Page 55 of Pedal to the Metal
Chapter Thirty-Five
Savannah
I’m standingoutside the clubhouse. It’s a beautiful day and everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves. Some of the brothers decide we need to BBQ, so they’re setting up the grills and some yard games. Raze is ordering some prospects to get some wood ready for a bonfire for later. He turns around, and a smile breaks out when he sees me. His smile so contagious, I can’t help but smile back. We start walking toward each other. As soon as I’m close enough, I throw my arms around his neck and jump into his arms.
“I missed you,” I whisper against his lips before giving him a quick peck. He gives me a light chuckle.
“Everything okay? I just saw you ten minutes ago, Kitty.” Has it really only been that long? I brush off his comment and kiss him again. Deeper this time, and I lightly run my nails against the back of his head. “Mmm, save some of that for later.” He kisses the tip of my nose and winks before setting me on my feet again.
“Get a room lovebirds!” Rivet laughs out. She walks up beside me and links her arm with mine. “Mind if I steal her away?”
“As long as she’s okay with it, I am.” I look into his eyes and see so much love in them. I want to say those three little words, but can’t seem to find the courage to. Instead, I reach up on my tiptoes and steal one more quick kiss. I could kiss Raze forever.
“I’ll be by the grill if you need anything.” He winks at me and walks away.
“You two make me want to gag,” Rivet says, sticking a finger in her mouth and pretending to gag. I laugh at her.
“Oh, I’m sure you and Saint will be on our level soon.” I wink at her and her eyes bug out.
“You have officially lost your mind,” she replies, making me laugh again.
“Minx!” I turn around and see . . . Hawk?
“Hawk? What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean, sis? I live here too ya know.” This has me so confused. Hawk died. How is he here?
“Hey, look at me,” he says, grabbing me by my shoulders. “I need you to remember, you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”
“What?” I look at him, completely confused. That’s a Disney quote I had on a poster in my room growing up. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Just promise me you’ll remember. You got this, sis. Be strong.” And just like that, he’s gone. I clenched my eyes closed. This is too fucking weird right now. I rub my hands down my face.
When I open my eyes, I’m back in the hell hole of a room I’ve been a prisoner of. Only now, my arms and legs are stretched out. I look to my left and my hand is tied to the bed frame. I look to my other hand and my feet, and they’re all tied up. I notice that my pants are gone, but at least he left my panties on.
I lay my head back down and try to conserve my energy. I’ve been here for days. I’ve honestly stopped counting but I’m guessing at least a week. One of Ghost’s goons only brings me one meal a day. He wants me to be weak. If I’m prepared, I’ll fight him off and he knows that. He’s trying to slowly break me. The bedroom door opens but I don’t look to see who it is.
“Ah, yes. You’re awake.” Ghost. “How do you like your new restraints?” I ignore him and look to the wall. He grabs my face harshly and forces me to look at him.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he growls out. “I think I’ve waited long enough to have my fun with you. What do you think?”
I glare at him and still don’t respond. He lets out a laugh. “That’s okay. You don’t need to talk for what I’m about to do. Though, I look forward to hearing your beautiful screams.”
He leaves the room for what feels like hours. When he comes back, he’s not empty-handed. He’s carrying a black box. There’s nothing on the outside that could give away what it holds. He sets it on the side table, close to my head. I look up at the ceiling, not wanting to see what it holds. He lifts the lid and drops it to the floor. Then he takes something out. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him turn his body to face me and see him holding something shiny.
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about what I’m about to do?” I don’t respond. I don’t even look at him. I keep my eyes on the ceiling. It may have only been a dream, but I keep replaying what Hawk said to me. “Oh well, let’s get started.”
He moves down to the end of the bed by my feet. Using whatever it is he took from that box, he lightly traces a line from my ankle all the way up to my thigh. He holds it up in front of my face and I see that it’s a smaller hunting knife of some sort. I try to keep my expressions at bay, but inside I’m freaking out.
You are braver than you believe.
“Should we start with the real fun now?” He’s more so asking himself since he knows I’m not going to respond to him. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.”
He is standing perpendicular to my hip. He presses the spine of the blade against the inside of my thigh. It’s cold, but doesn’t bother me. He’s messing with my head right now. I’m not going to let him get to me.
Stronger than you seem.
He does it again, only this time it stings. He used the blade. I feel a trickle of blood on my thigh. Then without any warning, I feel his tongue against the cut. He licks the blood away. I have to fight down the bile trying to escape my throat.
