This is some sort of sick fucking game and, when I hear the part about trophies, I have to clench my fists.
This guy is trying to build some sort of collection.
Sick fucking assholes are going to get what’s coming to them.
Torch comes into the room. He looks detached but he’s here to help. I know this situation has to be hard for him.
“Let’s make a plan to get the girls before they try to move them. Once they notice Katy gone, I’m not sure how much time we will have before they try to escape with all of them,” he says.
We spend the evening coming up with a plan and making sure that we have enough weapons to ambush them.
We are close, I can feel it.
Krista
It has been hours since the Devil’s Souls found Katy gone. I can feel their panic as they search frantically for her.
The big boss comes into the room for the second time. I can’t help the sliver of fear that runs down my spine in his presence.
“It seems we have a runaway,” he states sweeping his eyes over all of us.
Not one of us bothers answering him. There is no way that we are going to agree. I just hope that Katy was able to find someone and get to safety.
“I don’t know what you guys did, but we will find her. She’s not going to like the consequences of running away from me. Just be glad that I don’t want my trophies touched. Otherwise, I would let my men at you,” he growls.
I can only be glad that he hasn’t given the bikers permission to touch us because I don’t know how any of us would have handled that. There’s always a way you think you would handle it, but it is something that will leave you broken and beat down no matter what. I just have to look at Camilla and see the light fading from her eyes to know what it’s doing to her.
I make a mental note that once we are out of here I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that she gets the help she needs.
That woman is never again going to feel alone and broken like she does now because she will be under my protection.
A man comes running into the room looking panicked.
“Boss, we have company!” he yells frantically.
The man curses. “Who is here? I’ll deal with them later. I’m talking to my trophies,” he says dismissively.
The guy shakes his head rapidly.
“No, boss, you are going to want to see this. This isn’t a friend.”
The boss looks at him with hard, cold eyes. “Who the fuck would come onto my land?”
I can’t help but smile and, when I look at the other women with me, they all smile too. I have a feeling that I know who it is, and I couldn’t be any happier to know that they found us.
Before any words can be spoken, there are banging noises and gun shots ringing around downstairs.
The boss has his right hand with him, and the other bikers make a line in front of the boss to protect him.
I can’t help but shake my head. Fools.
When the noises get closer, each one of the bikers grabs each one of us women by the hair and holds a gun to our heads.
I don’t let the fear show. It’s obvious that these guys aren’t going down without a fight and wouldn’t have a problem taking us down with them.
The boss is in leaning against the wall on the opposite side of where the door is.
When the door opens, my heart beats faster because I see Pyro, Bullet, my dad, the Vicious Snake’s Prez along with another club President, and a ton of other bikers right behind them.
When they see us, they visibly relax until they see the guns pointing at our head.
Damien steps forward but the boss lets out a “tsk.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Just one more step and I will have my men here blow each and every one of their heads off,” he says.
I move my eyes over the room and notice that Camilla is the only woman that doesn’t have a gun to her head, but she’s not as weak as they all think she is. They may have tried to break her, but now there is a fight in her eyes that I didn’t see before.
Maybe it’s because we have more men on our side and her hope is in full force now.
She looks around the room like she’s calculating something, and I just wonder what she’s planning.
“Charles,” my dad spits out.
The guy behind this whole thing smirks at my dad, Derek, and the other guy who I can assume is Starla’s father since he glares at the guy holding a gun to her head.
“Nice to see you, Dante, and don’t let me forget Derek and Scott. Long time no see.”
I look between the four of them in confusion.
There’s something else going on.
“Why the fuck would you take our daughters?” Derek spits out.
The guy laughs humourlessly.
“You know that I’m a collector. I had decided what better to collect than the daughters of the men responsible for my sister’s death?”
“That wasn’t our fault,” Scott grinds out.
“She took off on her own and denied club protection,” Derek says.
“You should have kept her safe!” Charles yells.
My dad shakes his head. “We can’t force club protection on someone who doesn’t want it. She went out and was murdered by your enemies.”
“We had the same enemies!” Charles looks close to losing his patience.
I don’t like the look on his face.
“We didn’t have the same enemies.
