Chapter 21

Lily

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but since David handcuffed me to the door of his car and injected me with a needle in my neck, it’s all a blur. I woke in a dilapidated house with my hands bound together with rope attached to a rafter in the ceiling in my bra and panties. I’m barely able to touch the floor.

David comes and goes. I should be grateful he feeds me once a day and gives me water when he remembers. There’s no electric and the place is smoldering.

I could’ve been here hours, days or weeks, but I don’t have the faintest of time. I know my arms are painfully numb and the stretch of my body is making my muscles cramp.

I’ve since learned to keep my mouth shut and not poke the bear that’s David. He showed me he had definitely changed from the manipulative man I knew him to be to the abusive dickhead he’s become.

When he’s not in the room with me pacing or constantly checking the windows, he’s in the other room on the phone or he could be talking to himself. He’s unkempt and has a crazy look in his eyes.

Just like now, he’s walking back and forth, back and forth. His hands are running through his already disheveled hair. He’s muttering something under his breath.

“David.” I whimper. He stops and slowly turns to face me. “Can you please untie me? I can’t feel my arms.”

“No. I will NOT untie you. Last time I did that you ran back to the bikers. Fuck that. I’m going to figure out how to get out of this shithole and get us back to Florida. When were back in Florida, I might untie you, but until then no.” He looks me up and down and his stone-cold glare turns to a smirk. “I kind of like you tied up like this. What do you think your biker boyfriend will think if I take what’s mine? I bet he’d toss you like trash. Shit, I’d have left your ass alone if you hadn’t cost me everything by leaving.” He creeps closer to me with each word. “I think I might plant a little David in you, so if he ever does find you, he won’t want anything to do with your ass.” He starts pacing again. “Yeah, I think I might do that.”

He moves so fast I don’t have a chance to kick or fight. He rips my panties off and pulls a knife from his back pocket. “Stop fucking moving or I’ll cut your tits off along with your bra.” He bellows.

I continue to squirm and try to get as far as the ropes will allow me to go, but there’s no hope. As he positions the knife under the center of my bra, he nicks my flesh and pulls the knife back to himself, freeing me of my bra. I watch as the blood runs down my chest to my stomach. I’m numb because I don’t even feel pain from the cut.

He snatches the bra away from my breasts, but it doesn’t go far. He tosses the knife to the floor and grips one breast tight enough to make me scream.

“That’s right. Scream for me. I’m going to show you why I had to go to all those bitches to get what I want.”

He undoes the button and zipper to his jeans and they slide to his ankles. He pushes his underwear down enough for his dick to pop free. I never would have thought of his dick as small until I saw Chase’s. Where Chase is thick, David is skinny. Where Chase is long, David is stunted. I begin to deliriously laugh as David palms his little peter.

“What the fuck do you have to laugh about?” He questions frustrated.

“Um…nothing other than you’ve got a baby dick compared to what Chase has and I find it amusing that all those women screamed for you, as you so think they did. Have you ever wonder if they faked it? You know moaned and screamed to get you off so you would get out of them.” I chuckle on the last few words.

“Cunt.” He growls as he backhands me and I laugh again. Nothing about this situation is funny, but I can’t seem to get a hold of it. “I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

He steps closer, grabs my thighs in his hand and brings my core to his. At the first touch of his dick against my pussy, bile rises in my throat. He loosens his hold on one of my thighs so he can position himself better at my entrance. When he’s about to push forward, his phone rings. He drops my legs back to the floor. I exhale.

“Yeah.” He answers. “When? Okay, meet me off of Burruss Road.” A few more grunts and yeah’s. “I’ll meet you and bring you back here, so you can see what I’m dealing with. Yes, I’ve got the money. You just have to do your part and get me the fuck out of Georgia.” He hangs up.

He’s grinning wide. “We’ll be getting back to Florida sooner than I expected thanks to your little biker buddies having beef with another MC. Plus throw in a little money and it’s golden.” He spins and leaves the room. I hear a door slam and I’m left alone.

***

I’m awoken from the sound of heavy boots and rough voices nearing me. I lift my head hoping that my biker family has finally found me.

Once I get a good look at the men that are entering behind David, I bow my head again. Not even close to my biker family. These men are a part of the Rioting Devils MC. They’ve been rivals to the Chaotic’s since I was little.

My dad told me once that the President, Brute had a thing for Queenie back in the day. Brute and Rudy were best friends. They’d started the Southern Chaotic’s together, but when Queenie started hanging around a few years after Rudy’s wife left, there was a lot of posturing for her attention. The way Dad told it Brute fell hard for Queenie at first sight, but Queenie only had eyes for Rudy.

When Queenie made her choice, Brute left the club and his VP patch because there was no way he could watch as the woman he fell madly in love with and his best friend be together.

He ended up starting up the Rioting Devils MC a few months later and that’s when all the chaos started. Brute wanted Rudy to half the territory and Rudy wouldn’t. Brute started muling drugs through Cumming and Rudy put a stop to it. Each would push and pull and never give a bit.

Finally, Brute relocated somewhere in northern Georgia and as far as I’ve known there’s been no issues between the clubs. Looks like Brute’s ready to start a war.

I look up and I’m eye level with a leather kutte with Brute stitched on to it. I gradually raise my head and into the eyes of a bald hard faced man with cold green eyes. There’s no warmth or concern on his face for me, just anger.

“So, this bitch runs with the Chaotic’s.” Brute asks David.

“Yep, her dad was a Chaotic.”

“Who’s her dad?” he asks.

“I don’t know what the bikers called him and he’s been dead for years so I never met him, but her mom called him Wiz.” David responds.

“Really.” Brute turns his head back to me. “Your Wiz’s little girl. I bet your pops is rolling in his grave. The Chaotic’s couldn’t even protect a brother’s daughter.” He faces away from me. “This is the second time you’ve taken her from them?”

“Yeah.” David nods excitedly at Brutes unassuming praise. “It was easy. They never saw me coming both times.”

“So, what do you need from us?” Brute ask.

“I need an escort to the Georgia/Florida border. Once there, I’m straight. I’ve got a secluded place where we’re going until the MC gets tired of looking for her.”

“When do you want this done?”

“As soon as possible. I want out of this shithole and back to civilization.”

“I’m going to need a couple of days to get everything in place. That sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

Brute looks me over again and if being naked in front of five bikers I don’t know isn’t daunting, having a man old enough to be my father check me out is sickening. I lower my head, so my need to spit in his face won’t get me battered and bruised anymore than I already am.