CHAPTER FOURTEEN
– LIVI –
My body is aching everywhere. I open my eyes only to find darkness. It takes me a second or two to realize fabric is covering my eyes, my face. A hood? My brain is foggy. The sound of two people mumbling distracts me until my brain kicks in and memories of what happened assault me.
A flare of panic hits. I don’t know where I am, or who is holding me captive. The fog clouding my brain clears a bit and the distant voices become clear.
“Remember to change the dressings. I’ve left you some medication, antibiotics, and painkillers. If you have any questions,” a female voice says.
A familiar voice cuts her off with, “I know where to find you. Thanks, doc.”
Retreating footsteps and then a door closes, right after I hear a lock click in place. I hold my breath and stay still, hoping they left me alone. I’ll wait a few more heartbeats and then I’ll try to move and remove the fabric covering my head, hoping they removed my restraints.
“You can sit up and remove the hood, Livi. I know you’re awake so cut the bullshit.”
Disbelief mixed with anger fills my veins. I want to flash up, rip my hood away and attack the fucker. Though, the way my body aches and hearing the lock click in place? I know it’s useless.
It’s why I shove the anger away to keep my cool as I slowly shift my body into a sitting position. A hiss rips from me when I use my arm when I pull the hood from my head. Green eyes meet mine. The fucker is wearing a smirk while he leans against the wall across from me.
“You did this,” I snap. “You had me kidnapped. Why?”
He pushes away from the wall and shrugs. “No one enters our life the way you did and comes away clean.”
“Comes away clean? What the hell kinda talk is that?” I grit and glance down to check my injuries.
“I could say the same thing. The shit you blabber about, offering full immunity for all my brothers. All lies. A story straight from a fairytale used by cops over and over to turn criminals into puppets. We don’t fall for that shit because we don’t care what happens next. We don’t care if one hole is deeper than the other or if havoc keeps rocking our boat. We live our life the way we want. Fuck what others say or do.”
I slowly clap my hands. “Nice speech. Good to know you consider yourself a pirate with the whole havoc rocking your boat and all.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. Knowing he won’t let me go after going through all the hassle of getting me here, I lie back down on the bed and get comfortable. At least this is a situation where the deal with my cousin comes in very handy.
“Comfortable?” Thorsten asks with a hint of laughter in his voice.
I close my eyes and shush the asshole.
“If you think Broken Deeds is coming to your rescue the way you said they’d offer me salvation, you’d be dead wrong.”
I keep my lips sealed. Archer will find me due to the chip inside me. I can’t wait to see Thorsten’s face when they drag him off to jail.
The annoying asshole chuckles. “Archer doesn’t have your location, Livi. I was with him when he shockingly came to the realization that your vitals were lacking. By the way your arm was injured? We guessed you lost or damaged it. Lucky me, eh?”
Hope of a quick rescue shatters inside me, but on the outside I keep my relaxed appearance.
“What? Nothing to say? We have all the time in the world now, babe.” Another chuckle. “Don’t you want to talk? I mean, you were chasing me. Kinda desperate, don’t you think? So, come on, you have me all to yourself for the unforeseeable future.”
I release a tired sigh. “I’m trying to get some sleep. My head, along with the rest of my body, is killing me. Can you fuck off and leave me the hell alone?”
“Where’s the motherfuckin’ madwoman who likes to go head-to-head with me with her sharp tongue?” he asks with a challenge in his voice.
“She’s taking a break due to an egocentric asshole who had me hit by a car, kidnapped me, and is currently holding me against my will.” My voice is steady and emotionless.
Thorsten’s phone gives a notification and he checks the screen.
My whole body aches and I still feel a little foggy in my head. Maybe the doctor gave me some painkillers or something. Besides, what else is there to do? Absolutely nothing. I close my eyes and decide to take a nap.
“Instead of focusing on me you should be thinking about the shit you did that landed your ass here,” he murmurs.
He sounds distracted, and when I take a tiny peek from underneath my lashes, I see his attention is on the phone in his hand. I know my body is hurting, but I need to take a chance and try to get the fuck out of here.
Bracing for the pain, I flash up and launch myself at him. I manage to punch him in the eye and scream at the agony it causes in my arm and side. His head whips back, and his phone crashes to the floor as he tries to defend himself.
“Stop. You’re going to rip your damn stitches,” he snarls and grunts when my elbow hits him in the shoulder as he lifts me by the waist.
I use every limb I have to kick out and do damage. He’s quick to spin us around and has me pinned to the wall with my next breath. My head bounces on impact and a wave of dizziness hits full force. Pain flares through me, and I’m fighting my body as well as Thorsten at this point.
His hand is around my throat when he snarls, “I said stop or I’ll fuck the anger out of you.”
My whole body freezes.
“You wouldn’t.” My voice is small and hollow.
Thorsten shoves his nose into my hair and inhales my scent.
He pulls back, his voice a taunting whisper. “Told you, babe, I do whatever the fuck I want. Especially now I’m the president instead of the VP.”
My gaze slides down to his pecs and indeed, it states in capital letters PRESIDENT.
He grinds his cock against my belly. “I did enjoy your mouth and pussy. So, I might take your ass this time. Tell me, Livi, have you ever had a cock up your ass or is it as virgin as your cherry pussy was right before I shoved my cock in there?”
Bile rises in my throat, and when the next wave of nausea hits, I’m unable to swallow it down. Turning my head, I lose the coffee I drank at the diner earlier. Thorsten jumps back. My body is aching, my head throbs, and the room is spinning. Black spots enter my vision. My knees buckle and I crumble to the floor. Once again today I give into the darkness claiming me.
I groan and slowly blink, realizing the room is dark. Shifting my body, I make the mistake of using my arm and hiss when pain shoots through it. I let myself drop to my back and release a curse.
If there’s anything I hate, it’s feeling powerless. I never give up, but with my body struggling, no one knowing where the fuck I am or who took me, it’s hard to stay positive. Another hit I don’t take gracefully is Thorsten.
Where I thought we had a connection, chemistry…something unusual and unique…he obviously couldn’t give two shits about what happened between us. I clearly mean nothing to him and to make a point he kidnapped me to prove he’s an egocentric asshole.
I can’t believe I quit my job, put my fucking ass on the line for him and his damn club. All while he clearly doesn’t care about me at all. Hell, the injuries on my body are the stone cold, and hard proof he’ll do anything he damn well feels like.
He might think I betrayed him, and yeah…I was undercover when we met and all…but all I’ve done throughout my undercover time was have his damn back.
It doesn’t matter. He’ll never see it my way. All I can hope, all I need to focus on, is getting out of here alive. Then I’ll make sure I never have to see that asshole again.