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“So, how long we going to stay here while Singleton is off doing whatever fuck to our women?” I asked impatiently, ready to take matters into my own hands and just take off. And I was willing to bet Clay would be right behind me. “This waiting around is shit!” I glared right at Hawk, not giving a fuck if I was being disrespectful. He’d be the same way if it were Audra. Hell, any one of us with women would be hard pressed to just sit around and wait to go after them. The thought of some fucker hurting them turned us into mad dogs ready to tear out their throats along with their hearts.
We didn’t leave them alive, and if they were lucky, we didn’t torture them first.
Our president was a smart man. Realizing that I was about to lose my shit he motioned for me and Clay to take off. “We’ll be right behind you, brothers,” he said.
I rushed to my fallen bike, picked it up and climbed on. One good kick brought it to life, and then Clay and I were racing away, going after our women.
BK had put a tracking device on Daisy’s car so the first place I headed was to the clubhouse and Fox.
Fox would have the information I needed to go from there.
Chapter 29
Daisy
The darkness was misleading. The quiet was not. We were in a cold, damp basement, in an abandoned house somewhere out in the country. That’s all I knew. As soon as Paul had parked my car into the old barn and pushed us through the front door of the boarded-up house I knew that he’d been planning this for a long time. Grocery items sat along the counter beneath the rotten cupboards, and from what I could see as we passed the living room he’d made himself comfortable. There were a few pieces of furniture that he’d covered with sheets.
Paul hated dirt. I knew him well enough to know that he’d probably convinced himself that he was protected by throwing a sheet over it. I doubted there was any electricity so it surprised me when he’d opened a door leading into a black pit and flipped a switch that revealed we were at the top of a set of stairs that obviously led down into a cellar. As we descended and the bottom floor gradually came into view I could see a lone, yellow light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling below.
“I had to get a generator,” he said with a smug attitude that I was well used to. “This farm house has been vacant for years. No one will find you here.” He sounded so sure of himself that it sent a ripple of fear down my spine. What if he was right?
I hated him, and I refused to respond to him, or let anything he said or did get to me. It’s what he wanted. When we’d been together he’d thrived on hurting me and bringing me down with hateful words. And once he had me at my weakest he’d turn physical. No, I’d save my strength and energy for when it would come in handy.
“Where’s Jasmine? What have you done to her?” He laughed as he pushed me the rest of the way down the stone steps. I stumbled on an uneven stone but managed to catch myself by grasping the rough, wooden railing.
“You’ll see your friend soon enough,” he grated.
“Why don’t you let her go, Paul? You said you’d spare her.”
He snorted. “Right now your friend is my insurance card, darling.” He nudged me along when I didn’t move fast enough for him.
“You’re a coward!” I hissed, stepping off the last step and finally seeing Jasmine chained to the wall. The bastard had removed all her clothes and I could see the bruises forming on her pale skin. She’d obviously put up a fight. “What did you do to her?” I asked in an accusing tone. Had he raped her? She’d awakened once in the car and Paul had stopped to inject her with something I assumed to keep her manageable. Now she was unconscious again, dried blood covered her face where he’d smashed it against the door earlier.
“You should be worried over what I intend to you dear wife.”
“I’m not your wife!” I screeched angrily, tired of his denial.
The dim lighting didn’t allow me a good view of our surroundings or the shadows beyond, but I could make out a wooden bench-like shelf that ran the length of one wall, and some shelving that included the kind of can goods your grandmother might make back in the day. Rows of jars, the contents I’m sure no longer edible was covered with dust and cobwebs. I soon discovered the reason behind the cool, dampness of the room. The cellar was unfinished, the walls and floor nothing but stone and dirt. A thin sliver of light drew my gaze upward where the bulkhead door was located. Wooden steps led up to the slanted door that led outside.
Paul pushed me toward Jasmine. “I hadn’t prepared for having two whores available to me so I’m afraid I’ll need to handcuff you to her chain.”
“Paul don’t do this. Let Jasmine go. She isn’t part of this. I promise if you let her go I’ll do whatever you want, go with you wherever you want.” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was. I knew that once he had me handcuffed to the wall that I’d be totally helpless to him. And I wanted Jasmine out of this so I could fight Paul the way I wanted to. Without being afraid that someone I loved would get hurt in the process.
It didn’t matter what he did to me.
His hateful laugh turned my blood cold. “Take your clothes off.”
“No!” I backed away from him.
“Take your fucking clothes off!” he screamed at me, causing me to flinch. “You bare yourself to your biker scum lover easy enough. I bet he doesn’t have to tell you to take your clothes off before he fucks you.”
My backside came up against the wood bench. “Big John is ten times more a man than you could ever dream of being,” I threw at him recklessly. “You’re the scum, Paul. You’re nothing but an evil monster who likes to hurt women.”
His expression turned dark and menacing. “You dare compare me to him?” he yelled, stepping closer to me. “You were lucky to have me,” he continued, his eyes blazing with a look of insanity in them. “I gave you everything! And you repay me by stealing from me? You had nothing before you met me and should have left with nothing.”
“Is that what this is all about, Paul? Money?” I asked with disbelief. “Are you so enraged that I walked away with a paltry third of your worth that you can’t stand it?”
“No one takes from me!” He caught me unaware, reaching quickly for the front of my blouse and ripping it down the front. “Whether it’s money, or you! I’ll kill you for letting another man touch you. And when I’m done with you I’ll kill him.”