Page 33 of Hell & Back

This was so fucking nuts it was unreal. He wondered how much they gave him. So far, he might be horny, but he was able to control it, but he didn’t know for how long. Maybe they’d think it didn’t work on him and leave him alone? Yeah, right. Or maybe, given his size they might up the dosage.

While they’d been talking, Henry woke up and started moving around. “Oh my God,” he groaned. “I can’t stand this anymore!” He rattled his cage in aggravation. “Bring me a woman, damn it! I hurt!”

“Shut up, Henry! You’ll get a woman when we say you get one!” was shouted down the hall. Did they have someone down here on guard duty? He’d ask Joe.

“No. They have cameras in our cells.” He pointed to a camera in the corner of Darren’s cell near the ceiling.

Henry shuffled closer to the bars separating his and Darren’s cell. “Hey, man. If you suck me off, I’ll suck you off.”

“The fuck you say?” Darren couldn’t believe the words coming out of Henry’s mouth. Did he have a death wish?

“Please? I’m hurting so bad. This is worse than withdrawals.”

“Oh, way to sell it, Henry. Even if I would consider something like that, which I never will, telling me you’re a junky just blew it.” Darren got to his feet and tried to stretch. The pain the movement caused momentarily overrode the mellow the drug was giving him.

“Um, never mind. I don’t think I could suck that.” Henry backed away from the bars, his gaze fastened on Darren’s erection. Yes, he was a little above average, but he wasn’t grossly disproportionate to his size. Kylie took him with no problems. His dick pulsed and he groaned. His eyes slammed closed and he gripped himself tight until the need to fuck faded.

“If you can’t suck him off, you could let him fuck your ass.” The crazy man across from them put his two cents in.

“Mind your own business, Otis,” Darren growled. Oddly enough, after Otis had fucked that poor woman several times, he appeared to have come back to himself.

“Now that you’re more lucid, does that mean you’ve fucked the drug out of your system?” Darren wrapped his hands around the bars at the front of his cell.

“I think so.”

“Will they let you go now?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“So are there any upsides to this drug?”

One side of Joe’s mouth hitched up. “I came so fucking hard, I thought my dick would explode and it lasted forever.”

Great. That’s just what he needed to hear. If the Sons didn’t put a stop to this Euphoria/EZ Lay now before the Phantoms and the cartel got a foothold in Redemption, things were going to get very bad, very quickly. He sat back down on his cot and leaned his head against the metal bars. He closed his eyes and sent a silent prayer that his little computer nerd could work her magic and get him out of there.

TUCK

It was the middle of the night and Tuck couldn’t sleep. He’d made love to Kylie until she passed out and yet he himself couldn’t sleep. None of the brothers were getting much sleep, either. Having one of their own out there in enemy hands was eating at all of them. Kylie was doing her best trying to work her magic on the computer, but with such little leads she was just guessing on where to look.

Tulsa and Lance had found out the location of the Phantom Furies’ clubhouse from a friendly waitress in a bar in Taos. She’d partied there once, realized it wasn’t her thing and never went back. They’d been trying to stake it out, hoping to catch a glimpse of Darren, but so far had come up empty. Honestly, the only way they would know for sure whether Darren was there or not was for one of them to somehow get inside.

Jed was currently working that angle. He’d made contact with Sadie and from the way it sounded, they were “dating.” He was with her as much as she allowed and was finding it difficult to keep up the charade of being a “nice” guy. The only reasonhe continued pretending was because he was hoping to use her as a way inside the clubhouse. He found it strange that she’d been spotted by Tulsa and Lance several times during the week visiting the clubhouse. It was usually as soon as she got off work. She’d stay for a couple of hours, then meet up with Jed. She also disappeared every Wednesday and Thursday. He tried to ask her where she went only to have her change the subject.

The Phantoms didn’t know they had eyes on the other club’s properties in Redemption or that Jackson and Trick had broken into all three just to make sure Darren wasn’t being held there. They’d done their recon within hours of Darren being taken and continued to do drive-bys while Kylie continued to monitor the cameras they’d installed facing the properties. Nothing panned out there, either.

For Tuck’s part, he felt like a freaking loser. He couldn’t ride his bike yet. He couldn’t do stakeouts because it would hurt his damn leg being cooped up in a vehicle for too long. They didn’t say it, but he knew they were thinking it. That because of his bum leg, he would be more of a hindrance than a help. For now, he was stuck going to physical therapy and hanging out with Kylie. Race said not to consider it babysitting as much as it was bodyguarding her. Not only was she important to Tuck and Darren, but the club considered her family as well. She was also one of their best assets. It sounded cold, but Tuck got it.

Wandering around the house in the dark, he tried not to wake Kylie. He found himself in the baby’s nursery staring at what he knew to be plain white walls. He closed the door and flipped the light switch on. Two cans of pale yellow paint sat underneath the window just waiting for someone to roll it onto the walls. He’d been meaning to get to it. In fact, he and Darren had planned on knocking it out the day he’d been kidnapped.

Well, fuck it. He couldn’t sleep. Might as well be doing something productive. Everything had been taped off and all hehad to do was spread out the plastic drop cloth and he could get to it. Tuck poured some paint in the tray and grabbed a roller.

It didn’t take long to find a rhythm, his mind wandering from one thing to the next. One of the things he thought about was him getting shot and Darren being taken was exactly why he’d wanted his best friend to be a part of his and Kylie’s relationship. At least, in both of those instances, she’d had someone to fall back on. Someone was there for her to help her get through it. It made him happy knowing that as long as one of them lived, she would always be taken care of. To ensure it stayed that way he was going to do his damnedest to get Darren home for Kylie.

He bent to load his paint roller again as he thought about the toll everything was having on her over the last few weeks. She wasn’t sleeping enough and he had to remind her to eat sometimes. He worried about the effect of the constant stress on the baby. Would it hurt his baby girl?

He got one wall finished and moved on to the next. After the room was painted, they needed to put the crib together and move the dresser in from the garage. She’d already spent a small fortune trying to create the perfect room for the baby. He smiled and shook his head remembering all the bags they’d carried inside. All those bags now sat on the floor of the closet until they brought the dresser in. He started to hum to himself as a way to break up the silence. It didn’t keep his mind from wandering, but it was soothing.

As he moved to the next wall, he ran baby names through his head. He had them narrowed down to two and hoped Kylie liked one of them. One in particular was his favorite. Emmaline. It was the kind of name that was cute for a little girl and would be equally sweet as she grew older. For now, he kinda wanted to call her Emmie.

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