Sam

I knew there was always one of the Hounds outside the room that I was kept in all day. I was disgusted and sick to my stomach when I had to call out from inside to Rusty asking him if I could use the bathroom. He walked me to the women’s restroom and watched me while I did the most private things, doing it in front of this sick perverted excuse for a man. I wouldn’t look at him as I sat on the toilet, but I could feel his eyes on me and heard him chuckle low. By then I was past any feelings of embarrassment.

Once back in the room, Rusty wasn’t done with me yet. He entered the room with me and shut the door behind him.

“Can’t wait to see the look on that motherfucker’s face when he realizes he don’t get his whore back.”

He stalked slowly toward me.

“Stay back, Rusty. Don’t touch me you disgusting animal!” But he kept coming toward me, grinning.

“Oh, come on now whore… Just gonna shove my dick in your mouth one last time.”

His strong hands grabbed my arms. I reached out and smacked him across the face and screamed. He just laughed.

“Fighting back just makes it more fun…”

Skully appeared at the door after three quick knocks.

Rusty didn’t let me go but still turned toward him.

“What the fuck you want, Skully?”

“Sid sent me to watch the girl and wants you out there.”

His eyes were on me.

“Fuck!” Rusty let me go and stomped toward the door, his face red with anger.

“If you fuck her, don’t leave any marks. Those Russians won’t like it.”

Rusty walked out. Sully stood there staring at me.

“You ok?”

“Yeah…”

He walked and shut the door closed. I sat on the couch and covered myself with the blanket I slept with the night before.

I didn’t understand what Rusty meant? I thought they planned on selling me to the Russian men. Frenzied fear crept up on me suddenly. I only wanted to protect James and the Chaos Kings from the Hell Hounds. Once I came back to Sid and back to my Hell, I knew the quick taste of freedom and living my own life was never something I deserved anyway. And being cared for and treated like the most beautiful woman by Ratchet was something I would cherish forever. I crushed him when I said those horrible things. The look in his eyes made my heart ache more than any punch or slap I had ever felt upon my body.

I should have never trusted Sid to just keep me as his property, and everything would be the same as it was before I had met James. He would never let that go. I made him look weak in front of the other Hounds, and he was the VP.

I broke down and sobbed. That nightmare of drowning felt real at that moment. I was alone. My life was stolen from me. My happiness was taken from me.

Thirty minutes later, those three knocks sounded from the door again. “It’s Skully. I’m comin’ in.”

I was sitting on the couch; knees were drawn up to my chest, crying.

“We don’t have much time. I’m getting you outta here. Let’s go. Now.”

I looked up at him; he was standing half-way in, turning his head back to look down the hall. I didn’t comprehend what he just said and didn’t move. He looked back at me, and I still didn’t move.

“Now, Sam. Get your boots on and grab your lid. Let’s go!”

I snapped out of it and sprang off the couch to put my boots on as fast as I could and grabbed my helmet. I followed him out of the room, down the hall toward the back door. I focused only on his back. I noticed he had a slight limp, but to some, it would seem it was just part of his gate. We headed out the back door. It was raining. I saw his bike.

He grabbed his helmet off the seat, strapping it on, “Is there somewhere close by that I can take you to?”

“My friend, Tanya. Her apartment,” strapping mine on.

He got on the bike and started it. I jumped when it fired up, his pipes exploding with the rumbling sound. It could be heard from yards away.

“They left. No one can hear us in the club. Get on!”

He didn’t have to tell me again. I hopped on behind him. He twisted the throttle, and we took off. I yelled into his ear where Tanya lived. He did his best to take me down back roads. Riding above the speed limit and within ten minutes we were at Tanya’s door at the second-floor apartment.

I knocked and knew Tanya could see me through the peephole. I heard her unlock the door, pull off the chain and she swung the door open.

Her eyes wide, she saw me standing next to Skully. She looked at him.

“Oh my god, Sam!”

She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside, then turned to Skully before he took a step. She moved toward him, only a foot away encroaching on his space. She craned her neck up to look at him. He was a foot taller than her.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Her protective instinct kicked in. She didn’t seem to care that he was a Hell Hound.

He looked down at her but didn’t smile. It took him a few seconds to respond, “I’m Skully. That’s who the fuck I am.” He hooked his thumb into the side of his cut, overemphasizing to Tanya his patch.
“I got Sam out. And here to your place, Sweet Cheeks –”

“My name is not sweet cheeks. It’s Tanya. And why did you do that?”

“It just wasn’t right.”

“It’s ok, Tanya. He should come inside too. They will be looking for him too when they find out I’m gone,” I reassured her. He brought me to her safe. I didn’t think he would be any harm to us.

Tanya stepped back to let Skully into her apartment and shut the door. She grabbed my hand and walked me to her couch. She wrapped me in her arms and sobbed.

“What happened, Sam? Are you ok? Does Ratchet know you’re here?”

I clung to her. Tightly. To feel her holding me. I felt safe again.

“No, Tanya. I crushed him. I went back to Sid and the Hell Hounds on my own. Told Ratchet to go away…” I broke down and sobbed. My body shook.

She pulled me away from her embrace, “Sam; he’s on his way to the Hound’s clubhouse tonight. He made a deal with Sid to buy you for twenty-five thousand dollars, Sam.”

“I thought Sid was selling me to those Russian men?”

“Yeah, he is selling you to the Russians.”

We both looked at Skully, “And he’s making the same deal with Ratchet too, but he isn’t planning on giving you back to him. Kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of you, and make bank.”

That was Sid’s way. He would have the money from both Ratchet and the Russians, be rid of me, proving himself to his club and his father.

Tanya grabbed her phone from the side table next the couch and scrolled through her contacts, “I’m calling Ratchet now. Talk to him, Sam.”