Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
NOVA
I was pleasantly surprised by what Spider had in his cupboards. Queenie obviously stocked up, but he had no idea how to cook anything with the ingredients. Deciding on baking a chocolate fudge cake, as well as a British steak pie for dinner, I set about cooking. The music was on and I was in my element.
As I was frying the steak, the alarm system made a weird beeping noise. I frowned, wondering what it was. I wasn’t scared, as it wasn’t loud, and I figured it was probably some kind of glitch. I decided to check the screen that he had shown me before he left. I open the storage cupboard where he had the main security system set up and look at the screen.
“Shit,” I whisper as I see men at the back of the house trying to get in. I turn and panic, wondering what I should do. I run into the kitchen and grab one of the large carving knives before I run upstairs and shut myself in the wardrobe. Crouching down, hiding myself amongst the clothes, I sit and wait. It occurs to me my cell is on the nightstand. I quickly and quietly get up and grab it before returning to the wardrobe.
I call Spider, but it just rings and rings. No answer. I hit call again, and as I do I hear the sound of glass being smashed.
“Come on,” I plead.
“Sweetheart, now ain’t a good time,” he answers.
“They’re here,” I whisper.
“They’re what?” he repeats. “Sorry darlin’, I can’t hear a thing at the moment,” he says loudly down the phone.
“They are here!” I whisper loudly.
“They are there? Who?” he asks. I don’t speak as I peek through the slate, seeing the silhouette of a man walking into the bedroom. “Nova? Nova?” he repeats, his voice panicked.
The wardrobe door swings open and I gasp. “Hello, my girl.” Dean smiles.
I hold my knife up. “Leave me alone, Dean,” I warn, my voice breaking with fear.
“Oh, but you are forgetting I own you,” he sneers. He clicks his fingers and two of his men bend down and grab my ankles. I scream, stabbing the knife forward, trying to stop them. “Leave me alone!” I screech. “No!” I scream, trying to fight them. As I wave the knife out, I manage to slash one of their arms.
“Ow! Fucking bitch!” he hisses. “Give me that fucking thing,” he growls, trying to snatch the knife from my hands. He manages to take it and throws it across the room.
“Get off me!” I scream, trying to kick out, but it’s no use. They have my ankles in a tight grip. I twist and look at the cell in the wardrobe as they drag me out of the room. “Luca!” I scream.
“Shut up, bitch,” one of them snaps. Rearing his fist back, he slams it into my face. My vison blurs as I struggle to stay conscious.
“Easy, I still have money to make from her. Don’t go damaging the goods,” Dean chastises. He leans down over me, his face close to mine. My eyes roll back at the dizziness. “Welcome home, my girl,” he beams. “Get her in the truck. They will be here in minutes,” Dean warns, and they do as he says, quickly stuffing me in the back seat of the truck.
I drifted in and out of consciousness in the back of the truck. No matter how hard I tried to stay awake, my eyes felt too heavy. I sit up squinting, my eyes adjusting to the light.
“Nice of you to join us,” Dean says. I look to the left and see him sat in an armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. “It’s not like you to put up a fight. Normally you were very accommodating,” he states.
“That’s because you drugged me,” I snap back. “Where are we?” I ask, looking around a nice looking apartment.
He smirks as he pulls out a little baggy from his pocket. “A nice little rental I’ve hired, just while we are here, but now that I have you, I will be cutting our stay short,” he states, smiling. “If this is all it takes to get you back to work, then why don’t you take some right now? I mean, you have a lot of work to do to pay me back what you stole.”
“I’m not giving you anything. I am not yours,” I seethe.
He moves quickly, his hand wrapping around my neck. “You are mine. I own you. Do you hear me? You think your new boyfriend will come and rescue you? Do you?” he sneers, squeezing my neck tighter. I choke, struggling for breath. “He won’t come, none of them will. They are scattered in tiny little pieces.” He smiles.
“What…” I choke out. “… Did you do?” I gargle.
Dean smiles before he releases his grip on my neck. I fall forward, gasping for air.
“Bring them in,” I hear him demand as I desperately draw in oxygen.
“Get your motherfucking hands off me!” I hear Star protest.
“You’ve royally fucked up, do you know that?!” Maggie protests.
Two of Dean’s men shove them forward and they stumble towards me, falling to the ground. We grab each other in tight hug.
Star looks at my face and the fresh mark on my neck. “You okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m so sorry,” I apologise.
“Shh, you’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Be strong. Don’t show him any weakness,” Star advises, giving me a small smile. Maggie gives my hand a squeeze.
“Well, isn’t this lovely? I am sorry I spilled the beans before you both got here, but I did miss out some of the other information.” He presses something on his phone and turns it around to face us. “I will just let you watch this, then I am happy to answer any questions you may have.” He grins.
We watch a video, and it’s them. Spider, Ghost, Acid, Cash, all of them stood by a motel. We continue to watch as Ghost, Spider, and Acid walk up some steps towards a room, only for them to start to walk back down. A huge explosion shows them being catapulted across the parking lot, followed by smog and smoke from the explosion covering the entire parking lot. Dean then places his phone back in his cell pocket.
“Wait! Are they okay? We need to know if they are alive,” I plead desperately.
Star grabs my hand. “They are alive,” she says with such certainty.
“How do you know that?” I ask, my voice breaking.
She smiles a small smile. “Because Ghost would never leave me, even in death. He’s too fucking stubborn to die, and I’m too fucking stubborn to let him,” she states, emotion thick in her voice. She turns back around to face Dean. “You do realise you have kidnapped the Vice President’s ol’ lady, the President’s ol’ lady, and the cousin of the President of the Satan’s Outlaws MC, who is also the ol’ lady of a brother of the Black Hearts MC. You will be dead before the end of the day,” Star says cheerfully, like she’s giving someone the best news of their life.
Dean’s gaze flickers to one of his men. “You failed to inform me of this.”
“You told us to get the two women, and get rid of the old one,” the guy defends.
I look at Star. “Queenie?” I ask, worried.
She nods. “It’s okay. She will be okay,” Star assures me, but I’m not sure if she’s trying to convince me or herself.
Dean stands and goes toe to toe with the guy. “You were supposed to do your research; watch them and take notes of who they are and what their connections were. Do you not think that when the remaining Black Hearts MC members find out about this that they won’t come for us?” Dean presses.
“Yeah, but you said as a good amount of them would be dead by the explosion, then we could deal with the last few easily,” the guy argues back.
“That was when it was just a few of them. Now they will join fucking forces with a whole other fucking MC! You fucking moron!” Dean fumes. He turns away, gripping his hair before drawing his gun and shooting the guy right between the eyes. We jump and huddle together. Never in the years that Dean owned me have I ever seen him kill someone like that, without a care or second thought.
“Right, I need a second to think,” he breathes, pacing back and forth while the dead guy’s stone cold gaze stares right through us.
“He’s unstable,” Star whispers. “This will either work in our favour or it could be dangerous.”
“As it stands, I’m a liability. What do you do with those that are a liability?” Maggie asks. I shrug. “You dispose of them, so either I’m next to be shot between the eyes, or he will knock me out and dump me somewhere. But the way he is behaving, it makes me think I will be lying next to the dead guy,” she points out.
I grip her hand in mine, and that’s when realisation hits me; the tracker Luca gave me. I stupidly put it in my underwear as a joke that he would be tracking my pussy all day. “I have a tracker,” I whisper to Star and Maggie.
“What do you mean you’ve got a tracker?” Star asks.
I look over at Dean who is now on his cell. “Luca.” I pause. “I mean Spider gave me this little tracker thing. Said to keep hold of it, just in case of an emergency. I put it in my underwear as a joke. I’ve just remembered it’s still in my panties,” I say, smiling.
Star smiles. “Where has it disappeared to if you can no longer feel it?” She smirks.
“For fuck’s sake Star, now is not the time for pussy jokes,” Maggie sighs.
“There is always time for pussy jokes,” Star corrects her. “Now, all we’ve got to do is make sure he is distracted long enough for them to find us,” Star adds.
“And pray that Spider or his cell weren’t injured during the explosion, so that he can track it,” Maggie points out.
“Oh Jesus, way to spin a negative.” Star sighs.
“What? I’m being realistic.” Maggie shrugs.
“Well, right now, maybe be a little less realistic and more optimistic,” Star suggests, looking at me.
Maggie winces. “Sorry, I’m sure he’s fine. His cell is fine and all will be fine,” Maggie says, forcing a smile onto her face.
I can’t help but laugh. “God, please don’t ever become a negotiator.” I snort. “You mean well, but your words don’t exactly fill me with hope. If I was on the ledge of a building right now, I would be jumping,” I add. We all laugh.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Dean roars.
“Sorry.” Star snorts back her laughter.
“Stop fucking laughing!” Dean yells, making us laugh harder. It could be the hysteria setting in.
“You want to play it like that?” Dean seethes. He reaches forward, grabs me by my hair and drags me across the floor.
“Let go!” I kick and scream out in pain. He lets go and crouches down in front of me, holding the small baggy.
“I think it’s time you have some of this. Fuck knows you would be a lot more compliant,” he sneers.
I shake my head. “No,” I whisper.
“Make sure she doesn’t move,” he orders as he pulls out a needle.
I shake my head. “No, no, please,” I beg.
Dean smiles. “It’s okay. We’ve just moved things along a little, because you see, if I inject it straight into your blood stream, it works a lot quicker than if you smoke it. It’s become the most effective way of dealing with the girls. They are then always laid back and relaxed, ready for the clients.” He smiles.
He puts down a spoon and a lighter. “I will smoke it,” I state.
“Nova, no,” Star protests.
“Ah, that’s right. Your name is Nova, and here I was thinking your name was Lucy.” Dean tuts, calling me by the fake name I used to go by. “So many secrets you kept from me,” he sighs.
“Please, I will smoke it,” I beg. “Then…” I pause, trying to find the courage to finish what I’m about to say. “I will stay, and you can let them go. If you let them go, it will stop both MC’s coming after you. You came for me, and you have me now, so you can let them go. I will smoke that, and I will do whatever you tell me to do. Please,” I beg.
Dean’s eyes alight with enjoyment. He always did like it when we would plead and beg him. It gives him power.
“No, Nova. You don’t need to do this,” Star claims.
Dean sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin. “Prove it to me,” he demands.
I frown, unsure what he means. “Come here. Remove that T-shirt you’re wearing and suck my dick,” he orders.
My stomach rolls with nausea. “If I do this, you will let them go?” I ask.
Dean smiles. “I promise they will be able to leave unharmed, but I need to see your commitment to me. I need to see how sorry you really are for stealing my money and running away from me,” he states as he unbuckles his belt.
I look over to Star and Maggie, and both of them are shaking their heads, telling me not to do it. I get to my feet and stand before him, but as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt, I pause.
“Well, come on. Remember you’re my girl, and I want to see all of my girl,” Dean coaxes.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Star cuts in, standing in front of me.
“Star, it’s okay. Go,” I whisper.
“Like fuck are we leaving you, and like fuck are you doing anything to this penisite,” she spits.
“A penisite?” Dean queries.
“Yeah, it’s a mash up of a parasite and a penis. I figure you have a micro penis, a one inch destroyer, so it seemed fitting, unlike that god awful suit you’re wearing,” Star says, curling her lip in disgust.
“Star,” I warn, looking to Dean’s men who are big and could knock us out with one hit, as well as armed.
Dean clicks his fingers, and his men aim their guns, while others pull their knives out and stand, ready to attack.
Maggie grabs Star by the shoulders. “Please excuse her, she has Tourette’s.” Maggie falsely laughs.
“Back over there,” Dean orders. Maggie and Star shuffle back to the other side of the room. “Now, where were we?” Dean smiles. “Oh yes, take it off,” he orders.
I look over my shoulder at Star and Maggie, both of them still shaking their heads no.
I inhale a deep breath for courage. “No,” I say defiantly.
“You know your decisions don’t count here, do they, Harvey?” he asks one of his men, the biggest one of them all.
“No, boss,” he agrees.
“Tell me Harvey, would you like a taster?” Dean asks, gesturing to me. My heart rate picks up at the insinuation. I can handle Dean, but I don’t know what to expect from a guy like Harvey. He makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“I’d have a good go boss, but the other one is more my type,” he answers.
Dean ushers me aside, looking at Harvey. “Who?” he asks.
“The black haired one, the one with the mouth. I like the fight in them, boss,” Harvey says happily.
“You come anywhere near me, and I will bite your pathetic excuse of a dick clean off,” Star threatens, but it only makes Dean and Harvey smile more.
“Oh, go on then. Let this be your bonus. Enjoy,” Dean says cheerfully.
“Wait, you said you would let them go unharmed,” I argue.
“And I will. Nothing wrong with a little fucking before they go. No permanent marks, Harvey,” Dean warns.
“No, boss.” Harvey smiles as he walks towards Star.
Star shuffles herself back against the wall. “You stay the fuck away from me,” Star warns. She puts her hand in her pocket and when she pulls her hand back out, I notice she has her gold knuckle dusters on. Her gaze flickers to me. I give her brief nod and she swings her fist out and slams it straight into Harvey’s dick. He cries out like a baby and falls to his knees. Maggie moves quickly and grabs his gun from his holster. She stands and takes aim at the other men.
“Uh-uh ladies, that is not how you treat your host,” Dean warns as he comes up behind me and presses a cold blade against my neck.
“Let her go,” Maggie demands.
Dean laughs. “Just think about who has the upper hand here. I have 4 more men, all armed with either guns or blades. I have a blade to your friend’s throat, and all it would take is one little slip of the hand,” he says. Pausing, he slices his blade along my neck, just enough to draw blood. I hiss in pain, feeling the blood trickle down my body. “And she would be dead. So come on, let’s not be silly here. You are outnumbered here, and this can only end badly,” he points out.
“Oh, it’s going to be fucking catastrophic,” a deep voice states.
I look to the right. “Luca,” I breathe.
His intense green eyes fuse with mine. “Hey, sweetheart.”