Page 21 of Tease Me

Martin sent me an address that appears to be about halfway between Clinton City and our hometown. I put it into my GPS and it says it will take me about forty-five minutes to get there. That’s if I go the speed limit and all that shit. Right now, that’s the least of my concerns. The only thing I’m thinking about is getting to this address so I can see my sister and try to save her from the monster that’s haunted her for so fucking long. I want to save her and don’t really care what happens to me in the process. Yes, I want to live and have this baby I’m carrying, but I also need my sister at my side. I can’t do that if Martin kills her or sets her so far back she can’t see a way toward her future again.

I left the clubhouse about twenty minutes ago and stopped long enough to put gas in my car. It killed time until the message from Martin came through and I knew what direction I had to head in. I even went in the store and looked around before buying a bottle of water and a few snacks that I don’t really plan on eating. It was more just to have something to do instead of driving myself crazy. Or picking up my phone and calling Hawk to tell him what Martin said and where I was going. The only reason I even brought my phone, and I’m not getting rid of it now is because I want Hawk to be able to find me. He told me about some app or something he installed on my phone before he returned it to me so he can track my location even if the location gets turned off by myself or someone else.

Pressing down on my accelerator, I ignore the vibrating of my phone. By now, Hawk realizes I lied and am no longer at the clubhouse. My phone has been vibrating nonstop for the last ten minutes and I’ve been ignoring it. It sits on the passenger seat of my car and I barely glance that way as I focus on the road in front of me. Hawk is going to be so pissed at me no matter what I do, so I’d rather get my sister back if at all possible and face his anger than sit on my ass and do nothing while letting them all deal with the situation.

The men in the club have families, wives, and children depending on them coming home every night. Martin won’t give a fuck about any of that. He’ll kill them the second he sees them. Or he’ll at least try to kill them. I doubt he’ll succeed, but it’s not a risk I’m willing to take. It’s bad enough they’ve all been out searching from the second Hawk and a small group showed up at his house to take in the damage and my missing sister. Now, I’m going to do what I can to make sure Alex, Zoey, and Reagan don’t lose their men so they can have the future they deserve. Yes, I know it’s illogical and doesn’t make any sense at all, but if I can do this, then I’m going to.

Resting a hand on my stomach, I think of the baby I carry. A baby that’s a mix of Hawk and me. I let myself wonder if it will be a boy or girl. How they’ll grow up and what they’ll want to become as an adult. I can see Hawk playing with them, teaching them things he probably shouldn’t, and raising hell if we have a daughter and boys come around her. For the first time since Kelsey was taken, I smile at the thought of Hawk going all caveman over a boy wanting to date his daughter. If we have a little boy, I can see him right at his daddy’s side no matter what Hawk’s doing. I envision them spending hours in the garage working on bikes together and talking about everything. Hell, I can see Hawk doing the same thing if we have a daughter. He’ll make sure he’s always there to take care of her, but that she can take care of herself at the same time.

My thoughts swirl around everything and nothing at all for the entire trip. It’s not until I’m about five minutes from the location that I force all thought from my mind so I can focus on what I’m about to do. The address Martin is bringing me to is in the middle of nowhere. I’m driving down a dirt road filled with potholes and large rocks that I’m trying to avoid. The one thing that’s working in my favor is the tall as fuck grass and weeds surrounding me. No one’s taken care of this property for a very long time from what I can tell. That will give me the cover I need for the lie to make Martin do what I want before he ‘gets his hands on Gideon’. My nephew was never going to make this trip with me and I can’t believe Martin actually believes I’ll cave to his demands. I never have before and I’m not about to start now. I will call his bluff in person where I can protect my sister.

Stopping my car just as I start to see the house, I remove Hawk’s hoodie from my body and then the bag I put the gun and ammunition in. Yes, I know how to load and shoot a gun. When I was putting myself through self-defense lessons, I also went to a shooting range and one of the employees taught me how to shoot several guns. Martin doesn’t know that little fact about me though. Just one more thing I’ll use to my complete advantage because he’s a dumbfuck and won’t even consider the fact that I can take care of myself and my sister in this situation he feels he has all the control in.

When everything is ready to go, I start driving once again. Pulling up to the house, I take in every detail of the place. It’s definitely been sitting empty for a long time. Like the road I just traveled up, the house is in desperate need of some TLC. The roof needs to be replaced, the front door is barely hanging on its hinges, and most of the windows on the first floor have been shattered or broken in one way or another. The front porch is sagging and looks as if you step on the wrong board, you’ll fall right through. Even the steps are crooked and lopsided as if they can’t bear to stand straight any longer. I’m sure the house was a beautiful farmhouse when it was first built though.

Shutting off my engine, I open my door and remain behind it as the front door of the house opens and I see Martin. He looks like fucking shit. His hair is a mess and looks as if he’s been raking his fingers through it nonstop. It’s greasy and just not how he usually keeps it. Martin is extremely vain and always looks as if he’s about to step on a runway to model something. Not a single hair is ever out of place and I swear he showers at least three times a day. It could be to wash the stench of the women he’s fucking off, but he’s always in the shower. His clothes are hanging loose from his body as if he’s lost weight and his shirt is half untucked from his pants. Pants that have blood splattered on them already. My heart speeds up in my chest and my breath catches as I continue to take in his haggard appearance.

“Where the fuck is he?” Martin yells out, his voice full of rage and uncertainty.

“He has a name Martin. It’s Gideon. Your son’s name is Gideon. Which if you spent any time with him at all, you might know it,” I call back, pissed that he’s literally talking as if my nephew is nothing more than a possession instead of a person.

“I know what his fucking name is, Kendell. Where the fuck is he? You were supposed to bring him here. Do you think I won’t torture your sister and cut her up in front of you?” he yells back, pacing the porch as it groans under his weight.

“He’s here. I’m not gonna call for him to come out until I see Kelsey. I want to know she’s still alive so there’s someone here to take care of him,” I state, needing him to bring her out of the house so I have less chance of hurting her when I shoot him.

“This isn’t your fucking show, Kendell. Gideon!” he screams, his voice echoing around me and I know he’s losing patience fast.

Martin has never been a patient man though. He demands to have what he wants the very second he wants it. Anything less will make him throw a fucking tantrum worse than any toddler I’ve ever seen. He’s an entitled prick whose parents have given him everything he’s ever wanted and it’s only done more damage to him because now he expects that from everyone around him. That’s not how shit works in the real world.

“I don’t care, Martin. If you want me to hand Gideon over to you, then you’ll bring Kelsey out here so I can see her first,” I tell him again, not playing into his demands.

“You fucking cunt!” he screams, knowing Gideon is too scared to come to him when he’s like this and I do have the upper hand in this situation.

Martin disappears into the house. In a few minutes, he drags my sister out behind him by her hair. She’s trying so hard not to scream as silent tears roll down her face. She’s already dirty and covered in grime and he’s removed her clothes. My baby sister is only wearing a small pair of panties with the rest of her body on full display. He’s beaten her and blood covers her skin and the bruises that she hasn’t had to worry about hiding are now once again covering her body. Martin’s also cut her in several places. This is all payback for her daring to leave him. My blood fucking boils as he releases her hair and she drops to the porch and curls in on herself.

“You’ve seen her, now bring the boy out. I want to see him in five seconds, or I’ll fucking shoot her right now,” Martin says, pulling a gun from the back of his jeans.

Before he can even point it in Kelsey’s direction, I lift the gun I borrowed from Hawk and point it at him. Martin starts laughing his ass off and drops his arm back down by his body. The gun is barely being held by him and I know this is gonna be one of my only chances to shoot him and injure him enough that I can get Kelsey out of here and to a hospital. Doing as I was taught at the gun range, I aim at Martin and squeeze the trigger while releasing my breath. His laughter stops immediately as the bullet hits him in the shoulder and I take aim again.

“You fucking crazy bitch! Who do you think you are?” he screams out as the gun drops to the porch next to him.

I’d call out for Kelsey to grab it, but I think she’s pretty much lost in her own world right this second. She’s learned to go to a peaceful place in her mind when Martin starts hurting her and it takes forever to get her to come back to reality. I get why she does it, but it’s not helping us right now. I need her here with me and that’s not what she can give me. It’s okay though. Kelsey deserves to do whatever it takes to protect herself.

Martin drops to his knees as I watch the blood pour from the wound in his shoulder. Lining up the gun again, I fire another bullet. This time it hits right above his knee and he screams out even louder than before. I set the gun on my seat and rush to the porch. Skirting around the stupid fucker as he writhes around the porch in pain while screaming at me, I try to lift Kelsey off the wooden planks. She doesn’t move. If anything, she pushes her weight toward the porch more so I can’t lift her to her feet. I try to tell her it’s me, but she doesn’t hear a word I say.

“You fucking liar!” Martin shouts from directly behind me as my feet are suddenly swept out from under my body. “The boy isn’t even fucking here. You stupid fucking bitch. Now I’m gonna fucking torture your sister in front of you and when she’s no longer breathing, I’ll start on you.”

Before I can move away from Martin, something hits me in the head and my vision instantly goes black. I fade to nothing and the only image running through my mind as everything fades away is of Hawk and the life I could’ve lived with him. Of the family we were creating and how it’s all going to disappear now because I chose not to believe in him and the Fallen Brethren MC to put a plan together to get Kelsey out of here safely while remaining at the clubhouse with Gideon. I just hope he doesn’t hate me for not protecting our baby like I should have.

Chapter Fourteen

Hawk

LEAVING MY ROOM after digging up more information about Martin, I head for Reaper’s office. On my way there, I take a look in the common room from the hallway to see who’s hanging around the clubhouse right now. Sitting at one of the tables is Zoey. She’s got one of the twins up to her chest with a blanket covering him and Gideon is sitting with her. He’s not saying a word or playing as he sits back in the chair and stares off into space. Even with the TV on, he isn’t watching the cartoons on for him. Stopping in my tracks, I search what I can of the common room for Kendell as a pit forms in my stomach. It only gets worse when I don’t see her. Yeah, I know she could be in the kitchen or bathroom, but something’s telling me that’s not the case. Instead of going to Reaper’s office to talk to him about what I’ve found, I go into the common room and straight over to Gideon.

“Hey little man,” I greet Gideon, bending down so I can look him in the eyes. “What are ya doin’ out here without Aunt Kendell?”

“Mama,” Gideon practically whispers, his little voice breaking my heart while knowing I’m doing everything I can to find her.

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