Page 41 of Johny B

“You’re fucking with me?” Mal gasps. “So, she is the Prez’s daughter and not just the chick who ran the whore house?”

“She’s also our ticket to bringing down the Young Outlaws, once and for all.” Dunne throws the picture frame across the room. The sound of splintering glass as it hits the wall follows, and then a thud, as what is left of the wooden frame hits the floor.

“No,” I scream, jumping to my feet. Mal is still preening from his pat on the back, giving me the chance to elbow him in the ribs. A whoosh of air noisily spills from him at the impact, but he quickly recovers and grabs my forearm. Dunne quickly steps in front of me, and before I have a chance to scream again, he backhands me across the face. Fire blooms across my cheek, my teeth clash and a metallic taste coats my tongue from my now busted lip. “Fuck you,” I spit red across his face, but the bastard just laughs.

Mal raises a hand, but it’s quickly halted by Dunne, despite him just doing the same to me. “You’re a feisty one. Can’t say I’m that surprised with Smoke and Violet as parents. The apple never falls far from the tree, is that not so?” I don’t answer him, but the glare I give him… if looks could kill, he’d be dead, buried and riddled with rancid worms. “Find something to gag her with and then get her downstairs. Stick her in the trunk of the car, less chance of her attracting attention, and do it quickly and quietly. If you do encounter any problems, make sure that Carl takes care of it before he leaves.”

“Sure, Paddy.” He pulls me to him, tightening his hold on me further, his fingers crushing my bones. “Nolan, tape her mouth up. Rory, make sure the coast is clear.” Last of all, he turns his attention back to Dunne. “Are we heading back to HQ?”

“To be sure. Let’s see what our newest recruit has to say for himself when he realizes that we are, and have always been, steps ahead of the fecking MC.”

As soon as the silk scarf, that’s been hanging on one of the coat hooks by the front door, is shoved into my mouth and tiedtightly at the back of my head, the reality of the situation hits hard. My heart starts to race, and my skin chills, yet beads of sweat pearl on my forehead. Every needed breath I try to take in, is restricted by the fabric, even my nose is partially covered, leaving me boneless and woozy. As they drag me across the room towards the front door, I pool the little strength I have, and sweep my arms over the side unit, sending the cherished ceramic bowl, that belonged to my mother, crashing to the floor, instantly fracturing it into pieces. The framed photograph of her holding me in her arms as a baby, also hits the ground. Shards of glass scatter amongst the short fibers of the carpet. I hiss out as they pierce the underside of my bare foot like tiny knives as I’m pushed forward and out of the door. I’m held back for a moment until one of the twins check the hallway. Then they quickly bundle me into the lift. With blurred vision, I cast my eyes over each one of them, but come to a sudden stop when I find Dunne.

The smile on his face, and the way his eyes gleam with pure satisfaction that he’s got one up on the Young Outlaws fills me with anger and fear. In my mind’s eye, I’m launching myself at him, fingernails gouging out his green eyes, my knee hitting him hard in his junk. In reality, if it wasn’t for the firm grip that they have on me, and the support of the lift wall behind me, I’d be slumped on the floor, fear and panic wiping any strength that I have to fight back. And I hate myself for it.

The cool air hits my damp skin as soon as we leave the building, making my already trembling body shiver. The black sedan is waiting, the trunk already open. With a surge of energy that seems to come from nowhere, I pull my arm free and try to run, but before I get more than a couple of steps, my feet lift from the ground and I’m un-ceremoniously dumped in the trunk of the car.

“Please, no!” I scream, but it comes out nothing more than a screechy moan, the scarf muffling the majority of the sound.I try to kick out, but all that does is earn me a punch to my stomach. My body instantly curls into a protective ball, giving them the opportunity to slam the trunk shut. Leaving me in the dark, scared and struggling to control the fear that is threatening to take control. When I try to kick out against the metal side, shockwaves of pain travel up my leg and through my body. Tears fall easily down my cheeks when I squeeze my eyelids tightly together, not wanting to see, not wanting to believe, yet the rumble of the engine and the sway of the car does nothing to ease the hopelessness that is about to consume me.

Present time

Johny B

“Let her go, Paddy,” I sigh. “You’ve got it wrong. She’s nothing more than a casual hook-up. If you think that you can use her to get to me, you’re deluded. She means nothing to me.” The words are like acid on my lips, but needs must.

“You two,” his pointed finger flicks between me and Scarlett. “You must have gone to the same school for shite liars, because neither of you are convincing.” He stands and comes back around his desk until he’s stood in front of me. “So, JB, I have this dilemma." He goes down on his haunches, so we’re face to face. “Do I punish you by making you watch as my men take a turn with her? Or do I let you defile her in the most heinous ways while holding a gun to your head?” I keep my expression as nondescript as I can, but inside, I’m at the complete opposite end of the spectrum.

“Would you take a bullet for this pretty, red-headed siren? I think you would, because we all know that once Smoke finds out you’re the one that led us to her, he’ll hunt you down and gut youfor it, anyway.” He slaps the palms of his hands down hard onto his thighs. “My men it is then.”

I lunge forward, but my attempt is quickly blocked by Mal, his forearm at my throat, pushing me back into the couch.

Dunne raises to his full height and taps his bottom lip with his index finger. “What do you think, Mal? You want to be the first to fuck the Prez’s daughter in the arse?”

“I’d rather slit her throat,” he responds.

“But what’s the fun in that, now? I want to make sure that Smoke suffers for the devastation he caused my family, and what better than to send him video evidence of how we ruined his precious princess?” He walks towards his desk, and with one quick sweep of his arm, he clears everything from the top. “Get her up here,” he directs at Rory, pointing at the desk. Rory yanks on the chain, tightening the grip around her throat, leaving Scarlett no option but to follow his lead, until she’s leaning against the short side of the wooden surface.

“I should have put a bullet in yours and your brothers head when I got the chance,” I spit out at him.

“But you didn’t, did you,” Rory sniggers. “Must admit, I thought you’d realized that we were on to you and you were going to take us out. But no. Big mistake. Huge mistake.” He gives one more tug on the chain to fuck me up even more.

Dunne grabs the old wooden chair from the near side of the desk, scraping the feet across the floor until it’s around eight feet away from it. “And you, JB, get to have a front-row seat.” Nodding his head at Mal, I’m pulled to my feet and pushed the few paces before I’m forced to sit down in the chair. “Secure him,” is the next instruction Mal gets from Dunne. My hands and ankles are cable tied to the chair.

Dunne walks towards Scarlett, stopping right in front of her as he leans in a little closer. “You know, seeing as I’m the one that your daddy hates the most,” he sneers. “It seems only rightthat I’m the one he first sees fucking his precious princess.” He slams his hand into her chest, Scarlett falls backwards, her back hitting the surface of the desk. “Take the chain from around her neck.” Dunne instructs Rory. “We wouldn’t like to choke her out too much. I want her conscious while I mutilate her delicate cunt.” While Rory removes the chain, Dunne tugs at the fabric of Scarlett’s shorts, dragging them over her knees, down and over her blood covered feet. He lets out a growl of approval at the sight of her nakedness. Now free of the chain, and vulnerable, Scarlett lashes out, but Dunne leans back and out of reach. “You’re a feisty bitch, are you not,” he sniggers. “Let’s see how much fight you have with a gun to your pretty little head.” Rory drops the chain to the floor, pulls a gun from the back of his pants and places it firmly against her head. Scarlett’s eyes bulge wide, and even from this distance, I can see that her whole body is trembling. “Now, I can promise you…” Dunne rags her legs wide open. “This is going to ruin you. Not only your flesh, but this is going to be the hell in every nightmare and waking thought for the rest of your life.” With one hand he fumbles with the fastening of his pants while the other thrusts hard between the apex of Scarlett’s legs. The way her body jerks, a cry muffled by the gag, and tears springing to her eyes, I know his fingers have penetrated her.

Damn it. While the horror plays out around us, I’ve been working on the tie around my wrist and I’m so close to loosening it. Not being quick enough to get to her is killing me, but the need to get Scarlett away from that fucker spurs me on. Anger threatens to engulf me, as Dunne continues to defile her while still struggling to release his cock from his pants.

Even though I can’t take my eyes from Scarlett, I keep working, working the plastic looser. Scarlett’s head tilts to the side, her eyes connecting with mine. It’s as if I’m reading written words on a crisp clear piece of white paper. ‘I can’t go throughthis. I’d rather die than live with the memory of what he’s about to do.’ I plead with her, trying to communicate with my eyes. ‘Hold on. Please. Just hold on.’ A quick shake of my head, but her eyes are now glazing over, I’m not sure she sees me or understands what I’m trying to convey, before she turns her head away.

Her fingers twitch, and her hand begins to rise from her side, but the crashing sounds and gunfire from below is enough to bring us all to a stop.

“Go, see what the fuck is going on.” Dunne shouts. “I’m not done.” With determination, his fingers rip at his zipper, his hard cock instantly shooting free from its confinement. The room empties, leaving only the three of us. Scarlett, laid out on the desk top, hands now free, but held in place by Dunne’s powerful grip on her hips a he yanks her nearer to him so he can line himself up to penetrate her.

“Rrrawww,” Scarlett’s muffled scream shrills louder than anyone could imagine, her hands clawing at Dunne. Her whole body coming to fight off her assailant. Dunne, still determined to have his way, fists his hand and smashes it into Scarlett’s face. Instantly, she falls hard back against the desk, her head bouncing off the wood. She doesn’t move.

Dunne laughs out loud like a demented movie villain, so intent with his need to get revenge and using Scarlett as his ultimate tool, that he doesn’t see me stand, arms now free, until I launch myself towards him.

I get intense pleasure from the shocked look on his face before my fist connects. My movement is restricted because my legs are still attached to the chair, so where I go, the chair goes with me. Dunne turns awkwardly, so I use my full body weight to bring him down to the floor. As we roll around, each getting in punches, the chair starts to break into pieces, giving me that bit more freedom. Each piece of splintered wood a possible weapon.

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