I’ve been hearing the guys talk about an auction coming up. I know without them saying a word to us that we’re the ones being sold. Our worst fears are becoming a reality with the knowledge we’ll be moved from one hell to another. If someone’s going to buy us, then we’re not going anywhere nice. So, we’ll be shipped off to the highest bidder and sent to another hell.
It makes sense with them wanting to break each one of us down and fill us with whatever drugs they’re pumping us full of. I haven’t been coherent for long periods of time, but I try to take in as many details as possible when I’m awake and not fucked up from the drugs. There’s not much to take in though. The warehouse is bland with no distinct markings to let me know where we are.
I’m lying in the cage again after being beaten earlier. The drugs are wearing off and I’m waking up to the pain from the abuse I’ve suffered again. Suddenly, the door is kicked open and men come rushing in. Gunfire erupts and the men go down one by one. Hope floods me, but honestly, I don’t know if we’ll be better off with these men.
They look mean, worse than the guys we’ve been held by. And they’re carrying guns just like the men we’re used to being surrounded by. Yes, they’re taking down the men who have kidnapped us, but we may be trading one evil for another. Only time will tell.
I tamp down the hope that threatens to consume me. I want to see Raine and let her know I’m still alive, but I don’t want her to see me like this. I’m covered in bruises, lacerations, burn marks, and dried blood. I haven’t been able to shower, I’ve barely had any water or food, and I’m a complete mess. I don’t need to look in a mirror to know I’m destroyed inside and out.
One man captures my attention. He’s full of rage, but there’s a gentleness to his eyes. He’s making his way toward the cages and I can see the disgust reflected back at me when he sees how we’ve been forced to live. If you can call it living.
Once all the men are taken down, our rescuers begin to open the cages. There’s talk about bringing vans over to get us out of here. For the first time since I was taken, I let the hope flair to life. Even if we go somewhere equally as horrible as here, hopefully we won’t be sold off.
The men separate us based on how bad we’re hurt. As the doors shut behind us, panic threatens to overtake me. I’m in the back of another van with men I don’t know. Not to mention I have no clue where we’re going or what we’re walking into. Before the vans leave, the back door opens and the man who captured my attention gets in. He sits by the door and my panic recedes.
Whatever life has in store for us now, I have a feeling things will be looking up.
Chapter One
Capone
I’VE BEEN A member of the Blazing Outlaws MC since I was eighteen years old. I’m now thirty-one years old and the Vice President. The club is my life and I’ll do anything for the members of the club, my brothers.
My life consists of running the strip club, Blazing Babes, going on runs when Satan can’t, and using the house bunnies for relief. House bunnies are part of the club in a way. They know their place— they’re here to fuck us whenever we want and clean, cook, and provide pleasure to the men, or any visiting clubs we may have over. I get all the free pussy I want with no strings attached, just what I’ve always wanted.
Well, it’s what I thought I wanted. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or because I’ve been watching Satan settling down with Raine. Hell, it could be because Hollie is working her way into my life and she doesn’t realize it.
While a huge part of me wants to settle down and love someone, have them love me in return, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to settle down. The life I lead isn’t always law abiding and I know we have dangerous enemies out there because of our business dealings and people wanting our territory. I don’t want to make someone my ol’ lady and then have that person ripped from me because of that decision just because a rival uses the women in our lives as targets to get us to bend to their will. It’s a fine line I’m walking because I want one thing but don’t want it at the same time.
Lately, I look at Hollie and I want more. I want her as my ol’ lady, my wife, the mother of my children, and to be by my side for the rest of our lives. Instead of wanting to live at the clubhouse, I want my own home with Hollie. A place we can call our own. I want to be tied down to someone and know they’re mine as much as I’m theirs.
Hollie is one of the girls we rescued from being sold at auction to the highest bidder. I’ve spent every spare second with her. Nights are the worst for her. She can’t stop the nightmares from plaguing her. She only calms down when I climb in bed and wrap my arms around her.
Over the last several months, she’s gotten stronger every day, but she’s not remotely close to being ready for a relationship. Especially not a sexual relationship. Hollie may never be ready for a sexual relationship again because of what’s been done to her. I’m the only one who knows exactly what happened in that warehouse and I want to bring the bastards back to life and kill them again.
Raine, Hollie’s sister, got her started in counseling, got her medicine to help her sleep, and whatever else she needed to help her begin to heal from the terrible ordeal she went through. She started going to counseling several times a week and is now down to going just one day a week. Hollie’s never taken the medicine to help her sleep because she doesn’t want to stay sleeping if something were to happen.
Hollie graduated from school online. She walked the stage after Raine talked her into doing it. Afterwards, Hollie was grateful she did it instead of letting her kidnapping stop her from doing something she earned the right to do. The entire club showed up to support her and let her know how proud of her we are. After, we had a party at the clubhouse in her honor. Now, she’s doing the club’s books for our legitimate businesses.
She was uncomfortable being around everyone in the club because she’s not one that wants the spotlight shining on her, and that’s not because of the kidnapping and abuse she suffered. It’s because she’s never like to be the center of attention. Although now she’s not comfortable at the clubhouse anymore because of me.
She and Raine were out shopping one day and one of the house bunnies Raine kicked out pulled some shit. She shot Raine in the arm while she was pregnant with Satan’s baby. The bitch also told Hollie I’m fucking everyone in sight before I go home to her every day. And that I like my sex rough, I’ve shared women with Satan, and I’m demanding— things she had no right to tell Hollie.
Now, Hollie barely goes to the clubhouse unless she has to see Satan about work. Even then she tries to get him to go to her house or go to the house he shares with her sister. When he can’t meet her, she comes to the clubhouse but makes her visit quick. She’s usually in and out before anyone knows she’s been there. And it’s my fault.
Silk wasn’t wrong in her knowledge of me fucking the house bunnies or a piece of strange every now and then. I do. Spending so much time with Hollie gets me horny as hell and I don’t want to hurt her or push her past what she’s willing to give freely.