She nods her head and then the principal speaks up, stating, “You don’t have the right to take this boy off school property.”
I smile at her and ask Rhys to go get his things, and watch as he leaves the office, and the heavy door bangs closed.
“First of all, you as the principal of this school need stop allowing kids to bully others no matter what their family status is, there is a zero-tolerance policy in effect in our school and nowhere in the policy does it exempt people. Second, as it stands right now, I am that boy's only parental figure because his mother has disappeared and not of her own accord. Mais oui, madame, that boy will be away from school until I can locate and bring his mother back to him safely, and in turn I can make sure that they both stay safe.” I turn and head out the door, I know I need to break it to Rhys that I have no clue where his mom is.
249
Viktoria
I had a feeling that I was being followed, I just assumed it was Etienne. It wasn’t, it was the mayor's goons. I slowed down to let them pass me, pulling off to the side of the road and putting my four ways on.
“Come on, pass me already,” I growl as I watch them pull up beside me and stop.
The next few seconds seem to take ages, as they pull up beside me and jump out of the van. At this instant, I wish I would have said so many things to the people that mean something to me.
I watch as the man in the mask raises his hand with a screwdriver in it and slams it against my window, sending shards of glass across my body. I thank my reflexes for the preemptive eye close or I would have gotten glass in my eye, but now I can see and take note of things.
“The Mayor has a message for you.” Goon one reaches in and puts his hand over my mouth. I smirk behind his gloved-up hand before I nip at the flesh on his palm.
“Bitch, I have leather fucking gloves on, you do that again and I’ll make your ass go to sleep.” His hand tightens on my face, before he tries to pull me through the window.
“Dumbass, open the fucking door first, boss said no damage,” Goon two growls.
The hand on my mouth leaves and I start to scream, I beg for help and that I have a son that needs me. I threaten them with violence and when all else fails, state, “My boyfriend is DoRight, the enforcer from the Dark Leopards MC.”
They both pause before laughing and gripping my hair, pulling me out of the car and slamming me against the truck.
“It’s little bitches like you that walk around thinking they own the place. You turn down advancements from men because you think they don’t deserve you,” Goon two growls as I open my mouth.
“I don’t know what I did to you, but I have never seen you or him in my life,” I screech just before a dirty rage is stuffed into my mouth.
They don’t say anything else just put me in the van and secure me to the floor like a rabid dog.
I don’t know how long we drove for; I know they hit every single pot hole, bump and I believe a few curbs along the way, and now I am chained in a bright pink room. The room looks like someone's teenager's bedroom, but attached to the bed is cuffs. I can see that on the table is a piece of paper, but I am chained to the wall, naked and gagged.
“I always knew that you had an amazing body, I just never knew how amazing.” The mayor walks into the room and I growl behind the gag.
“Prince Yameen is going to love you, even though he insisted that you be unharmed. I do believe that I am going to get my fill of you before he even sees you.” He starts to take off his tie when there is a knock at the door.
“I told you not to bug me, what the fuck do you want,” he barks as he opens the door. The goon whispers in his ear and his head swings around as his eyes narrow on me.
“Looks like you were being a dirty slut and took up with a dirty biker gang.” I growl as he closes the door and leaves me alone in the room.
I look at the ropes that have me on the wall and realize that if I go closer to the wall, I may be able to get my hand in the window and wave or do a one-handed help. I figure if I make a fist and then open my palm it may help, or I may be waving at nothing. I need to take this chance and pray someone is out there, that anyone is out there. Right now, I’ll do whatever it takes to get back to my son.
I maneuver myself so that I can get my hand up in the window and start making the motions, I keep going for what feels like minutes when the doorknob starts to turn again. I don’t know how much longer I am going to be here, but I know that I need to fight, I need to get back to my son and we need to get out of this town.
“We have to move her now,” the Mayor shouts into the phone that is pressed against his ear as he reenters the room I am trapped in.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think, those biker bastards are on her trail and I can’t get
