I like that she holds her ground and her friendship to higher standards. She isn’t going to leave Harley and that makes it a little more difficult for me. Now I’ve got two girls to handle instead of one.
“You can hide out here until this is over. They won’t look here, or I have a few other places.”
“Where will she go first?”
“Here,” I tell her.
“Then I’m staying here.” With a quick nod, I pull my phone out and start making the call. This is going to be fun.
Chapter Ten
Harley
“You can’t do that! You can’t auction me off! Why would you do that to me?” I scream at my dad. I can’t believe he’d do this to me. Yes, actually I can. He doesn’t care about me and never really has. My life has always been this.
“I never wanted kids, Harley. Now you’re older and can handle yourself. Wasn’t much I could do about it back then.”
“So you sell me off to the highest bidder? What kind of man does that make you?” I ask angrily. He’s going to sell me. To another club!
“That makes me a smart man. You’ll bring in good money, Harley. The club is goin’ under. We need a boost,” he says, as if he’s talking about playing a game. I don’t care that the club is going under. I don’t care that they have nothing. They are nothing! I hate this club with everything I have in me.
“You’ll do it too, won’t you? You won’t even care what they’ll do to me?” I ask him. His VP, Splash, stands behind me, holding my arms behind my back so I can’t go after the asshole no matter how much I want to. And God help me do I want to.
“It isn’t personal, Harley. Angel is missin’ or she would have been goin’ too.” Now I gasp. Angel is missing? What the hell does that mean. “I see the wheels spinnin’. I don’t know where she is. I’ll find her though. Don’t worry,” he chuckles.
That bastard. How could he? Did I ever really know him? Did I ever even matter to him?
“I hate you! I hate you with every fiber of my being! I hope you rot in hell for this!” I scream before being yanked backward. Splash drags me from the room and down the hall of the dingy clubhouse and tosses me into the room where I’ve been held for a week. It’s dark, smells like urine, and is rundown like the rest of the place. I lie down and curl up on my cot, holding myself because there’s no one else to hold me now.
“What did I do wrong?” I question myself. I should have moved farther away. I should have run as far away and as fast as possible. There are so many things I should have done that I didn’t. I should have told him, my mystery man, how much I needed him and his strength, as weird as it sounds. Something about him just called to me and begged me to hold on, but now I’m here alone in the dark. Nothing and no one to hold onto.
Someone opens the door and a sliver of light flashes before its closed again. Then they’re creeping around the room, setting something I assume to be food on the small table. I want to move, to look, but I don’t. I don’t care what they do to me anymore. My sole objective is to figure out how to get out of here. I need to find a way to find Angel. Where could she be? Where would she run to?
“I brought you dinner,” her little voice says. Deb?
“Deb? Is that you?” Deb is a club whore around here. Poor sickly thing too. She’s so addicted to drugs she doesn’t usually know what day it is.
“Sorry, Harley. I made you soup. That was better than what he wanted me to feed you,” she says softly.
“Deb, help me. Please help me get out of here. I’ll give you anything you want. I can get you drugs,” I tell her knowing exactly what she wants. I feel sick for even offering it, but I also know that she’s an addict.
“I can’t. He’ll kill me.”
“Please, Deb. He’s going to kill me too.”
“It’s not the same, Harley. You know that.”
“I know he’s going to sell me. You have to help me. Please, Deb,” I beg her. The door whips open and one of my dad’s guys glares at us before Deb moves toward the door.
“I’ll be back,” she whispers before she’s leaves the room. My heart falls in my chest. He’s really going to do it. He’s going to sell me and there is nothing that I can do to stop him.
Reality is a hard pill to swallow. I close my eyes as the tears fall until I eventually fall asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Devious
My guns are ready. One in the back of my jeans, one in my boot, and the one in my hand. Angel was right. I couldn’t wait on those motherfuckers to sell her off. I need her now. I explained the situation to the guys, and surprisingly, they were all on board.
“You know the layout in there?” Bend asks as we watch the clubhouse. It isn’t much but I know she’s in there and that’s the part that bothers me the most. I need to make sure she’s safe while this goes down.
“Angel gave me the basics. Two side doors, one on each end, and the one right there. No basement but there’s a shit ton of rooms set up in there. We shoot whatever has a cut on. I don’t give a fuck about any of them. Watch for women. Angel said no kids are allowed inside, so we should be good there,” I tell them.
“And you trust this girl?” I nod my head.
“She’s her best friend. She wouldn’t send us in there if she wasn’t worried herself. We move in,
