Trix
I COME awake to the sound of men’s voices. The pain in my head keeps me from making out what they are saying, but I’m aware enough to realize it’s the same two men talking that came after Addy and me in the mall parking lot. Fear instantly overpowers my pain.
Opening my eyes, it takes a moment for the black spots to disappear. As soon as they do, I look around for my best friend. She’s sitting on the other side of the van with her knees pulled up to her chest. Tears are streaming down her face as she rocks back and forth. As scared as I am, she must be fucking terrified.
I start to move toward her, and I hit my knee hard on the floor of the van. The sound of bone hitting metal brings the bastard that hit me to the back of the van. He smiles when he reaches me, running his fingers over my t-shirt covered breasts.
Trying my best to kick him away, I shout, “Get the hell away from me!”
“You’re a feisty little bitch, aren’t you? I have no problem with that. Sometimes, it’s fun having a wildcat in my bed. I have my own way of calming you down, if you can’t figure out how to act.”
“Don’t touch me.” I jerk away from him, but he just laughs.
He’s about to touch my tit again when a voice from the front shouts out, “Leave her the fuck alone and get up here!”
As soon as he’s gone, I look over at Addy again. She still has tears streaming down her face. I hate that my family got her into this shit. She isn’t used to drama. Not that I’m accustomed to being kidnapped, but I’ve seen some pretty bad shit in my life. Being a biker’s daughter, I learned early that anything can and might happen. Addy, on the other hand, grew up as the daughter of a doctor, with a stay-at-home mom who loved to make cookies. At least, that’s what she would like for everyone to think. I know better than that. I’ve seen what a vindictive bitch that woman can be. Still, Addy has not had to deal with the type of shit biker life is about; her family isn’t like that.
Finally crawling to her, I whisper, “Everything will be okay. Either we figure a way out of this or my father will. Just do what they say so we don’t get hurt.”
“I’m scared,” she says, leaning into me.
“Don’t freak out, Addy. I’ll come up with a plan,” I tell her as quietly as I can. “I’ll protect you, no matter what happens. I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
“How could you possibly come up with a plan to get us out of this shit?” she asks, not even bothering to whisper.
“Shhhh,” I remind her to be quiet and tell her the only thing I can. “I have no idea, but I’ll figure out a way to get away from these dickheads.”
I really don’t think Boz will hurt us, but after the rough treatment I got, there’s no way to be sure. The Boz I knew would never have ordered his men to kidnap me in the first place, so how can I be sure? One way or another, I will find a way out of this shit. Even if it’s just surviving until Dad gets us.
“I had my monthly check-in with Mom yesterday, so she won’t be expecting to hear from me until graduation. My next class is Monday, and even then, the Dean isn’t gonna call if we miss. He won’t give a damn,” Addy tells me with a sob.
She’s right. It’s gonna take a few days before anyone even knows we’re gone. My dad won’t call because I’m supposed to be studying for finals. Other than dating Jacob, I spend most of my time studying. After kicking him to the curb, the only other person who would miss me is sitting by my side. She’s a loner like me; neither of us really have any other friends. The only other person in her life is her sister, Alex, and she also knows that Addy is supposed to be studying. Until now, our lack of friends never bothered me. I’m rethinking my opinion.
“This is gonna kill Alex.” Addy’s soft crying brings me out of my thoughts.
I put my arm around her shoulders and whisper, “We’re gonna be okay.”
“Yeah, I know,” she says, not sounding at all sure. “I just want to go home.”
I know what she means. “Me too, hon. Me too.”
Doing my best to comfort her, I pull Addy in for a hug. I hold her close, whispering whatever I can think of to make her feel better. Nothing seems to work as she continues to cry on my shoulder. Listening to her fall apart breaks my heart.
I know I have to have some information, so I ask the men up in the front of the van. “Where the hell are you taking us?”
“You’ll figure it out when you get there,” replies the ass that had his hands on Addy.
“Can you at least tell me what you’re gonna do with us?” I ask, even though I’m not sure I want to know.
The same man answers me. “You’ll get answers when the Pres wants you to have ‘em. You might as well sit back and keep your mouth shut, because you’re not getting any answers from us.”
I start to say something else, but the fucker that touched me looks over his shoulder and says, “If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I have no problem gagging you. I’m sure I can find something to put in between those pretty lips.”
I sit quietly for a minute, glaring at the dickhead. There’s no way he’s putting his nasty-ass cock anywhere near my mouth. If he even tries, I’ll bite the fucker off.
I’m confused as hell right now. The only thing I know for sure is that my dad will save us. It may take a few days, but Dad will find us. He’ll come in guns blazing, and I’m gonna make sure the first bullet ends up in that fucker’s cold heart.
These men must have a death wish, because they were as good as dead as soon as they laid their hands on me. As part of the biker brotherhood, they should know better. You don’t mess with families. It’s an unspoken rule that everyone knows—a rule I can’t believe Boz is willing to break. Since he is breaking it, I can’t put anything past him or his crew. Addy and I may be in real danger, more than I want to admit.
We all stay quiet until finally pulling up to the Bastards’ compound. Seeing it, part of my fear starts to fade. Bringing us to the clubhouse means we’re gonna be used for collateral. Tonight’s not gonna be fun, but at least it won’t end with Addy and me in body bags. I’m not stupid enough to think they may not hurt us, but I doubt they’d bring us here if they planned to take us out. If the Bastards are anything like my dad’s club, we’ll be locked in a room. We’ll never be more than a few feet from a guard, so chances of escape are nearly zilch. Still, I have to come up with something.
If I’m right about being used as collateral, the best thing to do is just sit back and wait for the cavalry. Dad and his boys will have us out of here soon. After that, there won’t be a place in Kentucky or Tennessee that anyone wearing a Bastards patch will be safe.
Knowing I may not get another chance, I grab Addy’s hand and whisper. “Keep your mouth shut and do whatever they say.”
“What do you mean, whatever?” she asks. The fear in her voice causes tears to form in my eyes.
As much as I hate to even think about it, we may not be the same people tomorrow that we are today. I’ve seen my dad and his boys do a lot of shit over the years, and I’ve heard about even worse things being done. Dad would never admit to forcing himself on a woman, but he’s a biker and bikers do shit they’d never admit to their families. I just hope these bikers do whatever they are going to do to me instead of Addy.
“I’ll do my best to keep the attention on me, so don’t worry,” I tell her, trying to hide my fear behind brave words. “We’re here because of my dad, so let me deal with them. No matter what they do to me, just keep your mouth shut.”
Before she can reply, the boys up front stop the van and climb out. For a split second, the urge to run hits me, but that crazy fucker that likes to hit has the rear door open before I can make my move. I wouldn’t leave Addy to deal with this shit all on her own, anyway. Until I can figure out a way for her to get out of this mess, there’s not a whole lot we can do but learn to deal.
He stares at us for a minute, and I fully take in his cut for the first time. My eyes finally move to his patch: Crank. Wonder how in the fuck he got that name? He’s isn’t wearing an officer patch, so that’s good. He’s a member, but he doesn’t have that much power. Hopefully, he’ll be forced to turn us over to someone else.
Crank looks from me to Addy, an evil smile spreading across his face. “Who should I taste first?”
As scared as I am, I know it’s now or never. Addy would die if this douche got his hands on her, so I have to make sure his attention is on me. “I need a damn drink. My mouth is dry and a beer sounds good.”
The guy that was driving the van appears next to Crank. “Don’t worry, girl. We’ll get you something.”
As soon as I get a clear look at his face, I remember seeing him before. I can’t place where or when, but I know we’ve met. I glance at his patch: Brew, Sergeant at Arms. I can tell immediately this man is different. He’s not safe in any way, but he’s a hell of a lot better than his partner. He’s the one I want watching over Addy. Instead of looking at him, I turn my head to the man that is going to make my life a living hell. “I could really go for a visit to the bathroom, too. I could always just piss in the back of your van if you’d like.”
He snarls at me before reaching in and grabbing my foot. He pulls me to him and tosses me over his shoulder. Smacking my ass, he says, “You piss on me, bitch, and it’ll be the last piss that you ever take. Understood?”
He carries me inside the clubhouse, never taking his hand from my ass. As soon as we get inside, he walks through the bar room toward the hall. Stopping in front of a door marked Office, he barks out, “Pres, we got em’.”
Not waiting for a response, he walks inside. Knowing it’s time to face the man I once thought I loved, my fear ratchets up a notch. Tears start to fill my eyes as my dream of what Boz and I could have had fades away, but I put a stop to them as soon as I see the other guy lead Addy into the room. She’s not gonna pay for being friends with a biker’s daughter.
Knowing I have to do something quick, I start to fight. “Let me down, you sleazy son-of-a-bitch.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Crank says before slapping my ass again. This time, he does it with such power that it causes a wave of pain to shoot through my body.
Another quick slap and he says, “I’m gonna close that mouth for you, baby. You won’t be able to talk when it’s full of my dick.”
“Put her down,” says a gravelly voice from behind me. Even without seeing him or his cut, I know the voice belongs to Boz. That voice could bring me to my knees.
The dickhead lets me down and twirls me around, allowing me to see the man that controls the Grim Bastards. My eyes lock on his, and I have to fight the urge to run toward him. The attraction is still there; I still want him just as bad as I did the last time I laid eyes on him.
He is, hands down, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Even though this isn’t the time to be noticing how sexy he is, I can’t help it. Boz now has his hair cut short on the sides and in the back, not long and curling up like it used to be. Even with it cut this way, there’d still be just enough on top to get a good handful while his head was buried between my legs. His chin is covered in scruff, as if he hasn’t shaved in a day or two, but the crisp lines around it proves he wears it like that on purpose.
He hasn’t really changed, but there’s a hardness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. He’s wearing an old Metallica tee, with his cut over it. I can see a bit of ink peeking out of the collar, and his arms are covered in tats. I remember clearly, even only seeing it in the moonlight, that the man has ink all over his arms and chest. It’s not all cluttered up where you can’t tell what anything is, but he does have a lot of them. All I know is that I think they are sexy as hell, and I’ve always wondered if he has them everywhere else.
I’m about to look at his face again, but he moves a hand, drawing my attention to it. I look at the word fast, tatted across his fingers. Looking at the other hand, I read hold. Then, the memory of the pleasure those hands once gave me fills my mind.
Shaking away my thoughts, I demand, “Why did you have us kidnapped?”
He cocks a brow before answering, “That’s between me and your dad.”
“How could you do this to me?” I say, taking a step forward, never breaking eye contact. “I know it was just one night, but didn’t it mean something to you?”
His lips turn up in a grin. “It meant something, Trix.”
I’ve seen him a few times since our one night, but I was always too shy to say anything. I would avoid him when he came around, but he has never been far from my mind or my dreams. Many nights, I would run the batteries dead in my vibrator, all while thinking of those ink-covered fingers sliding in and out of me.
Again, I shake away my thoughts and ask, “Then, how could you do this? How the hell could you have me and my friend kidnapped?”
“One thing has nothing to do with the other, darlin’,” he states with a shrug.
My anger continues to grow. “I’ve dreamed about that night a million times. They were the best fucking dreams of my life, and now you’ve ruined it for me. Every time I think of it, I will think of you pulling this shit.”
He throws his head back and laughs, a deep, throaty laugh that leaves my panties soaking. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you have something else to dream about.”
This is the only man I’ve ever truly wanted, but I can’t focus on that right now. I need to figure out why the Bastards kidnapped us. I know the other guys said my dad took something that belonged to them, but that’s not the sort of shit my father does. I need to get to the bottom of this before any plans can be made.
“What the fuck is going on? You know family is off-limits!” I say, letting my anger show.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with you,” he replies with a shake of his head.
When his eyes meet mine again, I press him for an answer. “I know this is between you and Dad, but seeing as we’re the ones being held against our will, don’t you think Addy and I deserve to know the reason behind it?”
Before he can answer me, Crank grabs my arm and tugs me back to him. He squeezes it hard enough to cause me to wince, then says, “Don’t ask questions. Just do what you’re told.”
He then looks toward Boz and says, “Let me take her to my room. I’ll teach her some manners.”
“No,” I whisper, my false bravado crumbling at the very thought of being alone with him.
I hear a low growl coming from behind me. Out the corner of my eye, I see a huge dog get up from beside the desk and take a step toward us. The dog shows Crank his teeth as he continues to growl.
“Let her go, brother,” orders Boz, before calling his dog to his side.
“Whatever.” Crank gives my arm another bone-crunching squeeze before releasing it and shoving me away from him.
Boz looks at me a second before saying, “Normally, I would say this shit is no concern of yours, and I’m betting Hoss would say the same about his club.”
I shrug, trying to play the badass again. “Well, I’m not sure. Dad hasn’t made a habit of kidnapping young women.”
He smirks at me. “You don’t know that. Your pop could have a whole basement full of bitches, and you wouldn’t know.”
He’s right, so all I can do is nod. He lifts his chin at me and says, “But, I don’t mind telling you what is going on, a little of it anyway.”
“Well, that’s awfully sweet of you,” I reply, placing my hands back on my hips and glaring at him. “Aren’t you a nice fucking guy?”
The smile on his face disappears and is replaced by anger. “I will only warn you one time to watch your attitude, Trix. We could’ve had something, but that doesn’t give you the right to run your fucking mouth.”
I start to reply, play the bitch again, but he shakes his head. “I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone, especially in my own damn clubhouse. If you keep that shit up, you’ll wish I let Crank take you to his room.”
His words have me stepping closer to him, further away from Crank. “I’m not trying to give you attitude. I grew up with my dad, and I learned to respect the patch you’re wearing. So with all due respect, you had to know I’d be a little pissy when you sent your brothers to snatch us up and throw us in the back of a van.”
Another chin lift is his only reply, so I push on. “I’m not asking you to tell me club business. Just give me enough so I know what I’m dealing with.”
“Hoss has something of mine, so I decided to take something of his,” he says finally, resting his ass on his desk and crossing his ankles. “When he gives my shit back, I’ll hand you over.”
“What did he take?” I ask, not believing my dad would do anything to put me in danger.
He ignores my question, looking to the guy standing beside Addy. “Brew, take them to the safe room. I want them locked in, no visitors.”
The last part he directs at Crank, allowing me to let out a relieved breath. Still, I need to know more. “Will my friend or I have to pay for whatever you think my dad did?”
“We’ll see how your dad responds, but you need to get one thing straight, Trix. I don’t ‘think’; I know Hoss or one of his boys had something to do with it.” He looks back toward Brew. “Get them out of here.”