Page 38 of Her Biker Daddy

“Fuck you,” Thatcher spits at me and this time, I don’t pull the hit, but rather than the gut, I land it right to the dick and if there weren’t three keeping him upright, he’d be sprawled out moaning like a little bitch.

“No thanks, I don’t get hard for men, and the ones that do, are too discriminatory to touch you,” I return, tapping my free hand with the bat his eyes can’t leave as they finally open. “Now, you’re still breathing because you’ve got something I want, but I can change that real quick if you’d like. Or maybe not so quick. See, I don’t mind doing the torturing when the receiver is someone that’s hurt my little girl and you…you’ve done that on your own, but this time…you helped that piece of shit grab her and now, you’re going to tell me where she is, or I’m going to make you beg me to just kill you. And if you’re wondering what that might entail, how about a little show and tell of my own. You like pictures I’ve heard, well how about this one,” I state, taking the burner phone that Meyer used to document the cops’ scene for some of the others in the club that weren’t buying the story.

“This one,” I say, showing him a picture of the one with the poker through his head. “He tried to crack Everly’s skull open with his baton, so I just returned the favor. After making him rape his partner with it, since that’s what they were going to do with my girl before I found them. And since you seem to have such a fascination with gay sex,” I add, flipping to the next photo showing him the aftermath of the other bastard, “if you don’t start talking, I’m going shove this bat so far up your ass, you’ll feel it in your throat as you die from internal bleeding.”

“You think I’m scared of you? Of fuckheads like you?” Thatcher crowed, laughing it off. “Try your best. You’re never going to find her body. Yeah…she’s already dead,” he chuckles, and Law barely catches my arm before I launch the bat directly at his head.

“He’s lying, he’d rather die than subject himself to the torture. He can’t take it,” Law says as he pulls me aside. “Especially not when it’s sexually threatening.”

“String him up,” I tell the others, waiting until they have him on his feet to add, “naked and hogtied.”

He thrashes and shoves trying to get away but he’s vastly outnumbered and within minutes, he’s hanging by his arms and legs, shouting his head off. “For fuck’s sake, no one’s going to hear you. Wasn’t that the point of bringing them out here? So, no one could hear you kill them. They’d never find their bodies, so stop your fucking blubbering and act like a man, not damn coward.”

“Fuck you. Only a gay-wad would be able to fuck that fat, ugly…” His words stop as I slam the baseball bat against his side, the left to avoid rupturing his liver and low enough to not get close to the spleen.

“That’s my little girl you’re talking shit about. Keep it up and we’ll invite the entire crowd from Rusty’s out here to take turns on the closeted police chief because that’s what he really likes,” I warn, my voice deadly and the bastard gulps, his breathing racing and I know Law’s right. The only way to get him to talk is to do the one thing he fears most.

I turn back to the items from the bag and find a long handled dildo as well as a second more rubbery one that’s double-ended. Law holds his hand out for the one on the stick and in front of the chief’s face, pulls out his dick and comes on it, coating it as he puts his dick away and moves towards the man with a glittery fury in his eyes.

He holds up the dildo to his face, and when he tries to swing away from it, Law smacks him right across the mouth. “That’s gay cum right there. Don’t it taste good?”

Thatcher was already spitting but he starts to heave, and I move over, grabbing hold of his hair pulling his head up holding onto the rubber dildo as Law moves behind him. He smacks his ass with the stick rubbing it between his cheeks and I give him one chance. “Where. Is. Everly?”

“Fuck you!” Thatcher shouts and I shove the dildo into his mouth while Law shoves the other up his ass, making him jerk and grunt trying to get away from both ends.

“Look at you, getting fuck with gay cum, by a gay man,” Law crows before looking to Knuckles and adds, “Get me a glove. Let’s see if he’s a grower.”

The man pulls out a latex glove, letting Thatcher see it and he jerks even more, and I pull the dildo out of his mouth asking again. “Where. Is. Everly?”

He doesn’t answer and I shove the thing back in his mouth just as Law jerks on his cock hard with the gloved hand, and I grab up the knife pressing it into the flesh enough to break the skin just above his dick and run it up his body, slashing over his nipples on either side before looking back at his face, removing the dildo. “Last chance before you quickly become the town dumpster,” I warn.

“I’m sure there’d be someone in the crowd that would just love to suck your cock, while the others are taking turns on your mouth and ass,” Law threatens as he twists his cock that’s now hard despite the man’s best attempts to stop it.

“Hell, they’d take him from all side. One cock in the ass, one in his mouth and another would come up under him and fuck their asses with his cock,” Knuckles suggests and Thatcher shouts curses to the moon as Law shoves the dildo into his ass further, shooting a stream of cum onto the ground as he wrings it from his cock.

“Yup, they’d do that with their asses them make him eat it,” Law says, and I hold up the knife for Thatcher to see.

“Which is it going to be? You tell me where Everly is, and I end you right here with this knife. You keep trying to act all tough and we’ll let every last man in town that wants to get their pound of your flesh have it,” I state, and Law gives his cock a jerk, bringing the answer to his lips.

“They’re at the old Jackson manor. She’s in the basement,” Thatcher say, and I nod, dropping the knife making him yell. “You said you would end it!”

“Once I know you’re telling the truth we will. Until then, put him the back of the truck and gag him,” I tell the group, and they back the truck into the clearing and toss him none too gently into it. Law heads to Cash’s bike with him, and Cash holds onto him as they tear out after us, heading towards the old manor house to see if they’re really there.

It’s thankfully just outside city limits on a private stretch of road, and we pull in unseen using the backroad that runs up around the old barn on the property. There are lights blazing when we pull up, but there’s no way to see into the basement from outside the house. Stealth moves up to the front door first, motioning us to follow and nothing is keeping me out of that house. If Everly is in there, I’m the one finding and saving her.

Thatcher is too tied up to get free, but we leave one of the snipers with him just in case someone comes knocking. The rest of us move into the house when the door is unlocked. Some shit reality show is blaring on the TV, but no one is in the room watching it, and the guys spread out, checking all of the rooms as we look for the basement.

Stealth gives a whistle, nodding towards an open door and I move up behind him, Law and Cash filling in behind me, and the others cover us as Stealth counts down with his fingers from three. At one, we rush, guns drawn down the steps, as my heart pounds.

“What the fuck?” Stealth lets fly and half a second later, I see why there’s amusement in his tone, but my attention is entirely on the pretty girl sitting on a chair amongst the carnage.

“Everly!” I shout, moving quickly to her side as the others flood the basement, eyes moving from one dead body to the next and I cup her face, taking note of the knife in her hand. “Thank god, oh thank god, baby girl.”

“No, thank daddy,” she returns, lifting her face to mine and I kiss her, hard and fierce before looking the rest of her over as Law heads to our side.

“Self-defense I assume,” he says kneeling next to her leg where the shackle is locked around her ankle.

“Paul thought he could rape me. Melissa attacked me when she saw him dead. Knocked me down. Knocked the wind out of me and was on top of me, trying to hit me. Diane came down and saw them, came at me like she was going to kill me. Adam came down after that. He was about to choke me. I was just protecting my baby,” Everly says drawing confused looks our way.

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