“I don’t know about this place. At least we know who the men are or at least what they look like.”
“Are they friends of yours?” She lifted her hand and stopped. There was a metal cuff wrapped around her wrist halting her movements. She was chained to a table in the center of a warehouse. Don’t go panicking any time soon.
“No, they’re not friends of mine or the club. What is the last thing you remember?” he asked.
She focused on her last memories. Sophia saw herself in her mind’s eye. Nash had his arms wrapped around her, and then the truck jerked. She recalled slamming against the opposite side and then nothing. Everything that happened was a blur. After telling Nash, she waited for him to say something.
“The hit must have knocked you out cold. They hit us a few times before we went rolling.”
“We rolled?”
“Yeah. Lash was okay. He was shouting me as we left the car. The bastards injected me with something though. Fucking knocked me out cold,” Nash said. “We’re going to get out of this.”
Even through the pain, she started to laugh.
“Why are you laughing?” he asked.
“We’re stranded in the middle of nowhere. You’re tied to a chair, and I’m strapped to a table with guys we don’t know as our captors. I don’t think we’re getting out of this one easily.” She felt the tears spring to her eyes.
“Aw, baby, don’t cry.”
Sophia tensed as she recognized that voice. Turning her head she saw Willy and Gill standing together. Her ex-boss and tormentor looked a little too cozy for her tastes. When she saw what they were carrying fear took over every part of her body.
“Do you know these men?” Nash asked.
She nodded, not wanting to look away from the threat in the room. The pouch they were carrying looked scary. She’d seen movies where men had brought out similar looking pouches, and no one left the room alive or in one piece.
“Sophia here owes us a little something,” Gill said, moving toward her. “She’s ours, but you’re here for collection. We’ll get our money then.”
Tensing her whole body, she felt the tears spill out of her eyes as he got closer. Gill wasn’t making any sense, but she’d never understood what he had to say. His hand reached out, touching her stomach and curving up to fondle her breast. Every muscle in her body protested, and the pain sensors fired in her brain, but Sophia screamed.
“Get your f**king hands off her.” Nash tugged on the rope. She saw him fighting to get free. She smiled at him, trying to encourage him to break out of the bonds.
Nothing was happening.
“Gill, leave her alone. We’re not here for that, yet. We’ve got to wait until they get here. I’m not willing to risk my ass until business is over.” Willy slapped the other man’s hand away. “We’ve got a lot more surprises up our sleeves before then.”
“I hope to God it’s a sock puppet. They’re the only things I’m f**king afraid of,” Nash said.
Closing her eyes, she wanted to beg him to be silent and to shut the f**k up. These men were f**king dangerous. She’d sensed it about them from the first moment she met them.
“He’s f**king hilarious,” Willy said.
“Don’t be fooled by him, Willy. The bastard passes a mean punch.” A third guy had joined the room. Sophia glanced over, not recognizing him. He was carrying a bag himself, and she saw Nash tense up.
“I take it you know him,” Sophia asked.
“Of course he does. He doesn’t know my name. I’m his supplier. The supplier he beat up. Do you remember me, Nash?”
The whole warehouse grew tense, or at least she and Nash grew tense. Something was telling her that they were taken for something more than killing. Their day was about to get a lot harder.
Chapter Twelve
Lash watched as Devil stood inside The Skulls’ compound. The leader of Chaos Bleeds looked threatening as he glared around him. Tiny was stood facing the other man waiting.
“When I got your call I was expecting some reunion of some kind. Not this f**king shit you’re bringing to me,” Devil said. This man was the opposite of Tiny. He had a lot of prison years under his belt, and his club were into all kinds of dealings. Lash couldn’t think of a single redeemable thing about the other club other than the fact they were loyal bastards. He’d rather be on Chaos Bleeds’ good side than against them.
Over the years he’d heard how many men had lost their life by one of the club members. They were loyal, and betrayers were strung up and made to pay the piper as their statement was.
“One of my men has been taken. My daughter is in the hospital, and she almost lost my grandbaby. Eva, my woman, is hurting. I can’t let this slide. I need you to help me, and we’ll be indebted to you, I promise.” Tiny was laying everything out on the table. The other club was not welcome to stay forever, but for the next couple of days they were welcome to the fold.
Lash watched as one of the men whispered in Devil’s ear. The leader tensed up and nodded.
“We’re always ready for a party, but we expect payment.”
“I’ve got money,” Tiny said.
“I don’t need money. The boys and I have stopped travelling, and we’ve settled down in a place of our own.” The other man dropped into a chair. Lash was surprised the wood didn’t break under his weight. Devil was not fat, but he was a large f**ker and dangerous. He put his weapon on the table and a load of hundred dollar bills. “I’ve got enough money to get anything I want. I’ll help you kill these f**kers—and I mean dead in the ground—and you’ll help me out with some information.”
“What are you wanting?” Tiny asked.
“I’m looking for a girl, a whore. She shacked up with me over a year ago and disappeared.”
Lash watched the proceedings knowing he’d have to wait to guarantee his brother’s safety. He’d do anything for his brother, even listen to this f**ker’s love life.
“What’s so important about the whore?” Tiny asked. There really was a difference in their world. Sweet-butts and whores were entirely different. Sweet-butts f**ked bikers, and whores f**ked anything for money.
“She took off pregnant with my kid. Don’t give a f**k about the bitch, but I want my kid. She doesn’t get f**k all from me.”
“You’re going to hurt her?” Tiny asked.