5. Whisper
Igrabbed the nine-millimeter from under my pillow and shot up in bed. I aimed the gun into the darkness, blinking to clear my sight. My instincts told me I wasn’t alone. I heard the strain on the wooden panel as someone took a step toward me and I cocked the gun.
”Take one more step and I”ll sh…”
I gasped as from my right side, a hand reached out and stripped the gun from my hand, the magazine was removed and the sound of the bullets hitting the floor made me sprint toward the door, shoving past the man that was standing a foot away from my bed.
“That’s the last time you’ll be pulling a gun on me,” he stated angrily, and I instantly knew it was the biker who had come for me earlier.
”What the fuck?” I managed to say before he grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up over his shoulder.
”Let me go!” I screamed and kicked out, but nothing made him flinch. He only grabbed my thigh tighter as he began to make his way out the door.
“Bandit grab the gun, we may need it with this one.” I saw a huge shadow run across the room as I continued to punch at the Powertrain’s back.
”Where are you taking me? My father will kill you!”
”I highly doubt that.” He murmured in that rich deep tone of his.
”Well, if he doesn”t my brother will.”
”That, I don”t doubt,” he grunted as I managed to scratch at his head.
I froze, as I felt the sound smack of his hand against my ass. I was wearing jean shorts and they’d ridden up high enough that his hand had made contact with skin.
”Who the hell do you think you are!” I screamed bloody murder as he fought to keep a hold of me.
He was heading toward the strip at the back of the grounds. How did he even know about this place? Only…
It finally dawned on me that my brother had been watching me this entire time, and that only angered me even more. But I also knew I didn”t stand a chance. Not only was Powertrain built like a fucking truck, he held a vice grip on me that felt like steel. I was screwed but it didn”t stop me from fighting him. I scratched his head, punched at his kidneys, and even managed to bite his shoulder. I even gripped the rail as he carried me up the ladder, but the man with him, a big burly guy built like Fort Knox, slipped my hand away and patted my head as if I were a dog. He followed the Bastard into the private jet, smiling at me reassuringly.
“I sure wish this hadn’t turned out this way,” he murmured as Powertrain finally set me down.
Well, he practically threw me into the chair. I could see both of them more clearly under the light. The man with him, I think he’d called him Bandit, had sandy blonde hair and wore a blue tacky Hawaiian style shirt. Powertrain was different. He was a lot more handsome than I’d taken him for earlier. He had a dark beard that lined a chiseled jawline, dark coffee brown eyes whose brow furrowed when he got pissed, a reaction that I seemed to induce quite frequently since we met. He wore a black tank, his RBMC vest over it. His patch sewn on front read Treasurer and I wondered why he’d been chosen to come get me. His chest and arms were inked in intricate tattoos. Ones that I wanted a deeper look at as I questioned their story. I found that his calloused hands were rough to the touch, and they excited me in ways that made me curious about the man.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he said as Bandit held my hands back and pressed against the seat.
“Bandit, grab that will ya.” He instructed, leaning into me to hold me down while we waited on Bandit to return.
“You’re going to pay for this, I swear it.” I cursed into his ear, trying not to inhale his rich fragrance or the deep scent of leather that lingered from his skin.
”This is your fault. All you had to do was come peacefully. You’re the one who wanted to make things difficult.”
I sneered, attempting to bite his nose off when he got close, but I regretted that move as he grabbed my face and roughly shoved it back against the chair.
”I”ll kill you both!” I screamed while Bandit wrapped bungee cords around my small frame. Bungee cords!
”You”re hurting me.” I snarled at him.
”Good.” His eyes met mine. A dark, chocolate gaze that made me hesitate. ”Payback”s a bitch.”
”Aaargh,” I half snarled, half screamed.
”She”s a vicious one,” Bandit seemed to agree with a prior statement I hadn’t been privy to.
”Shut up!” I yelled at him.
He raised his hands and walked down the aisle of seats. ”We”re flying out in five!” He yelled back at us before slamming the cockpit door shut.
Powertrain gripped the seat and leaned into me, so he was at my eye level, his mouth only fragments of an inch from mine. That steely gaze bore into me and for a brief second, I wondered what he tasted like.
”Next time you point a gun at me, you better shoot me.”
“Believe me, next time I’m not hesitating.”
“You can blame your brother for this,” he said, moving into the chair facing me.
”I swear to God I”m going to rip his eyes out.”
He chuckled. ”Now that I”ll pay to see.” He strapped himself into the seat, white looking out the window.
”I”ll pay you. Just let me go and I”ll pay you double what any Bastard has to offer.”
He chuckled. ”Little girl, you couldn”t afford me even if you wanted to.”
”Asshole.”
He smirked, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, not even phased by me. I once again looked him over, this time taking my time to do so. The tattoos ran across his chest and muscled arms intrigued me, one in particular caught my eye. It read, Wrapped In You, across the top of his chest and something in me wondered what it would be like to be wrapped up in someone like him.
“I can feel your eyes on me. You’re gonna stare at me all night?”
“Fuck you,” I snapped.
He only chuckled at me. “It”s a long ride home. I suggest you fall asleep on your own unless you want me to roofie that fine ass of yours and help you along. Then maybe you can stop staring at me.”
I snarled at him, and he turned his head to the side, linking his hands on his lap and comfortably sliding down into the chair. Within minutes he was fast asleep, and I was left strapped to a chair and staring out into the oncoming sunrise on either side of me. When I got my hands on Macabre, I was going to smash his face in. I told him I”d deal with this on my own. He couldn”t just barge in and drag me back. I didn”t want to go back. I was fine being on my own and helping dad. I wasn”t a child anymore. Besides, he hadn”t been home for years, what the hell made him think he had the right.
Tears of anger fell down my cheeks and that burn settled in the middle of my chest. I felt trapped, like I couldn’t breathe. My raven ruffled its wings, and I closed my eyes.
“Not here,” I begged it.
If I shifted there was nowhere to go. It’s not like a bird could open doors. I couldn’t hide or fly anywhere, so instead, I sat back and tried to control the animal, impossible as that was. It seemed to pick up on my unease and it ruffled through me again offering me comfort. I sank into that feeling, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
A man hovered over me, his beard tickling my cheek. A soft male voice urged me to wake up, hard lips pressing against my neck, causing me to shiver. The voice again, this time stronger, ordering me to open my eyes. Again, those lips nipped and kissed at my neck, strong hands holding me down.
Suddenly the plane jerked, and I was jerked awake. I felt the drop in the pit of my stomach as Bandit, the pilot was yelling back to us through the speakers. I let out a blood curdling scream that woke up the ogre in front of me.
”What the fuck!” He yelled, gripping on to the seat rests.
”Bandit!” He screamed.
The crackle and then squeal of the speaker echoed around us. The plane continued to descend as the man in front of me undid his seatbelt and flung himself at me. I grunted as his hard body pressed into mine.
”What, are you doing?” I managed to say between gritted teeth.
”Hold still,” he grunted as he undid the bungee cords. I sighed as the thick rope released me. I was still strapped to my seat as he held on to what he could and stared down at me.
”Stay here!”
”Oh yeah, I”m just going to open the door and take a stroll down onto those mountains!” I screamed, pointing at the tip of a mountain peak.
”Fuck!” He yelled, fighting his way into the cockpit.
My heart raced and I closed my eyes. This is not how I was planning to die. The raven stirred sensing danger and I told it to wait. If there was anyone who could save me, it was my raven. I looked over at the man who had kidnapped me, and a question lingered.
Who would save him?
I shook the thought from my head, there was nothing I could do. I wondered if I could trust this stranger with my secret, but I had no choice. In the end, I had to choose between living or dying, no matter the cost.