Page 24 of Hell & Back

“I knew you guys were sick fuckers, but what the actual fuck? Where are my clothes and who took them off so I know who to kill when I get out of here?” He stood in the center of his cell, his hands fisted at his sides.

“Well, you’re not getting out of here, so I don’t think Buck has to worry all that much. And you don’t need your clothes to fuck.” Crockett’s eyes gleamed as he announced the last.

“Might as well kill me because I’m not fucking any of you. I don’t swing that way.” And none of them better get near him either or he’d rip their dicks off and shove them down their throats. He was a little freaked out at the situation he’d found himself in, what with the other naked guys locked down here and the fact they couldn’t keep their hands off their junk.

“That’s good cuz none of us Phantoms would fuck you, either,” one of Crockett’s brothers snarled back.

Crockett laughed and took a step closer to the cell. “You guys fucked us over. We needed that money you stole from us to pay the cartel. Now you owe us.”

“We didn’t steal your money. You stole from us. We were just taking it back and we don’t owe you jack shit.” Darren tipped his head to the side as he spoke.

“Yes, you do. And we’re going to use you as payment.”

“You’re going to ransom me?” Maybe that might work out. It would at least buy his club time to figure out where he was and to come up with a plan to get him back. He was sure the Phantoms would continue to beat the shit out of him in the meantime, but he’d survive. He had to in order to get back to Kylie. It broke his heart knowing she was probably losing it again since he was taken.

“No. Not gonna ransom you. Gonna use you as a guinea pig.”

Darren didn’t like the sound of that. What kind of guinea pig. For what?

Crockett pointed to the man across from Darren. “See Otis, there? He volunteered to be a guinea pig.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He was getting tired of the man’s cryptic game. He wished he’d fucking spit it out already. The not knowing was getting to him.

“The cartel has a new drug. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Euphoria.” Crockett waited to see if the name rang a bell with Darren.

It did, but he wasn’t saying anything. The Phantoms had been trying to establish a foothold in Redemption with the shit.

“They’re calling it EZ Lay on the streets. Supposed to be better than roofies. They say it actually makes you need to have sex whether you want to or not and you’re aware of everything the whole time. We wanted to see how well it worked, so we’ve been testing it out on a few people.”

Darren’s heartbeat raced. No way did he want that shit in his body. Was that why the men down here were near tears and jacking off?

As if he’d asked the question out loud, Crockett replied, “As you can see, Otis can’t get himself off. He can only get off if he fucks someone.” He nodded his head to one of the men with him. To his surprise the man opened the door to his cell, allowing two Phantoms to enter. His hear rate accelerated as he eased back a few steps. He didn’t know what they were up to but he knew it wasn’t good. Crockett moseyed in, stopping in front of him almost toe to toe.

The Phantom president nodded again. The two men with him came at him at the same time, their hands up and in front of them. If they thought he was going to make it easy for them, they were crazy. His legs bent in a defensive position as he fisted his hands, ready to give as good as he was about to get. He swung and connected with one guy’s jaw and heard a satisfying snap when his head jerked back. He threw an elbow at the next guy, nailing him in the gut. His grunt was music to Darren’s ears.

“Come on motherfucker!” he shouted. The first one came at him again and ran right into his fist.

“Fuck, I think he broke my nose!” He wiped his bloody nose on his arm.

Two more Phantoms joined the party and between the four of them they were able to dog pile him to the ground. One man pinned his right arm down with a brutal grip, putting all his weight into holding it down and damn near cutting off the circulation. Another held his other arm out of the way while the third put him into a sort of choke hold. The last threw his considerable weight across his legs while Crockett yelled, “Don’t choke him out unless you have to!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Darren watched Crockett pull a syringe from inside his cut and he lost it. He strained against the men holding him down, but to no avail. The more he fought, the more his ribs screamed in agony.

“Hold him!” Crocket barked at his lackeys, trying to get close enough to stick Darren. He somehow managed to toss off the guy holding his legs down. That allowed him to use his feet and legs to kick and shove the bastard with the needle away from his arm. “Someone pin his legs down!”

One of the newcomers threw his weight across Darren’s leg. “His dick’s in my face!”

“You gonna suck it while you’re there?” taunted the guy with the broken nose.

“Fuck you Tuff!”

“Keep that shit away from me!” Darren struggled with everything he had even after he felt the one behind him tighten his grip around his head.

“Do it RIP!”

The man behind him adjusted his grip, squeezing his arms around Darren’s head and under his chin to the point he was starting to black out. Little by little, his vision started to dim. The sharp sting of a needle piercing his skin and the heat of the drug entering his body told him he’d lost. He gasped huge mouthfuls of air, his chest rising and falling rapidly when they finallyreleased him. He rolled to his side and gained his feet, backing away. “You motherfuckers are gonna die!”

Crockett pulled his gun from behind him and aimed it at Darren’s chest. “Now, we’re going to back out of here.” He motioned for his guys to exit the cell. “If you try anything, I’ll shoot you. Understand? It’d be a real shame to have to kill you before you get to enjoy EZ Lay.” He backed out, stopping in the doorway. “On second thought, I won’t kill you outright. I’ll shoot you in the dick and let you figure out how you’re gonna get off with a dick that doesn’t work.” His club brothers laughed along with their leader at the picture he painted.

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