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I look at it nervously and walk past him just as his hand comes out to cup my ass. I close my eyes, unable to stop the tears from falling down my face. I know what’s waiting for me wherever we’re headed. And I’ve already told myself I would fight tooth and nail if he tried to have sex with me. I would rather die than let him touch me in that way ever again.
He leads me outside to the parking lot we arrived at days before. The van is sitting waiting; he opens the passenger door, there’s a feeling of doom surrounding me, despite that, I reluctantly get inside.
I swallow hard when he gets in behind the wheel, resting the gun in his lap. “Where are we going?” I ask in a whisper.
“You’ll see. Everything will become clear soon,” he says cryptically. He’s very calm, and I know from experience that it’s a false calm. It’s the calm before the storm, and I can’t help wondering what he has in store for me? Will I get out of this unscathed and see Chains and my father?
I want to be strong for what’s about to come. I have a plan to take the gun from him, but I need to wait for the best moment. I didn’t want anyone else to get hurt if we ended up crashing.
We’d been driving for over an hour when I decided it was now or never. He’d taken his hand off the gun, and I realized my compliance with his demands had lulled him into a false sense of security.
My senses heightened as butterflies flew wildly around my stomach, I even stopped feeling the cold. Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat, I threw up a quick prayer to whoever was watching over me before I lunged across the seat, one hand grabbing for the gun, the other grabbing the steering wheel. I had caught him off guard if the look of shock and surprise on his face was anything to go by. But I didn’t have time to rejoice as the car started dancing all over the road as we tussled over the gun. I elbowed him in the stomach and he doubled over for a few seconds, giving me the opportunity to take hold of the gun.
Feeling weak because of my confinement and not having any food for three days, I was determined to come out on top. As we fought over the gun, I didn’t realize the van was going straight for some trees, as we hit, the gun went off, and suddenly everything went black.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Chains
We’d hidden among the copse of trees that surrounded the warehouse where Caleb was holding my woman and her father. I was still reeling from the shock I felt that Kick had allowed me to tag along with Knox, Angel, and Ink so Knox could place the tracker on the van that we’d seen in the CCTV images on the night he’d taken Zoe, which was parked out front.
It’s taking everything I had inside of me not to run in there all guns blazing and single-handedly get rid of the asshole and rescue my woman, but my brothers talked me down off the ledge. I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to do that, who knows how many men he had working for him. I couldn’t just assume he was working alone.
But the longer we waited, the less likely we would find her alive. It was killing me not being able to just go in there and consequences be damned. But I had to listen to our Prez if I wanted to remain in the club. I’d already been on thin ice with him from my earlier recalcitrant behavior, and I wasn’t willing to make things worse.
Knox places the tracker on the underside of the car, just as the doors swing open, and there he is with my woman dressed in some thin, sheer, filmy shit in this cold weather, my jaw ticking in anger when I notice she’s got nothing on underneath it. Son of a bitch! Clenching my hands at my sides, we move back towards the trees to avoid being noticed.
“Looks like they’re on the move.” Ink states, and it takes everything inside me not to punch captain obvious in the face.
“No shit.” I grimace, flicking the back of his head with my palm. We’re both the same age, but Ink has been part of the club since he was fifteen, found by Kick rummaging through the dumpster at the back of the clubhouse for food
I want to get on my sled and drive after them, but I need to tell Kick what we’re doing first. Dialling his number, I impatiently wait for him to answer, as I watch the fucker bundle Zoe in the front seat of the car. He walks around the hood, his eyes twitching, watching his surroundings, gets in behind the wheel before he starts the engine and they drive away.
“Chains, everything okay, brother?”
“It’s done.” I tell him. “But they’re now on the move. This was just a courtesy call to let you know I’m going after them. Bring a cage.” I throw my phone in Knox’s direction, hearing Kick’s irritated sigh.
“No one saw you?” Tiny asked.
“No one. It was an easy in and out.” Ink replies.
“That’s great. Okay, stick to Chains like glue, I don’t want him getting his ass busted like last time?” Kick says as I fight not to roll my eyes like a schoolgirl.
“You got it, Prez.” Knox replies. “We’re following him. I’ll send you the app where it shows his car. Download it to each of your phones, we’ll see you soon.” He rings off and hands my phone back before we all four get on our sleds and finally head out.
The van has a small head start, but we soon catch up, keeping a safe distance so that he doesn’t make us out that we’re following him. If he does anything to hurt my girl, his death will be long and painful.
We follow for another few miles, my heart racing in my chest, when the car suddenly swerves all over the road and crossing the middle lane into oncoming traffic. Shit! I watch in horror as the car swerves towards the barrier and the waiting ditch and trees, my voice catching in my throat, the screeching tyres on the asphalt sound loudly in the still mid-afternoon air. The car crashes into the barrier, then the trees, with a sickeningly loud crunch.
Thankfully, we’re the only ones on the road, I get off my sled before it’s come to a complete stop and watch it slide on its side. I'm completely preoccupied with Zoe and her well-being, that it doesn’t even register.
“Zoe?” I call out, as I run towards the crumpled wreck of the van, praying for the first time in my miserable life.
I take off my cut, wrap it around my arm, and stop at the passenger side; with one hit, the glass shatters. Zoe’s eyes are closed and I can see she has a cut on her forehead. I reach inside and touch my hand to her delicate throat, almost collapsing in relief when I feel a strong and steady pulse.
Her appearance—from her hair, down to her sunken eyes and the way what she was wearing hung off her—suggests that she has been through hell and back over the last few days, and I hope it hasn't irreparably harmed her. But if he did, he was going to pay with his life, and I would bring her back to me, however long it took.
The glass breaks on the other side, and I see my brothers, Ink, and Angel dragging Caleb’s ass out of the space where the window used to be, a smirk on my face at his groan of pain. My only consolation in this whole mess is that he looks even worse than Zoe.
