Page 34 of Has-Been
“Spread out, and fucking find her!” I yelled, not bothering to wait for my VP to command us, or to even see if they were moving. I had to find my fucking woman, before something happened to her.
The Bad Guy
Theymadeitsofucking easy, didn’t they? Brawling like fucking thugs in the middle of a road in the middle of nowhere, and taking their eyes off the prize. My prize. She struggled a bit, of course she did, but wasn’t I bigger, stronger, and more fucking powerful than her?
I got her into the van and subdued with a single punch. I didn’t have time to stop and tie her up right here, because those dumb fucks would realise she was gone as soon as they pulled their heads out of their asses. I made it about a mile down the road, and hid down a side road, while I climbed in the back and latched a pair of handcuffs around those dainty little wrists. Such weak little wrists. They’d break so easily. The temptation to stomp on one right now, and hear it snap, was so fucking strong, but I was still too close to those biker fucks.
I latched the cuffs to the bolt in the floor of the van, and then I slid back behind the wheel and started driving again. I knew exactly where I wanted to take her. I also knew exactly where I’d dump her body when I was done with her. I left the last bitch there, and there was a beautiful symmetry in leaving the next there too. The police had finally given up their surveillance of the area, because I wasn’t so stupid that I wouldn’t spot their attempts at covert monitoring of an area I knew so fucking well.
I made my way out of the danger zone, far enough away from the bikers that they were no threat whatsoever. As if they ever were. Once we were at my chosen location, I moved back into the back of the van, and knew instantly that she was awake, but trying to hide it. Dumb cunt. I wasn’t born yesterday. I checked that my balaclava was hiding my face because I might be planning to kill her, but I was smart enough to know that plans sometimes don’t go the way I want them to, and I didn’t want any description of me out there.
“Pity she’s still unconscious. I‘m sure she’ll wake up when she feels my cock deep in her fucking ass.”
She gasped and tried to shuffle away from me. I’d kept my voice to a harsh whisper, because isn’t it just creepier that way? She sounded so much more terrified than the last time I’d heard her voice. It was perfection, a sound that made my dick even harder, and that tingle of fucking need winding through my senses. She needed to feel me. Feel my touch, my brutality. She needed to know what pain felt like. Real pain. The kind of agony that causes desperate screams and so much begging. The begging was my favourite part.
“Sit the fuck up, or I’ll choke you with my cock.”
The biker bitch scrambled up against the side of the van.
“Please. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
I grinned. The begging always begins so fast.
“Of course you won’t. You’ll be dead very soon. The dead don’t talk, right?”
“Please! I… you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, but I do. I just fucking love it too much.”
I grabbed her hair and dragged her closer.
“Remember to scream, cunt, because I know this is gonna hurt.”
Twenty-Two
Shewasgone.Shewas FUCKING GONE. We searched the area as fast as we could, and the worst part was finding her helmet discarded on the ground by a side road, because there were tyre tracks in the dirt.
A vehicle had been here, and she’d been fucking taken. I couldn’t breathe. I was feeling that same kind of panic that I’d felt every time one of those bastards was hurting me, only it was worse. Worse because it was her; my sweet girl. My fragile, sweet girl, who deserved to be touched only with reverence and respect, and ONLY by me.
“Has, keep it together.” Ry squeezed my shoulder, and watched as Stitch was yelling down his phone, while Ice paced, talking on his too. Others were on their way, but Ice was also up to something, dictating instructions down the phone to someone.
“What if he has her?”
Panic was threatening to overwhelm me, and it was destroying my ability to think, or try to come up with any way to save her. My heart was pounding so heavily, and almost painfully, that I wondered if it’d just burst right out of my chest.
“Has… come on, man. You know we’ll find her. Time is of the essence though; finding her before someone hurts her, and that means we need your head in the game. Look at me.” My friend, who knew exactly how it felt for his woman to be taken from him, looked deadly serious as he stared back at me.
He knew me better than most of the club, and he knew the things going through my mind. Worse than that, he knew the damage it did to a person, because his wife was raped months ago and it had nearly destroyed her. Nearly destroyed both of them.
“She can’t go through… she can’t… brother, we need to find her.” He nodded, squeezing my shoulder again, while I tried to let his calm ease my panic enough that I could be what she needed me to be. The man who’d destroy anything standing between the two of us.
“Got her. Thank fuck she has her phone with her.” Ice rattled off an address, and then we were racing for our bikes, engines roaring as we headed down the road at speed. It was time to find my fucking girl, and bring her home. I prayed the whole way there, that we were in time to keep her from being harmed by whoever had taken her.
“There!”
There was a dark blue van tucked behind some trees at the co-ordinates we were given. We were at a local forest park, and as we approached the van on foot, with Ryder gripping the back of my cut to stop me racing in there without backup, I realised why the place looked familiar. It was the same fucking place where the killer apparently dumped Chrissy. FUCK! There was no way the person who took Elise wasn’t the same rapist and killer!
The side door on the van was partially open, and as Ice and Ryder made their way around the van, I took up position, regretfully behind my VP, as he hauled the side door open. Desperate sobbing met my ears a second later, and I shoved past him to get to my Elise. She was handcuffed and tethered to the floor of the van. That part I only noticed dimly.
