I love those girls.
“She is right outside of town, in Randy Texas.”
I grin, taking out my phone and calling my brother Gage, the president of the Grim Sinners Rebels who lives there.
River
I try to shift from my position. They fucking came into my job in the middle of the night where I was working late.
My gun is strapped in the front of my jeans. I heard them come in and I had time to stuff it in there before they broke the door down.
I wiggle my wrist to test the ropes they tied me up with. That was their first mistake.
I’m lying in the trunk of the car. I strain with all of my might to stretch the rope to get a little extra wiggle room.
It works.
My adopted dad is a fucking doomsday prepper. He prepared me for this shit. I was adopted when I was five years old by a Navy SEAL dad who knew how corrupt shit is.
I still have on my bracelet he gave me, which has a tracker on it. If I hit the button it will send a SOS to him and my location.
Thank goodness I listened to that fucker. He’s not so crazy after all. I was hacking shit by the time I was ten years old and I was good at it.
I roll over and hear the slight click as the button is pushed in. I know these guys are from the cult. I knew by the haircut and the clothes.
Stupid pilgrim fuckers.
We have been driving for an hour when we pull up onto a gravel road. They never even checked me for my phone. It’s in my shirt below my boob.
I put my back against the back of the seat. Lifting my foot, I kick out the head light so I can see outside.
All I can see is a shit ton of trees and darkness.
I close my eyes and pray that if I’m killed, my mother doesn’t blame herself. She is too fucking sweet for this world.
I sure as hell will go down fighting.
I wait until we stop and I loosen my ropes even more. I hold my breath, listening as my captors talk as if nothing is happening.
How many fucking girls have they kidnapped?
The trunk pops open and I’m faced with the ugliest motherfucker I have ever seen.
I look at him in disgust right before I kick him straight in the face, then I climb out of the trunk and kick him as hard as I can in the balls.
“Kidnap me again, bitch,” I snarl, ready to finish his reproductive system when I’m punched on the side of the head.
I stumble to the side and I’m lifted off of the ground by two of them and carried inside of a house.
They turn on the lights and my eyes have to adjust to the brightness. There is a chair right in the middle of the room.
They sit me down onto the chair hard. I stand back up, kicking out at whoever is in front of me.
He lets me go for a second, but another fucker comes forward, slamming me into the chair, causing the back of my head to hit the chair.
I freeze, the pain overwhelming me for a second. They take that moment to tie another rope around me, securing me to the chair.
Fuck.
I move my feet a certain way my dad taught me so it will be easier to get my feet free if I need to.
They tie me up and step back, grinning to each other happily. “What do you want?” I ask.
Another man steps into the room. He is around sixty years old. “You’re here to be my wife.” He grins, flashing me his yellow teeth.
What do I do?
I laugh, tears rolling down my face. “I would rather scoop my eyeballs out with a spoon than marry you, you disgusting motherfucker,” I hiss at him. He is disgusting.
He smile drops. “I can’t wait to beat that fire out of you, cunt.” He walks to me and grips my face in his hand hard, his nasty long nails digging into my skin.
My eyes never leave his. I stare into those lifeless pits of his. Mine shows the promises of what I am going to do him. I am going to destroy him and this fucking cult.
I grin through the pain in my jaw, not caring that he’s going to bruise me. “Just know everyone goes to sleep sometime.” I wink.
He lets go of my face, stepping back. I mean that shit. The others are watching him and not me. I take my cut.
I slip my hands free of the rope. I reach down into my pants and take out my gun, taking off the safety in a split second and pointing it at the fat fuck who says he is going to marry me.
He stumbles back into the wall. I laugh. “God, you are all a bunch of worthless fuckers.” I pull my legs free easily, then pull the rope over my head.
I lean back into the seat, staring at them all. “I’m not sure why you fuckers think you’re god. You love to beat down women because your weenies are small.” I frown, staring at his little package. “Shit, I have a pussy and I have a bigger dick than you,” I mock him.
He gasps at me being vulgar. “You will not speak to me this way!” he yells.
I roll my eyes. “You will not speak to me this way,” I taunt him, throwing my hair over my shoulder and standing up. “Why don’t you sit the fuck down?” I nod at the chair.
He doesn’t move for a second, so I take the initiative and shoot at his foot, kinking his baby toe.
He screams and stumbles to the chair, which creaks, and I’m almost afraid that shit is going to fall through the floor.
The door is slammed open and the most beautiful man walks through the door. My eyes go to his cut, which reads, Grim Sinners Rebels, Gage, President.
He looks around the room and grins at the scene before him. “Looks like someone started the party without me.”
He walks up to me, looking down. I come to the center of his chest. He is gigantic. “River?” he asks.
I grin. “That’s me. Seems I got kidnapped.”
He throws head back and laughs, the veins popping out in his throat. “What a shame, darlin’. I came here to rescue you. Seems like I need to rescue these fuckers.”
I laugh right along with him, which is fucked up. “Nah, they wanted to, and I quote, ‘beat the fire out of me, cunt.’”
Gage’s smile drops. I see the fire in his eyes and the wicked grin. “Oh did they now? Seems like the fun is just beginning.”
Maverick
I don't even feel the road, I’m driving so fast to River. I’m worried the fuck out of my mind.
My brother should have gotten there fifteen minutes ago. I pull up with my brothers to a house in the fucking middle of nowhere.
The second we turn off the bikes, I hear the screaming.
I rush into the house without a second thought, my fucking heart about to explode thinking it’s River.
I slam the door open and I stop dead, my eyes going to River, who is carving CUNT onto the chest of this old man. Gage, my crazy fucking brother, is standing back looking like a proud fucking boyfriend.
The fuck?
Gage turns to me. “Fuck, brother, you acted like shit was dire. I came in here and she had shot off his toe.” He walks over and slaps my shoulder. I am too old for this shit.
River puts the knife onto the counter. “Did I forget to mention my adopted dad was a crazy Navy SEAL who is obsessed with this kind of shit happening?” She fixes her shirt like nothing is happening.
I stare at her like she has a third fucking head. “Do I have blood on my face?” she asks Gage.
“Fuck, I wish you did, that would make you more beautiful.”
My head snaps over to look at him. “What the fuck?” I snarl at him.