3. September
“You’ve got me fucked up! I’m a whole person. You can’t think it’s okay to just snatch me up out of my home and take me somewhere else!” I shouted.
The moment Priest made the comment, “If she lasts that long,” my daddy had tried to put up some bravado. One of Priest’s men shot him in both knees, and Priest lifted me around the waist and carried me out of my home, kicking and screaming.
He’d carelessly tossed me into the back of an SUV and locked me inside. The windows were tinted on the inside and outside, and the rear doors didn’t open from the inside. There was a partition between the front and back seats that kept me separate from the two men in the front. I had no idea where I was driven to. I only knew we rode for approximately thirty-five minutes.
When we stopped and the engine shut off, I was poised to attack. The rear doors opened on both sides of the vehicle at the same time. I was ready to jump, but I froze when I saw two guns aimed at my head from both sides. This was a damn nightmare. I imagined the horror that my father’s victims must have endured.
The man at the left rear door moved long enough for Priest to make his appearance and snatch me out of the SUV. That nigga literally snatched me and caused me to fall to my knees and my beret to fall from my head. I heard some men snicker as I struggled to stand and grab my pink beret off the ground.
“You wanna run that by me again?” Priest asked.
He had something in his mouth, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Just watching his lips move the way they did turned me on, which pissed me off even more. I used that energy to distract my attention from how sexy he was. I stood and shouted, “I’m a person. You can’t just take me and do whatever you want as if I were property.”
A crowd poured out of the long brown building behind him. The men looked at me with interest and sexual desire, while the women looked at me with scorn and curiosity.
“You mean the way your daddy does to those poor helpless women and kids he snatches off the streets?” Priest asked.
The sneer on his face was a far cry from the lust in his eyes at my house. That paled in comparison, though, to the hurt, shame, and anger that rolled through me. It left me speechless for several seconds.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Wonder how Daddy Warbucks is feeling now, knowing that someone has snatched his princess. Not when he wasn’t watching, but right there in his muthafuckin face. Wonder how he’ll feel knowing that we have the liberty to do all the shit to you that his victims have to endure,” he drawled while he walked around me in a circle.
My heart thudded in my chest in fear as his words twisted something deep inside of me, which caused me to shudder in pain for my father’s victims. Nausea rolled in my belly, and I bent forward and spewed vomit onto the ground. I narrowly missed his shoes.
The thought of all those men pawing and groping me, sickened me. The pain of knowing my father was not only involved in that, but he was also the driving force behind it hurt deeply.
“Please, Priest. I don’t know what my father did to you, but please don’t punish me for his sins.”
“The fathers shall not be put to death for the children, neither shall the children be put to death for the fathers: every man shall be put to death for his own sin.”
“Did you seriously just quote Deuteronomy twenty-four and sixteen to me?”
“What’s wrong? You think because I’m in this MC shit that I don’t know the Bible? Let me tell you something. That’s the shit that keeps me sane in this world.”
“Do you understand how much of an oxymoron that is? You won’t get away with what you’re doing if you’re truly as spiritual as you claim to be,” I explained. I hoped that I could appeal to his sense of morality and spirituality.
He glanced around at the crowd, lifted a finger in the air, and twirled it. Everyone ran back inside the building except for the three men behind him. I guessed they were important to Priest.
He snatched my arm and tugged me toward the building.
“All that mouth, princess, is gonna get you hurt. Get your little ass inside.”
He shoved me when I refused to move, and I glared at him over my shoulder.
“You don’t have to be an asshole.”
“And you ain’t gotta be a pain in my ass.”
“You could’ve left me.”
“Your father owes me.”
“Thought you just said that children aren’t to be punished for the sins of their fathers.”
Priest grabbed my arm and pulled me back against him. I felt the hardness of his chest against my back, the firmness of his thighs against the backs of mine, and damn, the erection that pulsed at my butt cheeks made me feel naked. I also smelled an apple scent on his breath, and I guessed he must have been chewing apple-flavored candy.
“I promise you this, beautiful, it won’t be a punishment. You’ll love every minute of what I’ll do to you.”
I moved forward, unable to hide my own reaction to his erection that pressed against my ass. My nipples were hard, and I was moist between my legs. Before we reached the door of the building, two of the men who were previously behind us moved forward and opened the doors for us.
We stepped inside a smoky room filled with the sweet, pungent aroma of marijuana, cheap perfumes and colognes, and fried foods. As hard as I tried not to, I couldn’t help but wrinkle my nose at the stench.
“Bitch already thinks she’s too good,” I heard a woman say over the loud music.
I turned and glanced at her, and she widened her large, dark brown eyes at me and twisted her lips. She bucked at me, but I didn’t flinch.
She crossed her arms over her chest and taunted, “You’d better be scared, bitch.”
“Wildflower, chill the fuck out,” one of the men with Priest warned.
Priest said nothing. He strode ahead to a couch in a far corner of the room. He beckoned me to sit with him. I stood, turned around, and took in the three levels of the building. In the room we were in, there was a large ninety-eight-inch TV on a wall opposite where we sat. Three large black leather couches sat in front of the TV, and two men sat on one and played video games, while two others hung back and watched.
To the right was a pool table; to the left was a door that appeared to lead into a separate room altogether, and there were a few tables and chairs in the rest of the open space.
The door to the left opened, and a woman who wore nothing but a bikini and tassels stepped into the room. Loud music poured from the room behind her, and I could see and smell that it was a bar. She strutted by us, and a few different guys and one woman smacked her ass. The only thing she did was laugh and say something slick to the girl and then head upstairs.
“What am I supposed to do here, Priest? Sit around bored and watch women be debased?”
“Miss Daisy,” Priest called and crooked his fingers at a woman who appeared to be in her early thirties.
She wore denim cutoff shorts that displayed her ample ass cheeks, a cropped tee that showed off the underside of her breasts, and some stilettos.
“Yes, Priest?” She purred and sat beside him. Her hand rested on his thigh and grazed his bulge.
Jealousy and embarrassment flushed through me and made me burn with shame at her open displays of sexuality. I was infuriated by my jealousy.
He gripped her thigh and turned his face into her neck. At first glance, it appeared that he was kissing her neck, but I saw her nod and heard her say, “Mm-hmm. Sure. Okay. Yep. All right.”
When he finished speaking, he pulled back and stated, “When you finish, tell Cheekz to come down here. I need something to take the edge off.”
Priest sunk further in his seat, spread his legs, and gripped his crotch.
I hated his demonic ass. The entire time that he spoke to Miss Daisy, he stared at me with a crooked smirk. His ass was clearly about to fuck another woman, but he stared at me with a hungry look in his eyes.
“Okay, baby.” She purred.
He smacked her on her ass, and her cheeks jiggled.
“Come on,” she snapped and gave me a snide look.
“Excuse me?”
“Go with her,” Priest growled at me.
“Where am I going?”
“You talk too much. You know that?”
“Is that going to be a problem?” I sassed back.
Sneering, Priest replied, “Nah. I got a remedy for those thick, smart-ass lips.”
He gripped his crotch again, and I bolted up from the couch and followed the woman named Miss Daisy.
She led me upstairs and stopped at a door on the right. She pushed it open and explained, “This is the bathroom. It has a shower, tub, and toilet, but I don’t suggest you use the tub.”
I looked inside and saw the grunginess of the tub and the bathroom in general. I didn’t plan on using any of the facilities.
I sighed and wondered how my father could have led me to this fate. Miss Daisy stepped out of the bathroom and led me to another door across the hall and down a little from the bathroom.
She opened the door and stated, “This is where you’ll be staying for the time that you’re here.”
I glanced around the room with its twin-size bed, a dresser opposite the bed, and a desk at the foot of the bed. The desk held a small lamp, a writing pad, and some pens. There was a window on the side of the desk. The white walls held no pictures, and there were no curtains at the window. It was basic and bare.
“I’m supposed to stay here for thirty days?”
“That’s what Priest said,” Miss Daisy replied, opening a drawer in the dresser and pulling something out of it.
“Here. This is what you’re to wear while you’re here. The drawer is full of items like these, and they’re all new.”
I watched as she tossed some cutoff shorts and a bikini top onto the bed. I wasn’t wearing that. Besides, who knew if they would fit.
“I can’t be here. This is a jail cell,” I stated rather than address the rags Miss Daisy had given me to wear.
She shrugged. “Sounds like a personal problem. You need to take that up with Priest.”
“Maybe I will,” I replied and turned back to head for the door.
Miss Daisy shoved me in the chest and caught me off guard. She stepped out of the room, shoved the door closed, and I heard a clink. The sinking sensation in my chest didn’t settle into the pit of my stomach until I reached for the knob and jiggled it.
“Damn.” I sighed.
The door was locked.
The way those men looked at me downstairs, the words Priest spoke about my father’s victims, and the way women were treated confirmed that I couldn’t stay here. I had to escape if I wanted to keep my sanity and purity intact.
I jerked on the doorknob and beat on it for several seconds in hopes that someone would come. There was nothing. It was so quiet that I began to wonder if I was alone upstairs.
I rushed to the window and looked out, and I hoped that someone would be out back. I could ask them to come around and let me out. When I looked out, I saw no one, but hope rose within me. I shoved at the window and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened. I stepped one leg over the window ledge and onto a wider ledge. It was really a small roof area over the first floor. I pulled my other leg over and then peered around.
There weren’t a lot of businesses around, and there were no houses. But if I could make it to the tree line almost a hundred yards away without being spotted, I was sure that I could find help and escape this madness.
I scooted to the edge of the ledge and looked around. It was quiet out here, thankfully. The drop to the ground wasn’t too far, and I could make it without hurting myself. I might catch a couple of bruises, but nothing as severe as a sprained ankle. It would be worth it, though, if I could escape the Immortal Descendents.
With my legs dangling over the ledge, I pushed forward and prayed that I would land on my feet.
“Thank you, Jesus,” I muttered when I landed.
I stood, testing out my ankles before I was prepared to make a run for it.
“Looks like I’m not the only spiritual one,” I heard behind me.
That sexy, deep voice sent a thrill of pleasure down my spine while sparking fear in my brain. Shit, where had he come from?
I turned to see Priest right behind me. How had I missed the sweet aroma of the joint he smoked?
He took two steps toward me and snatched me by the arm. I knew that I would pay for this, but my belly clenched in attraction at his beauty and his demanding presence.
“Told you that you were mine. I don’t play about shit that belongs to me, including your sweet ass. Can’t wait to get a taste of that bougie pussy.”