Chapter 1
Rebel
I am lying here on a filthy cold floor. I am chained to the wall with Brody next to me. He is still unconscious from whatever they slipped in our drinks or that is what I am thinking happened. We had previously thought that the Hell Keeperz MC were only mobile in buses, but this is no damn bus. The floor and the walls are wood with a filthy rug covering it. Smells musty and old. It could be an old house or hotel. There is a full-size bed in the corner of the room and a camera set up on a tripod. I see a toilet and sink in the corner. The lights are bright, but the windows are boarded with only small places to see out. I don’t even know how many hours I have been out. My mouth is dry, and my eyes feel heavy. I refuse to let sleep take me under again. I need to find us a way to escape. Gracie will be worried, along with all my brothers at the clubhouse. They will be on the hunt for us.
“What the hell happened?” Brody asks me.
“I would guess that we were drugged.” I answer Brody.
“My mind is a blank. What’s the last thing you remember?” I think about Brody’s question. Everything is still unclear.
“The last thing I remember is sitting down in the diner in Quitman and waiting for Cap to show up. The woman brought over some water and the menus. It had to be in the water. That means we have bigger problems than we thought. Most people in Northeast Texas know to not cross the Demented Revengers. Steve Neldan the owner of the diner has been a long- time supporter of the Demented Revengers. I can’t figure why he would change now. The waitress was new though, so maybe she did the drugging, but how did they get us out of the diner without anyone stepping in. I’m still not coming up with anything else.” I try to clear the fog out of my head. The door swings open and four men and one scared young woman walks in. The woman is crying silently. She has bruises on her arms and face. The things that get my attention are her hands are tied and the handprints around her neck. This woman has been through hell and back. I don’t recognize any of the men. I look at the one that entered first and his name on his cut is Light and his patch says VP.
“Well it looks like the assholes are finally awake. It’s almost show time.” Light laughs.
“Their families are going to have a new family video to add to their collections. All three stars are ready. That’s if the assholes can get it up.” I look at the man’s name and it is Titan and his patch says Enforcer. All the men laugh.
“I see you have noticed that the old crew has been put in permanent retirement. Now we are doing things our way.” Light sneers as he is saying it. One of the men behind the woman pushes her towards the bed. She almost falls but catches herself and walks over to the bed and sits on the edge of the bed. I look at the man that pushed her and he is a prospect. I glanced at the other man that I had not gotten his name yet and he is also a prospect. When we get out of here it may be important to take the Hell Keeperz MC down. The leadership of their club is changing hands may be the reason we haven’t been able to get closer to them. Light’s phone rings and he takes it out of his pocket. He steps out of the room to take the call. Titan walks over in front of us.
“This woman may be a little roughed up, but she is prime pussy. The kind of prime that is virgin. We’re going to give her to you and your buddy.” He’s looking straight at me. I stare back at him.
“No!” I yell. He starts laughing and the two prospects laugh along with him. The door opens and Light walks back in. He takes a zip tie out of his back pocket and hands it to one of the prospects.
“Zip tie her to the bed. The Prez has a job for Titan and me and then we will be back to get this done. I want one of you in the house and the other hid outside until we get back.” Light instructs the other men and he turns and leaves and Titan follows behind him. After the prospects make sure the woman is secured to the bed they leave without a word. Brody and I look at each other and then at the woman. The woman is timidly looking at Brody. I am giving Brody the time to take the lead.
“What is your name and story?” Brody asks her. She looks startled by the question. I can see she doesn’t know whether she should answer the question or not.
“Tell me something about you first. I don’t want to get beat again for opening my mouth. What’s your story? How did the two of you get brought into this hell?” The woman says in a soft voice.
“I’m Brody and this is Rebel. We think we were drugged where we were going to eat, a small diner. Things get cloudy from there. Rebel is the President of the Demented Revenger MC in Quitman and they are at war with the Hell Keeperz MC. Your turn, please, just trust us.” Brody says to her in a firm voice. I know the way Charity is looking at Brody that she already trusts him. It is me she is not sure about.
“My name is Charity Connors. I have been held captive for almost four months. I have counted by meals. We received oatmeal for breakfast and a peanut butter sandwich at night. They are holding twenty something other women and girls in a different house until they are ready to use them. The number varies on the day, but we never had more than twenty-nine or less than twenty in any one day. The youngest I talked to was sixteen, the girl that was taken from where we were being held and then brought back later that night, and the oldest was twenty-two. Not all the women would talk. If we were caught, we were beat. They forbid us to talk to each other.” Charity’s lip is trembling as she says it. “They are going to make you have sex with me or kill you. Both at the same time and then separate. I heard them talking last night. Only the one girl, has come back from this type of situation. She said they killed the man that was to have sex with her. She said that she heard one of the bikers say that she wouldn’t be keeping the brothers happy that night, but her day was coming.”
“How were you taken? Were you drugged too?” I ask Charity.
“No drugs until after I was handed over to them. They gave us pills to sleep at night. The women that wouldn’t take them they injected them with something. I took the pills. I thought the needles might be dirty and I do not like needles anyway.” Tears are falling from Charity’s eyes.
“Who gave you to them, Charity?” Brody asked.
“My pop. It makes no sense to me. We always had such a close family, or at least I thought we did. I have an older sister and a younger one. I am scared for Faith. She’s my younger sister and only sixteen. Hope is my older sister, but she is already married.” Charity gives into her tears. I hit Brody with my elbow. He seems to be the one she has connected with maybe, he can calm this woman down, so we can get more information.