Page 51 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
Porter growled. “Then, you get over there and fuck them up. We got it here.”
Archer’s voice appeared again. “And when we’re done here, we’ll come to the wharf if we don’t hear from you first.”
I nodded. “And if you hear cops, get the fuck out of there sooner rather than later. We don’t need anymore of us going down because of these fuckers.”
I hung up the phone and slid it back into my pocket, then I revved my bike engine. I burnt out turning myself around, pointing the front of my bike in the direction of the wharf. I hunched down and focused my pulsing gaze, feeling the anger fueling me as I kicked off from the ground. And as I soared through traffic, weaving in and out as quickly as possible, I prayed that Raven was still alive.
For her sake, for my sake, and for the sake of Chops. Because if she died today, I’d torture him slowly. Silently. Out in the middle of nowhere until he begged for death.
While smiling at him as he drowned in his own damn blood.
Twenty-Four
Raven
I sighed as I leaned against the cold, unforgiving wall in the room they had tossed me into. It wasn’t enough that they had chased me down. It wasn’t enough that they had run me off the road. It wasn’t enough that they blew out all of my tires with bullets and shot up my car until the engine almost exploded. No, ruining my life wasn’t enough for them.
Now, I was their captive.
The lies I had to spew with a gun to my head made me nauseous. But I also knew Brooks was smart. He’d figure it out. He’d figure out where I was, and he’d come save me. Just like I knew Gage would have if he were still alive.
I simply had to keep myself afloat long enough for Brooks to find me alive.
The guy who called himself Sid finally stopped talking on the phone and the world went silent again. If I strained really hard, I could hear what sounded like water of some sort. Or possibly waves. Was I near the ocean? Maybe in a storage facility somewhere?
I shook my head and relaxed against the wall, trying to imagine where they might have taken me.
I relived the accident in my mind as I closed my eyes behind the blindfold around them. How they ganged up on me, flanking me on either side before the other guy cut me off. The bullets that flew in the air and how fearful I was for my life would always stick with me, no matter what. I had no idea why the fuck I was in their line of sight with a target on my forehead, but I was over it. I was done with them and done with all of this shit.
And I’d let Brooks know once he came to find me.
Come on, please find me.
With my hands tied in front of me, I tried to wiggle out of my bonds. But with the zip ties cutting into my skin, the more I struggled, the tighter they became. At least they hadn’t bound my ankles. I would’ve been fucked had they bound my ankles as well. But I must’ve been making too much noise shuffling around.
Because the door to the room I was stashed in ripped open before a pair of boots stepped into the room.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sid asked.
I snickered. “Holding back my shit since you won’t let me take a dump. That’s what.”
He came closer. “You think you’re slick, huh?”
I grinned. “I think I shouldn’t have had tacos for lunch.”
“Stupid bitch.”
I heard the whooshing of the air even before his knuckles cracked against my skin. And the force of his backhanded slap took me to the ground. I tasted blood on the tip of my tongue and I spat onto the floor. But my spitting earned me yet another slap.
Sid fisted my hair and pulled my face up before slapping me again, and tears stung the backs of my eyes.
“Learn your place, and maybe you can go to the bathroom,” Sid grunted.
He tossed me back to the ground and I swallowed the blood in my mouth. “Or I’ll just piss on myself.”
He snickered. “And for every drop that hits the floor, that’s another smack I’ll be happy to deliver.”
I resisted the urge to call him every name in the book as he stepped out and slammed the door closed again. My jaw ached, and it felt like one of my teeth had come loose. I played around with it with my tongue until I figured out that my tooth wasn’t look, but my gum had been scratched so badly that a flap of skin had fallen away from one of my back molars.
That’ll be an expensive dentist trip.
