must have bypassed the baby stage of his little girl and zoomed straight to her teenage years. The doctor noticed Tuck’s pallor and gently suggested he have a seat. Darren quickly shoved a chair under his ass before he could drop to the floor. That’s all they needed; for Tuck to fuck up all his healing injuries.
“Tuck? Are you okay?” His near faint scared Kylie. And, yeah, Darren got his friend almost passing out on video, too. “Dr. Hartford?”
“If you start to feel faint or like you might pass out, put your head between your knees and breathe slow and deep,” he smiled at Tuck. Darren was sure the man dealt with this sort of thing all the time. Could the news of being a girl dad hitting him so hard be a preview of what they should expect at the delivery? He chuckled, planning to catch that on video as well if it happened.
Dr. Hartford congratulated them all and helped Kylie to a seated position. He said a few words to her regarding her next appointment, then exited the room to give them a few moments of privacy while she got dressed.
“A girl. I’m going to be a girl dad.” Darren wasn’t sure if it was awe or fear in his friend’s voice. Probably a healthy dose of both. He stopped recording and put his phone away.
“Yeah. Congratulations, man. I’m so happy for you guys.” He stepped closer to the exam table and offered Kylie his hand so she could step down and get dressed. She wadded the paper up and wiped the jelly from her stomach at the same time throwing concerned looks Tuck’s way.
“I don’t know anything about girls! What if I fuck things up?” Tuck ran a rough hand through his hair.
“You’ll be fine. Kylie’s her mom, she’s not going to let you fuck things up.” He clapped him on the shoulder.
“Should I slap him across the face?” Kylie didn’t appear to be joking.
“Did you hear that? Kylie’s going to slap the shit out of you if you don’t snap out of it. Hell, you’re taking it worse than she did when she first found out she was pregnant and you were living with another woman.”
That did it. Tuck frowned up at him. “Thanks, asshole. You just had to go there, didn’t you?”
Kylie giggled behind her hand. Although she’d forgiven him for his stupidity back then, Tuck still felt true remorse for his actions and absolutely hated it whenever someone brought it up. Which, with their VP, Dagger, around, was often.
Tuck stood and pushed his chair back against the wall. “Was he trying to call me a pussy without actually saying the word?” He slung his arm around her shoulder.
“Yeah, I think he was,” Kylie answered with a hint of a smile on her lips. They stopped at the front desk to schedule the next appointment and settle the bill for this one.
They rode the elevator downstairs and exited at the lobby. The dark sky that had been threatening rain had finally let loose. It was raining fairly heavy now and there was no reason for all three of them to get soaked. “Stay here and I’ll go get the truck.”
Darren might not be the biological father of Kylie’s baby, but he loved the precious little girl as much as if she were his own already. He’d never had the pleasure of being a father yet and was looking forward to figuring out the whole father thing right along with Tuck. He chuckled to himself. Between Tuck and himself, the little girl was going to be a spoiled princess. That’s just what dads did with their daughters. Every one of his brothers in the club became putty in their girls’ hands.
Jogging through the lot, he was quickly drenched in the cold rain. It was a good thing he’d told them he’d pick them up.
The sound of a speeding vehicle drew his attention behind him. A van was barreling down on him and he wondered if they’d see him in time to stop. What the fuck? Before he had time to react to the oncoming vehicle, someone came at him from between two cars. He turned to fend them off, giving his back to the van. Big mistake. He’d kick his own ass for what happened next. Something hard hit his head and it was lights out.
TUCK
Tuck couldn’t believe he was going to be a girl dad. He was aware it was a 50/50 shot, but for some reason he’d never seriously considered it a possibility until Dr. Hartford said the words “it’s a girl.” Then he’d gone and freaked the fuck out. He wasn’t too worried he’d mess things up while she was little. If Jackson could do it, so could he. And he’d have Darren helping him. No, he was more worried about when she was older and boys came sniffing around. He was going to go to prison when he beat the shit out of one. Hell, he might even kill one if the little shit really did something stupid.
Glancing down at Kylie, he found her smiling up at him. She patted his chest. “You’ll be a great dad. In fact, I’m more concerned you’ll let a girl get away with way more than you would a boy. Between you and Darren she’ll be a little princess. I don’t want a spoiled brat for a daughter so you guys need to keep it in check.”
He couldn’t hold back his bark of laughter. “Only you would see right through me.” He took a moment to really look into her eyes, feeling his heart grow fuller, if it were possible. “I love you so much, Kylie Jo. I love the fact that you’re having my baby even more.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. It didn’t last long, the sound of squealing tires bringing his head up. He scanned the parking lot and saw a van rocking to a stop near where Darren had parked Tuck’s truck.
“What the fuck?” His arm dropped away as he took a step forward. He watched helplessly as one man ran out from between two cars, drawing Darren’s attention toward him, completely leaving his back exposed. “Inside!” he shouted to Kylie.
“What?”
“Go inside now!” He took off as fast as his leg would allow him to go, which wasn’t fast enough to get to Darren before three guys jumped out of the van. One hit him over the head with something and the other two hoisted him into the van. Darren was so big and heavy the one who distracted him had to pick up his legs and help load him into the vehicle. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Tuck would never make it in time. He was halfway there when he stumbled and went down. “Awww! Goddamn it!” He used the side of a car and his cane and managed to get himself back on his feet, but it was too late. They were speeding off toward the exit.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He finally made it to the truck. He pulled himself up behind the wheel and screamed in agony. His goddamned leg was burning at the site of his bullet wound and the muscle pulled tight. “Fucking shit!” He didn’t have time for this. He threw it in gear and sped for the front of the medical building. He had to get to Kylie. He pulled to a screeching stop and lowered the window, shouting, “Get in!” He prayed she was able to get herself up into the truck on her own. He didn’t think he could get out to help her and still manage to climb back inside again. As it was he could barely make his leg work smooth enough to use the gas and brake pedals.
Thank God she was able to get the door open and pull herself in rather quickly considering how high the truck sat and her growing belly. As soon as her ass hit the seat and she closed the door, he pulled out. He sent up a silent prayer that he didn’t hit anyone in his mad dash to catch up to Darren’s kidnappers. There they were, taking a right out of the parking lot. Good, they weren’t too far ahead yet.
“What’s going on? Where’s Darren?” He chanced a quick look her direction and hated how scared and pale she looked. She’d managed to get her seatbelt on and was holding onto the door handle and the console.
“They took him.” He swerved to miss an old lady in a Cadillac.
“Who took him?”
“Fucking Phantoms.” He swerved back into the right lane, seeing the van make a right turn at the stoplight. “Hang on!” He took the turn too fast and worried his truck just might tip over. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Sorry, baby.” He was gaining on them, but what he thought he could do on his own with Kylie in his truck and no gun, he didn’t know. The light ahead turned red, the van soaring through it to the sound of blaring horns. Tuck slammed on his brakes as the two cars in front of them stopped at the light. The sudden jolting movement sent shockwaves of pain throughout his leg. Fucking hell, there was no way to catch up to them now. “Goddamn it!” He hit the steering wheel in frustration.
He hit the button on his steering wheel that could make phone calls for him. “Call Race,” he instructed the voice when asked what he would like to do.
“Hey, Tuck. How’d the baby doctor appointment go?” Race answered happily.
“They took Darren.” Tuck made the necessary turns to head the opposite direction once the lights turned green. There was no point in chasing them farther. He couldn’t put Kylie or his baby girl’s lives in danger no matter how badly he wanted to rescue his friend.
“What? Who took Darren?” Race’s voice changed to serious in a heartbeat. He didn’t take kindly to people fucking with his club brothers, their families or their businesses.
“Fucking Phantoms. I’m headed to the clubhouse. You there?”
“Yeah. We’re all here except for the ones who left for Taos today.”
“Be there in ten.” Tuck hung up and turned his attention on Kylie. “When we get to the clubhouse, can you pull up the cameras on the Phantom properties to see if they take him there?”
“Yes. Get me to my computer.”
Exactly ten minutes later, Tuck was pulling up to the clubhouse. Kylie didn’t wait for him to come around and help her down. She jumped down on her own and was running through the rain for the door. By the time he caught up with her she was rushing through the common room, turning down the hall, on her way to her office. He cleared her door with Race, Dagger, Maverick, Jackson and Trick hot on his heels. She was already bringing the cameras up when he moved in behind her to look over her shoulder. The others poured in after him, crowding around her desk.
“Talk to me. What the fuck happened?” Race stood with his feet braced apart and his arms crossed over his chest.
He was so pissed the Phantoms took Darren and worried about what they might do to him he could barely contain the urge to throw everything in Kylie’s office against the wall. Knowing it was necessary to fill them all in but not having the patience for it, he took a deep breath then launched into what happened. “We went to Kylie’s baby doctor appointment. It started raining sometime while we were inside. Darren told us to stay under the portico while he went to get the truck. On his way, a van sped after him. A guy came out from between two cars and drew his attention. I ran to help, but with my bum leg, I couldn’t get there in time. Three guys jumped out of the van. One hit him over the head with something, knocked him out and then they tossed him into the van. I ran to get the truck, picked up Kylie and chased after them. I got within two car lengths behind them before they sped through a red light and I lost them.” Tuck looked down when he felt Kylie squeeze his hand as he leaned into her desk.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Dagger told him. “It could’ve happened to any one of us.”
Easier said than done. Was this how Darren felt when he witnessed Tuck getting shot and was unable to stop it?
“You’re sure it was the Phantoms?” Maverick rubbed his jaw.
“Yeah. Saw their cuts.” Tuck rubbed his screaming leg, wishing he’d brought his pain pills with him. He was supposed to have his first physical therapy session today. Obviously, he wouldn’t be making that appointment.
“Tuck, you need to take a seat and get off your leg for a little bit. You haven’t even had your first physical therapy visit yet.” Nothing got by Kylie. She was amazing the way she took care of him and Darren and she would make an even more amazing mother. If she’d known he’d fallen in his mad dash to get to Darren, she’d be taking him to the E.R. to get him checked out. He didn’t want to be left out of anything, so he kept his mouth shut and pretended to not be in as much pain as he really was.
“We’re having a girl,” Tuck blurted. Yeah, that ought to keep their attention on something other than his leg. Congratulations were given and the news they were having a girl raised the mood for just a moment, only to drop right back down to the ground again.
Race turned his gaze to Kylie. “She’s awfully quiet and calm. She in shock?”
“ She is pissed off. They shot one of my guys and now they took the other. Not mention they kidnapped me once and already stabbed Darren once. I’m fucking done with this crap. I want Darren back and I want the Phantom Furies out of our lives permanently,” she said, her eyes never leaving the screen or her fingers from the keyboard.
It was priceless how every brother in the room all wore various versions of shock at her hostile outburst. Race and Maverick’s brows lifted to their hairlines. Jackson and Trick’s eyes grew round and Dagger was smiling like a loon. He’d always liked when a woman had spunk. Eventually, they all had smiles on their faces. Too bad she was a woman; she’d make one hell of a brother.
“What’s she,” Race stopped himself. “What are you doing?” He nodded at the computer.
“Checking the Phantom properties in Redemption to see if they might have taken Darren to one of them. So far, no one has gone to any of them, but I’m setting an alarm to send me an alert if anyone does show up in case I miss it.”
“Do you think they’ll take him to Taos?” Trick asked.
A look of dread passed between them all. If they took Darren to Taos, they were fucked. Until someone could figure out where in Taos the Phantom Furies had a clubhouse, they had not one single clue where to start looking.
DARREN
Darren had no idea how much time lapsed from the time he was kidnapped, knocked out and dumped in this shit hole. His head was fucking killing him and he was afraid it might get worse as he slowly opened his eyes. He didn’t know who hit him over the head, but he was dead when he got his hands on them. Just by the musty smell and the cold temperature in the room, he felt he had to be in a basement or some room underground. Was he at the Phantom Furies’ clubhouse? Were they, right now, right above him laughing and partying it up because they’d taken a Sons of Redemption brother right from under their noses?
The longer he lay there, the more different things came back to him. Like once he woke the first time, he’d been hanging by his arms from the ceiling in what looked like a garage. There’d been mechanics’ tools, the smell of oil and assorted motorcycle parts spread out on a workbench. He’d found hanging by his arms funny considering the Sons did the same thing with the men they caught. A couple of the Phantoms took offense that he found his situation funny and proceeded to beat the shit out of him. Huh. That explained why his ribs hurt so bad. They’d tried to ask him questions about his club and instead of answering, he’d only laugh some more.
At some point, he thought he remembered seeing a couple of cartel guys come in and say something along the lines of wasting him. They suggested they should use him as a test subject. What the fuck kind of test subject were they talking about? After they left, he’d felt a sting in his neck and within seconds, he must have passed out. That must have been when they transferred him to this place.
With great effort, he managed to turn to his side, the pain causing his stomach to roll. He couldn’t hold the position any longer and collapsed onto his back once again. He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth until the sick feeling passed. He slowly opened his eyes and this time, only moved his head. Turning to his left, he saw metal bars. Turning to the right, he saw the same thing, more metal bars. If he tipped his head back just enough, he saw a concrete wall. At his feet was yet another set of metal bars. What the fuck? He was in a jail cell?
Exhausted from the pain in his ribs and head, he stared at the ceiling thinking about Kylie until he couldn’t hold his eyes open anymore. He dreamed of how happy she’d been when Tuck survived his gunshot wounds and was able to come home. He worried that she’d make herself sick trying to figure out where the Phantoms had taken him. Was she getting enough sleep? Was she eating enough? Was Tuck making sure she did enough of both for her and the baby? Would Darren make it out of here alive and see her again? Would he live to see her and Tuck’s baby girl? What would they name her? What would she look like?
He came to again at the sound of a frustrated cry. What the hell?
He turned his head to the right and saw a naked man staring back at him. By the vacant look on his face, he wasn’t sure the man saw him. Darren’s brows pinched, wondering if the man had been there earlier when he’d checked out his new surroundings. Turning to the left, he saw another naked man. He was standing against the back wall, in a corner moaning in pain. Looking closer he wasn’t sure, but it looked like the man was jacking off. What the fuck?
Well shit. Darren had a bad feeling. Glancing down his own body, he was pissed to see they’d stripped him naked, too. What the fuck?!
“God damn it!” someone in a cell across from him shouted.
Darren slowly made his way to a sitting position and peered into the shadows of the cell across from him. Seeing what was there, he wished he hadn’t. A slim built man with long stringy hair, also naked—again, what the fuck—walking around his cell. Turning to the front of his cell, Darren tensed. His eyes were watery and it looked like he’d been crying. The tortured look in his eyes as he frantically tried to jerk off was something he didn’t think he’d ever forget. What was going on down here? Why were two men down here trying to get off by their own hands and why was he forced to see it?
The sound of voices joking and laughing as they drew near put him on alert. It had to be the Phantoms. Unless they passed him off to someone else? Would they have turned him over to the cartel?
“You’re awake.” Fucking Crockett, president of the Phantom Furies, stopped outside his cell. He shoved his hands in his pockets and Darren wanted nothing more than to wipe that satisfied smirk right off his face.
“I knew you guys were sick fuckers, but what the actual fuck? Where are my clothes and who took them off so I know who to kill when I get out of here?” He stood in the center of his cell, his hands fisted at his sides.
“Well, you’re not getting out of here, so I don’t think Buck has to worry all that much. And you don’t need your clothes to fuck.” Crockett’s eyes gleamed as he announced the last.
“Might as well kill me because I’m not fucking any of you. I don’t swing that way.” And none of them better get near him either or he’d rip their dicks off and shove them down their throats. He was a little freaked out at the situation he’d found himself in, what with the other naked guys locked down here and the fact they couldn’t keep their hands off their junk.
“That’s good cuz none of us Phantoms would fuck you, either,” one of Crockett’s brothers snarled back.
Crockett laughed and took a step closer to the cell. “You guys fucked us over. We needed that money you stole from us to pay the cartel. Now you owe us.”
“We didn’t steal your money. You stole from us. We were just taking it back and we don’t owe you jack shit.” Darren tipped his head to the side as he spoke.
“Yes, you do. And we’re going to use you as payment.”
“You’re going to ransom me?” Maybe that might work out. It would at least buy his club time to figure out where he was and to come up with a plan to get him back. He was sure the Phantoms would continue to beat the shit out of him in the meantime, but he’d survive. He had to in order to get back to Kylie. It broke his heart knowing she was probably losing it again since he was taken.
“No. Not gonna ransom you. Gonna use you as a guinea pig.”
Darren didn’t like the sound of that. What kind of guinea pig. For what?
Crockett pointed to the man across from Darren. “See Otis, there? He volunteered to be a guinea pig.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He was getting tired of the man’s cryptic game. He wished he’d fucking spit it out already. The not knowing was getting to him.
“The cartel has a new drug. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Euphoria.” Crockett waited to see if the name rang a bell with Darren.
It did, but he wasn’t saying anything. The Phantoms had been trying to establish a foothold in Redemption with the shit.
“They’re calling it EZ Lay on the streets. Supposed to be better than roofies. They say it actually makes you need to have sex whether you want to or not and you’re aware of everything the whole time. We wanted to see how well it worked, so we’ve been testing it out on a few people.”
Darren’s heartbeat raced. No way did he want that shit in his body. Was that why the men down here were near tears and jacking off?
As if he’d asked the question out loud, Crockett replied, “As you can see, Otis can’t get himself off. He can only get off if he fucks someone.” He nodded his head to one of the men with him. To his surprise the man opened the door to his cell, allowing two Phantoms to enter. His hear rate accelerated as he eased back a few steps. He didn’t know what they were up to but he knew it wasn’t good. Crockett moseyed in, stopping in front of him almost toe to toe.
The Phantom president nodded again. The two men with him came at him at the same time, their hands up and in front of them. If they thought he was going to make it easy for them, they were crazy. His legs bent in a defensive position as he fisted his hands, ready to give as good as he was about to get. He swung and connected with one guy’s jaw and heard a satisfying snap when his head jerked back. He threw an elbow at the next guy, nailing him in the gut. His grunt was music to Darren’s ears.
“Come on motherfucker!” he shouted. The first one came at him again and ran right into his fist.
“Fuck, I think he broke my nose!” He wiped his bloody nose on his arm.
Two more Phantoms joined the party and between the four of them they were able to dog pile him to the ground. One man pinned his right arm down with a brutal grip, putting all his weight into holding it down and damn near cutting off the circulation. Another held his other arm out of the way while the third put him into a sort of choke hold. The last threw his considerable weight across his legs while Crockett yelled, “Don’t choke him out unless you have to!”
Out of the corner of his eye, Darren watched Crockett pull a syringe from inside his cut and he lost it. He strained against the men holding him down, but to no avail. The more he fought, the more his ribs screamed in agony.
“Hold him!” Crocket barked at his lackeys, trying to get close enough to stick Darren. He somehow managed to toss off the guy holding his legs down. That allowed him to use his feet and legs to kick and shove the bastard with the needle away from his arm. “Someone pin his legs down!”
One of the newcomers threw his weight across Darren’s leg. “His dick’s in my face!”
“You gonna suck it while you’re there?” taunted the guy with the broken nose.
“Fuck you Tuff!”
“Keep that shit away from me!” Darren struggled with everything he had even after he felt the one behind him tighten his grip around his head.
“Do it RIP!”
The man behind him adjusted his grip, squeezing his arms around Darren’s head and under his chin to the point he was starting to black out. Little by little, his vision started to dim. The sharp sting of a needle piercing his skin and the heat of the drug entering his body told him he’d lost. He gasped huge mouthfuls of air, his chest rising and falling rapidly when they finally released him. He rolled to his side and gained his feet, backing away. “You motherfuckers are gonna die!”
Crockett pulled his gun from behind him and aimed it at Darren’s chest. “Now, we’re going to back out of here.” He motioned for his guys to exit the cell. “If you try anything, I’ll shoot you. Understand? It’d be a real shame to have to kill you before you get to enjoy EZ Lay.” He backed out, stopping in the doorway. “On second thought, I won’t kill you outright. I’ll shoot you in the dick and let you figure out how you’re gonna get off with a dick that doesn’t work.” His club brothers laughed along with their leader at the picture he painted.
Darren didn’t move a muscle as they backed out and slammed the cell door behind them. It was like hearing the executioners ax landing his killing blow. Any hope of making it out of here in one piece went out the window when that poisonous drug was shot into his arm.
Crockett smiled and nodded to someone out of sight as he lingered outside his cell. “Wanna see what you’ll become?”
Two more Phantoms appeared, dragging a naked woman between them. She could barely walk and she seemed disoriented or stoned. Did they drug her? Did they use the EZ Lay shit on her? What were they going to do to her?
“Otis! Stand against the wall or you’re not getting her,” RIP ordered.
“You might want to pay attention.” Crockett took a couple of steps to the side, giving Darren a clear line of sight into Otis’s cell. He remained at the back of his cell, rubbing his neck where RIP had damn near strangled him. Somehow, some way, he was going to find RIP and as his name suggested, rip him apart.
He did not want to see what was about to happen. He had a very bad feeling about what they were going to do and his stomach knotted.
The woman was brought inside and propped with her back against the bars. She was barely standing on her own. The Phantom who’d delivered her stepped out and the other one relocked the cell. The sound of the door clanging shut hadn’t finished ringing in his ears when Otis pounced on the woman. He spun her around, shoved her face first into the bars and entered her in one forceful thrust. All the woman could do was hang onto the bars and close her eyes as he rutted into her without mercy. From Darren’s cell he could see tears leaking down her cheeks. Otis used her body roughly, banging her body into the metal bars.
Thank God it only lasted a few minutes as he came with a roar. He’d thought now that Otis had gotten some relief, they’d pull the woman out of there. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
The man was still hard as he pulled from her body. Helpless to do anything about it, he watched Otis pick the woman up by the waist and carry her to the cot. He tossed her down and spread her legs wide, slamming into her once more.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You guys are fucking sick.” Darren spat in disgust. “Why would you throw an unwilling woman in there with him?”
“That woman was also given the drug. Mentally, she might not want to fuck, but her body is craving it as much as his. After someone takes the drug, if they don’t fuck, they end up in agonizing pain.” Crockett seemed pleased by the idea and tipped his head to the man in the cell next to him. He was gripping the bars with one hand and jerking himself frantically while watching Otis and the woman. He didn’t seem to care he had tears running down his face or that he had an audience. Darren bet Crockett had never taken the drug or he wouldn’t be feeling so superior right now.
“Give it an hour and you’ll start to feel it. Give it six hours and you’ll be just like old Otis there. You’ll do anything to ease the pain.”
Darren swallowed hard, already feeling the drug slowly winding through his body. How long before he became a masturbating mess?