Captive Obsession (Ghost Rebels MC: Kilkenny #8)

Chapter 1

ONE

Rebel

The mood was sombre in the van as we carted the package to the safe house. I had not wanted to be part of this, not only because I knew just how annoying this package was, but because I knew it meant I would be staying in one house without the use of my bike for days on end.

Of course, I would do it.

I needed to for my club, for Shona.

She’d been the best big sister in the world. She wasn’t my actual sister but she’d been the only one who treated me like an adult and yet nurtured me when I didn’t want to be one.

If she needed me to do this, I would.

The package sat up, the bag over her head, her arms and legs bound softly, enough leeway for her to move but not enough for her to charge at us.

Her head moved in my direction but there was no way she could tell it was me.

She was blinded by the bag and I was in my balaclava but the way her body slunk in her bindings, as if she were relaxing, told me she knew she wasn’t in actual danger.

The reasons for doing this were still sketchy but I knew it had something to do with her family. The family we were protecting her from.

The family we had thought we’d taken out when we bombed their damn clubhouse but it turns out some of them were roaches and not even a bomb could stop them.

When the van stopped, I looked out at the secluded house near the woods. It wasn’t in Kilkenny, for her own safety, but it wasn’t too far from it that I couldn’t get back if I needed to.

I jumped out ahead of the men carrying Darby inside. One of them lifted the bag from her head and held the chloroform rag to her face. She fought it for a few minutes until her body sagged and she was carried into one of the rooms inside.

Once the coast was clear, I pulled the balaclava from my head and looked over at Wolf who pulled his free at the same time.

“Why the secrecy from her? The balaclavas were a little much.”

“I don’t ask questions, little Rebel, just follow orders…just like you.”

I sighed, rubbing a hand over my head. This was going to be one hell of an assignment but if this meant I was useful, I’d take it.

Being around all the boys when they were with their women was doing my head in.

I’d never thought I would settle down, the nomadic life had been one I’d enjoyed and yet I felt myself yearning for more as the days wore on.

“Your bike is out back,” he said. “This phone only has mine, Shona’s, Ace’s and Brogan’s number on it. No personal calls, yeah?”

I nodded. “Thanks for bringing my bike.”

“We all gotta ride sometime, right?” he said with a smirk. “Good luck with the princess. I heard she’s a real peach.”

“Maybe a rotten one,” I shot back. Wolf laughed as he got back in the van and the others all filed out of the house and jumped in the back. Seeing the van leave made me aware of just how alone we were out here. The sound of the forest around us was the only noise.

I headed back inside and took a look around. It was a beautiful and spacious house, complete with furniture and state of the art kitchen appliances. At least we could be comfortable while locked in this prison sentence together.

Moving to the room they put her in, I checked that she was untied and breathing softly.

Stepping back, I couldn’t deny her beauty.

She was the younger version of Shona, with dark blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and freckles across her creamy skin but you could only see them if you were up close and personal.

She had the body of a sinner, wide hips but a flat tummy, her ass was one to behold, not that I’d been looking, but damn if she were anyone but Shona’s little sister.

I knelt beside her, watching her sleep, when I realised…

“You can knock it off now, Darby, I know you’re not passed out.”

Her eyes snapped open and she slogged me with her fist, blinding me for a minute as she made her getaway.

I slowly got up and walked back out to the area near the door and leaned against the wall, watching her try to escape.

She was frantically trying to open it but the thing about this place was… you needed the code.

It didn’t even open with a key.

State of the art technology at its finest.

“The door won’t open, Darby,” I said. “You are stuck with me for the foreseeable future. Tell me, how did you wake from the chloroform so easily?”

She sagged against the door, her hands splayed on the wooden arch, before she turned around to face me with a smug look on her face.

“Some things a girl learns when she knows her daddy wants to pimp her out to certain clientele.

Your buddies could use some pointers. It takes a lot longer for someone to pass out from chloroform than I did…

I also know not to suck in deep breaths like most do when they are hit with the cloth.

It made me dizzy, yes, but not enough that I didn't know what to do.”

I was impressed, I hated to admit. I also hated to know that she had to learn that because of her father.

She didn’t know it yet but he was gone…so were her brothers, all but one, who wanted to take her away but he wasn’t a good guy.

We couldn’t trust his intent yet, which was why I was stuck on babysitting duty.

She made a move to head down the hall, to where the rooms were. As she passed me, her eyes landed on mine and I saw softness there. She’d grown to trust me as we were stuck together before and as much as she drives me insane, I knew I wanted to protect her.

She didn’t deserve the life she got handed. It didn’t mean I was going to spend every waking moment with her, though. I did respect my own mental health, after all, and she could be an annoying little princess when she wanted to be.

Honestly, I knew she did it as an act. She was far more intelligent than most of us gave her credit for, but if she were annoying enough, she probably thought we’d give up on her and she’d be free.

She’d only be free when we knew it was safe for her, whether she wanted our help or not.

“In the van…you looked at me even though you couldn’t possibly know it was me…how?”

Her smile almost didn’t meet her eyes but there was a glint there that told me I needed to be careful.

“Your cologne…” she said as she passed me.

“What about it?”

“You smelled good,” she told me. “That’s how I knew it was you and that I was safe.”

She moved down the hall and entered one of the spare rooms, slamming the door. I didn’t understand the feeling in my chest after knowing that little nugget of information, but after feeling my cock harden a little, I knew I was in trouble.

Darby

I should be thankful that I didn’t have to go back to Belfast but the inability to make my own decisions was weighing heavily on me. I knew Shona was behind this, the sister that I barely knew and yet she was locking me away just like my father had.

At least here, I wasn’t at risk of being molested or groped at every opportunity. I’d been lucky to escape from every advance that came my way, but I knew my father had had plans for me. I suppressed the shudder making its way to the surface knowing just how bad those plans could have been.

The smell of bacon and sausages wafted under my door and as if on cue, my stomach groaned with hunger. Of all nights to skip out on a meal it was last night when they’d staged a kidnapping. I mean, honestly, why did they need to? I would have gone willingly.

Anything to get out of that clubhouse.

It wasn’t like the one I’d been raised in. It was nice…and rarely anyone was getting a blowjob or getting fucked in the main area. Honestly, if I weren’t my father’s child, I would have thought it a nice place to live.

I pulled on a pair of jeans that had been sitting on the chair by the bed and moved out of my room and into the kitchen.

Rebel was shirtless and cooking over the stovetop.

He wasn’t as heavily tattooed as the others I’d seen but he had a fair few on his back and sides.

When he turned around, I almost gasped when I saw the large celtic cross on his chest. It went from the middle of his pecs to his belly button.

“Oh…I didn’t hear you,” he said, ignoring the fact I was ogling his naked chest. “You hungry?”

“Uh…yeah, I suppose I am,” I said.

“Grab a plate,” he said, as he moved back over to the pan and continued to toss the bacon around it.

I moved over to the counter and saw a large plate piled full of scrambled eggs with some kind of green herb through it, light and fluffy and to die for.

I wasn’t an egg person but that looked lush.

I grabbed a few bits of bacon and a couple of sausages and lastly a piece of toast and took it over to the table.

“That all you want?” he asked me as he started to pile his up.

“Well yeah,” I said. “I’m only one person.”

His smile was genuine and it changed his whole demeanour. Was I crushing on my captor? Surely not. He came over to the table and sat down and chowed down on his mountain of meat and eggs.

“You don’t like eggs?” he asked me, looking at my plate.

“Not really but they do look good, I have to admit.”

He picked up his fork and swept some of his eggs onto my plate. “Try it.”

Some part of me wanted to rebuff him and yet I did as he requested, delighted by the explosion of flavour in my mouth. It wasn’t eggy, rather it was creamy and absolutely divine. I moaned as I enjoyed it, catching his eyes darkening for a mere moment before he looked away.

“What did you do to them?”

“Old recipe,” he said, his voice a little more strained.

“I’m surprised you know how to cook,” I said. “Don’t the club girls do it for you?”

“I am capable of cooking,” he shot back and I could see he was annoyed. I had no idea why and for the first time since meeting him, I felt bad.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at the food again. “I…guess I only ever knew my clubhouse and never had someone cook for me other than them.”

He cleared his throat but didn’t respond.