My brothers follow my lead with running their hands over the walls to feel something. I feel a sense of pride they are following me like this. Normally, they don’t really listen to me because I’m more muscle than thought.
“I feel something!” Fat Cat shouts with glee. The asshole’s a big man with a wife and two kids at home. He normally doesn’t come along to these things except for Prince making it mandatory.
I run over to where he’s standing and feel the wall. Sure enough, there’s something behind it. “We need dynamite to get inside!” I exclaim.
Just when we’re about to get going to get the door open, we hear the thunder of more bikes coming up to the house. The bikes are loud and don’t sound like Harleys. Must be a different club.
“We’ve got company!” Prince shouts. “Scatter and do a surprise attack. Whoever these bastards are, they are here for the same reason we are.”
Bella
My heart pounds in my chest. I’m so fucked. I should have left town when I had the chance but I stayed! I stayed for some crazy as reason and now I’m going to die. Or worse…
These guys aren’t the type to have a conversation with a woman. They are the type to handle matters violently and with force.
Every muscle in my body tenses up as I think about what could happen.
Looking at the cameras around the house, I see they’ve destroyed everything that was left of my mother. Everything that my father left as they search for something. One thing that sucks about this room is there’s no audio. I can’t hear anything they are saying beyond these walls and that makes me nervous.
My father’s house vibrates and shakes as more bikes arrive outside of the house. Fuck! There’s more?
I pull my phone of my pocket and dial Jenny. Jenny used to be my dad’s girlfriend after my mom was killed and I’m hoping she can help me. Help me escape these guys who are tearing apart my dad’s house.
“Bella? Why the fuck are you calling me?” She hisses into the phone.
“Jenny, please! I need help! They are at my house… I need help!”
She giggles. “This is what you and your fucking father get!” She sings into the phone and then hangs up on me automatically.
Looking at the phone in my hand, I cry. I cry because I have no idea how to protect myself in a house that’s being overran by bikers who are clearly looking for my dad. I knew there might be a time where I would be face to face with them, but I expected my dad to be here. If he ran away because he was afraid of something, he should have given me more of a warning so I could run too.
I’m stuck. I’m utterly and completely stuck.
If my dad isn’t already dead, I might kill him myself. He’s the worst father in the world!
All of a sudden different guys come into the house and they are wearing the same patches as my father wore. The club he belonged to has come and maybe they are here to save me.
“Oh my god!” I yell out loud and jump off the chair.
Quickly, I throw open the door and walk straight into a breathing wall.
“Bella, I told you to run. Why didn’t you listen to me? Now, you’re fucked. You know that, right? You are one hundred per cent fucked,” Charger growls in my ear. “I thought you were smart.”
Tears roll down my cheeks and clog my throat. “Why… why are you doing this to me, Charger? I thought we were friends…” I stupidly blubber.
He chuckles. “Like I would be friends with a prude girl who doesn’t know how to suck a dick.”
“Bella!”
I turn my head to see the president of my dad’s club, Roman, walking towards us with a mischievous grin on his face. “Roman! I have no idea what’s going on!” I beg.
I’m hoping he will listen to me because I didn’t do anything wrong. My father is the one that fucked up.
The man tops out over six feet tall and pushes the scales at over two hundred pounds. He’s a force to be reckoned with and he’s also the man I have to convince. When my dad convinced me to move to his house, Roman would constantly make passes at me. I felt as if he wanted me for more than just sex and his eyes are telling he wants to fuck me.
My insides clench together.
Charger tugs me outside of the room. “I found her, prez. She’s mine to do whatever the fuck I want with,” he mutters and slaps me across the face.
