Page 17 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. I was frightened and suddenly very cold. Were they going to kill me like they planned the first time? Why hadn’t they killed me yet?
We were charging ahead, and the car swerved and turned as it drove at top speed and I had no idea where we were going. Even if I recognized the route, my mind wasn’t working, everything outside the window looked foreign to me.
“Don’t be afraid sweetheart, we’ll take good care of you,” the man on the other side of me said, while the other guy’s hand remained firmly clamped on my knee. My flesh stung where he was touching me and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest rapidly.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked and my voice didn’t even sound like my own. It was an alien voice, hoarse and chaffed and it hurt my throat to even say a word.
“It’ll be a surprise, won’t it?” one of them said and he leaned towards me, positioning his face just inches away from mine. The stench of his alcohol ridden breath nearly made me sick.
“What do you want from me? What do you want from Daddy?” I growled and my throat hurt again. The three men in the backseat laughed and one of them inched closer towards me, pushing me further towards the other one.
“I don’t know what these guys want, but I know what I do,” he said and I glared at him as his gaze dropped to my breasts and then the spot between my legs. I knew he was undressing me with his eyes and suddenly my dress seemed like too little clothing. I wished I was covered in every piece of clothing from my closet; and even that wouldn’t be enough against his piercing gaze.
His breath fell on my face and fluttered a few strands of my golden hair. With a menacing smile on his face, he brushed the hair away from my nose and neatly tucked them in behind my ear. My throat was dry and hurting, my eyes were burning up.
I slapped him out of nowhere, even I wasn’t expecting to do it. There was a loud crack in the air, and instantly, the other four men broke into a laugh. The guy who’d been slapped was glaring at me and I noticed that his front tooth was chipped.
He grabbed a bunch of my hair in his fist and yanked me close to him and I gasped. He was hurting me, and my eyes welled up with tears.
“Don’t get too frisky with that hand of yours, sweet Lila, otherwise I’m going to have to tie it up. You wouldn’t like that would you?” he said and released his grip from my hair. The force of it pushed me back into the lap of the man on the other side and I felt his arm wrap around my waist.
I cried out and struggled in his hold, but he was gripping me tightly to himself. I could feel the tension in his muscles. I knew he was horny for me and I was filled with dread. If they were going to keep me imprisoned, they were going to use me too, I could sense that they had every plan of doing that.
“He’s not a nice man is he?” the guy said in my ear, while he looked at his friend who’d been slapped and was glaring at us now. I was panting from fear and I said nothing. I didn’t want to make another move now, in fear of which other part of my body these men might touch.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ll take care of you. Keep you safe from the bad man,” he said in my ear and I sat absolutely still beside him, as his lip grazed my earlobe.
“She smells delicious, wow, I wonder how she tastes,” he said with a hiss in his voice and his friends laughed at that. I could sense that the fear in my eyes was making them laugh harder, but I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t pretend to not be scared.
There were gunshots again, and the driver swerved the car. My heart began racing in my chest again, it was Girth! He was following us. Suddenly, I didn’t feel that alone anymore, knowing that Girth was right behind us.
The man in front leaned out of the window again and fired a few more shots.
“No!” I shrieked and tried to stop him, by punching my fists into his back but the men around me pulled me back and settled me down between them again.
“You just sit tight, sweetheart, let the big men take care of business,” the one who was talking to me earlier, said. I thought of Girth and what he was going to do to them when he caught up with us.
“He’s going to kill you,” I hissed at him, but he only laughed at that.
Chapter 16
Girth
I could hear the blood rushing into my ears when I jumped on my bike. I was smoking my third cigarette on the porch, finally sitting down on the chair beside Lila’s front door, when I heard her scream.
The cigarette fell from my hand and I pulled my gun out of my belt and ran into the house. Her screams were becoming fainter as I approached her room and when I kicked it open, I saw that her bed was empty. The sheets were crumbled and strewn while the open window beside her bed mocked me.
“Fuck!” I growled and ran to it, to see a muscle car at the back starting up. I jumped out of the window and took a shot at its tires just as it screeched to a start and swerved.
I could see Lila’s silhouette in the backseat, between three other heads and I cursed again.
Growling with rage, I ran to my bike and jumped on it, kickstarting it in one motion. The car wasn’t far ahead of me, but keeping up with it was going to be a task. The driver was clearly good at getting rid of a tail. The closer I got to the car, the quicker it swerved and turned away from me.
I wasn’t close enough to the car to see Lila’s silhouette anymore, but I knew she was in there with them. It made me sick to think about what they could be doing to her, saying to her. Were they touching her? How scared was she?
I was riding my bike as fast as I could. I couldn’t go any faster.
I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of the window. I’d been distracted by Lila, by my desire for her and I didn’t do my job well. I should have been alert, I should have looked for the signs. I should have kept the windows locked and most importantly, I should have been surveying the property constantly to make sure that there were no blind spots. Instead, I had been in bed with the woman whose safety was my number one priority and now she’d been kidnapped.
I could feel the flesh on the palms of my hands digging into the bike’s accelerator. I was growling under my breath, blaming myself. This was all my fault. I shouldn’t have fallen for the temptation that was Lila. I should have been a stronger man.
I was trying hard to catch up with the car, firing shots at them when I could, but it was difficult and I was alone. I did what I knew had to be done, as difficult as it was to admit it. I called for backup.
Abe answered his phone and sensed immediately that something was wrong.
“They fucking have Lila,” I growled into the phone.
“How? What the Fuck? Where were you?” Abe thundered into the phone.
“I was on the porch. She was in her room with a window open. It was a blind spot and I didn’t see it. This is my fucking fault!” I was thundering into the phone too.
I could sense Abe running, he was probably running to jump on his bike; even though he didn’t know where to go.
“Where is she now? Did you see them take her?” Abe asked. I had to clench my jaws to stop myself from growling
again. This wasn’t the time for self deprecation. There would be enough time for that once I rescued her.
“She’s in front of me, in a car,” I said and I called out the license plate number. I didn’t know where I was or where I was following them to. I was new to Orlando and not familiar with the city’s layout—another thing I should have taken care of the moment I got to this place. Another thing I had been distracted from when I met Lila.
“Describe the road to me. I’m sending the men out right now. Which direction are you headed?” Abe was shouting in the phone.
I told him as best as I could. The call ended quickly and I accelerated the bike again, the car ahead of me was turning off the road now and I realized that we were going to stop soon.
We had turned off the road and I had caught up close with the car now. Close enough to see the back of Lila’s head. She was tightly wedged in between three other heads still and a chill ran down my spine. Were they touching her now? Holding her? Were her wrists tied? I could have choked those men with my bare hands if I got the chance to.
We were coming to a stop in front of an abandoned looking warehouse. When I looked around me, I saw that we were in the middle of nowhere. How were Abe and the rest of the Marked Skulls ever going to find us here?
I jumped off my bike, pulling my gun out again and ready for a shootout.
The front door of the car opened and then the back door too and five big men poured out.
This was going to be a quick shootout. Five men versus me. They were going to shoot me dead within seconds. Even though I had my gun pointed in their direction, none of them had taken a shot yet. My finger was on the trigger, ready to be pulled at a split-second’s notice. I knew that if I took the first shot at one of them, the other four would kill me within seconds.
I needed to wait and bide my time to see what they had planned for us. If I was dead, there was going to be no hope for Lila’s survival either.
