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Wolf smacking me on the back brings me back to the present.
“Come on, son,” is all he says.
He guides me back to the woods and our bikes. The ride back to the clubhouse helps clear my head a little, so I can focus.
Arriving at the clubhouse, I can see we’re the last to get back. Walking through the main room toward church has an eerie quiet to it. Going into church, the brothers are all quiet. Taking our places, Prez begins.
“I’ve already briefly told the brothers what you told me on the phone. Reck, can you send the photos you took to the printer, so we can see what we’re working with.”
Nodding to Reck, he fiddles with his phone for a while, getting frustrated. With a smirk, Wire goes to help him, mumbling about stupid technology, breaking the atmosphere in the room a little.
Once the pictures are printed, Wire hands them to Prez. We all sit patiently while Prez looks over the photos. I’m watching his face for any emotion to tell me what he’s thinking, but that’s one of his strong points—the man shows no emotion at times. Prez starts to hand the pictures out to all the brothers.
“Prez, this is serious shit. I mean, this is someone who is highly trained and knows what they are doing. Saw fucked up shit like this while I was servicing,” Sarg confirms.
He was Special Forces, so the fucker should know what he’s talking about.
“My suggestion is to place surveillance on the place. This fucker is going to come back.”
Prez seems to be taking in what Sarg suggests. After all, he’s our security expert.
“I agree. I want you and Wire to work together to set that up, take who you need with you. Once we have more information, we will meet again to plan our next step. What we found today alters how we proceed with finding Carrie.”
His eyes find Reck and me straight away.
“We’re not giving up! We just need to step carefully. Wire, do some more digging on the property. Stay close and stay together.”
Prez slams the gavel down to end church.
CHAPTERSEVEN
CARRIE
After his little mind games, he leaves me locked in the basement. Part of the basement is walled off to create a room for his fun. Fun! That really is a joke.
Torture is more like it. I can see in his eyes how much it turns him on, trying to break me and causing me pain. Well, fuck him if he thinks I’m giving in. I have too much to fight for.
Sitting on the bed, I’ve really got nothing else to do but think. What more can he do to me? He’s already hurt me in more ways than I could imagine. The mind games are the worst as you don’t know where his evilness would take you next.
The rumble of bikes draws me out of my head. I jump up, then wish I hadn’t. My body aches from being abused, and pain radiates all over. Slowly I work my way over to the boarded-up window. I try to see through a few gaps in the slats that are across the window. I would know the sound of Harleys anywhere.
A sliver of hope begins to rise inside me. Maybe the club had found me. I hope they are looking for me, but really, who knows. I try not to think about it too much, as to be honest, they have more than likely moved on. Does Johnny even remember me? Is he happy? I miss my brother so much. When it comes to Jason, I can’t think of him as it hurts too much.
The Harleys start up again, and the noise fades into the distance. My body sags as I make my way back over to the bed and plop down. Head in my hands, I feel my resolve wavering. At the worst possible time, I hear his footsteps on the stairs. Fuck not now! Steeling myself for when he gets here, I straighten my spine and look bored.
The door to my prison opens, and he swaggers in.
“Well, little pet, it seems we might have had company. Had some bikers searching the empty property across the way. So close yet so far.” He grabs my chin to make me look at him. “You’re a biker trash whore.” He spits at me. “So far, I’ve been easy on you,” he snarls.
Easy. He really is in a world of his own if he thinks what he’d done to me already was going easy. His eyes run over my body, and I fight the urge to attempt to cover myself.
“You really have grown into a beautiful woman Carrie. But you’re still a whore, and whores love it rough.”
He traces his fingers down my neck, along my collarbone, and slowly between my breasts. I want to shiver in disgust, but don’t, as I know this will turn him on. An evil smirk appears across his face as if he knows what I’m thinking.
“Don’t worry, Pet, I’ll break you slowly.”
He laughs maniacally as I feel the pinch of the needle in my arm. Staring into his pure evil eyes, the world goes black.
