Chapter 17

Your mind is your instrument. Learn to be its master and not its slave.
-Yoga Inspiration

Kenna

It’s been days and I still can’t believe that I’m here, in this fucking hot ass garage; or even in this situation. I haven’t seen anyone for hours, or maybe it’s been more than that. To be honest, I can’t keep track anymore. I can’t remember the last time I was fed, or the last time I had anything to drink. I can feel the dryness in my mouth and how chapped my lips are, even the binds that are digging deep into the flesh of my wrists. The only cool thing I feel is the concrete below me. My legs have gone numb from sitting here for so long and whenever I try to move, agonizing pain shoots through my body.

How the fuck did this happen?

How?

How did I not see this? How did my father not see this?

Neither of us are stupid, but maybe we grew naive. Maybe we thought that threats like this wouldn’t be so close to home, or on our damn payroll. No matter how hard I try to wrap my head around this, I can’t. I cannot pinpoint where shit went south, why Philip would betray us. After all, there has to be a reason. Doesn’t there? It’s not like someone just wakes up one day and decides to betray someone. Or maybe they do. I’m not very sure. Thoughts plague my mind, and I can’t help but wonder if all of this is connected. If my past somehow would have shown me my future.

I’m second guessing everything right now, how long Philip has been with us, the things that he’s said...and now I’m thinking he had something to do with Phantom’s death. I know it was an MC related shooting. These cocksuckers took the credit for it, but was it Philip who pulled the trigger? Anything’s possible at this point and I feel like I already know the answer.

I hear the screeching of metal, signifying that I’m about to be in someone’s company. I doubt that I’m going to like it, the last time I sure as hell didn’t and I now have bruises to mark my body. It turns out that I wasn’t just here to send a message, I was here to fuck around with too. They hadn’t raped me yet, but they had no problem hitting me until I couldn’t see straight. I wonder what they have planned today, or who my visitor might be.

“You change your mind yet, little girl?” I hear his voice and instantly roll my eyes, not giving a rat’s ass if he saw me or not. Donnie is the Prez of the Muskrats MC. They’ve been around for many years, you think they’d change their dumbass name….but nope. They didn’t. Still fugly.

“I told you the first time. I’m not marrying your disgusting ass,” I hiss out, taking me is much more than sending a message. Donnie’s trying to force me into marrying him, so he’ll run the city. Not happening. No way in hell will it ever happen. I’d rather die.

He rushes up to me, grabs me by my neck and slams my head into the metal bar that I’m tied to. “You don’t talk to me like that, bitch. It’s time you learn your place. I’m bein’ nice to your ass, givin’ you an option that will keep you alive. Instead you’re over here bein’ all mouthy and ungrateful. How long do you think I’ll deal with that shit? Hmm?”

“You don’t get Miami without me, idiot. I’m your key, and you want to act like I’m not? Sure, go ahead. But at the end of the day, I’m the golden ticket that you’ll never have. You’ll be dead in no time.”

“That’s funny,” he laughs in my face, “You’ve been here for four days and no one even noticed you were missing until today. I might just decide to move you, further away from Miami. I doubt they’ll even find your ass then.”

He’s bluffing. They would’ve noticed, both my father and Phoenix. They’ve had people looking for me, and we’re just outside of Miami. It’s gonna take no time for them to find me. I just need to be patient and stay alive long enough for them to get here. They’re both smart, they’ll figure this shit out.

The door screeches again and then I see the traitor himself come into my view. I can’t help it when my expression turns to a look filled with disgust. I hate him more than anyone on this damn planet. I trusted him, and look what he has done, handed me over to the enemy like a toy to be played with.

Donnie whips his hand around and slaps the back side against my face. “Don’t know why the fuck you’re looking at him when I’m speaking to you” The stinging sensation radiates through my face, burning like a bitch. I’d never been hit by a man until my time here, and every single one that touched me is going to die a miserable death. That I can promise.

“You have a fuckin’ option, why you gotta be so high on that damn horse of yours I dunno, but make a decision, Kenna. It’s pretty fuckin’ easy. You marry me, or I kill you. Either way, I’ll enjoy fuckin’ that pussy of yours as much as I will slicing it up with my knife.”

My eyes go wide at his words.

“What, you think I was gonna make it easy on you? Fuck no. I’m gonna enjoy it either way. Matter of fact, I think I’ll fuck you first, then kill you” Donnie steps away from me, mutters something to Philip and I hear the door slam shut. Donnie may be gone, but I’m still in the room with a monster.

“I doubt they’ll keep you alive for long, you aren’t that valuable,” Philip sneers, smirking as he leans against the garage doors.

That’s where he’s wrong, I know my fucking worth.