I glanced at his hands and saw what looked like blood on one of them.
“Oh, are you hurt?” I took a step towards him but something in his face made me stop. “What’s going on?” I asked.
He didn’t speak, his face changed from confused to angry and he took a few steps towards me.
I panicked, I didn’t know why but my gut was telling me something was wrong here.
“Connor!” I called out.
Lily came running out of the kitchen, looking as panicked and scared as I felt. She barged past her husband and ran to me, one arm outstretched. There was blood on her too and she clung to me, hitting me so hard we crashed to the wall.
“Run,” I told her grabbing her hand, although I didn’t know why, I just felt the surrounding danger. I turned to head for the door but didn’t get far. Something stabbed into the side of my neck, like a mosquito bite and I slapped my hand at it, turning around. Lily was looking at me with narrowed eyes. Omen hadn’t moved from his spot in the hallway, like he was frozen and the conflicted look on his face told me he knew what was happening, but he wasn’t happy about it.
“Where is Connor? What did you do to me?” I felt woozy. My shoulder hit the wall again as I looked back at Lily, my eyes going down to where she held a syringe in her hand. “What did you do?” I screeched.
“Don’t just stand there like a fucking idiot, tie her up.”
I looked from Omen to Lily again, fear clogging up my throat. I was losing my thoughts. My vision was blurring. Omen moved towards me, and he pulled some zip ties from his pocket. Lily didn’t sound like Lily anymore.
“Gag her too, we can’t have anyone hearing her. Hurry the fuck up before Rosa comes back. I had to cause a scene at the clubhouse to keep her there.”
I didn’t understand what was going on. My legs gave in, and I dropped to the floor. Omen hurried over and zip ties pulled around my wrists, tight enough that they stung and gave me a moment of clarity. A piece of duct tape was slapped over my mouth. I had to fight this, I had to do something before they got me out of here.
Connor!
Omen threw me over his shoulder, and I tried to struggle. My mind telling me to fight but my body wasn’t responding.
“The truck is at the side of the house, hurry.”
The walls were closing in on my mind as the drug took effect. The last thing I remembered was Connor’s boots, his legs, a pool of blood. I tried to scream but both the gag and the drug stopped me. Before we’d even left the house, I had drifted into unconsciousness.
It was dark when I woke up. I was groggy and did not know where I was. I didn’t even remember getting into bed to go to sleep. But the more aware I became, the more I realized I wasn’t lying down. I was sitting. In a chair. A hard chair. I tried to move my hands to touch my head which was fucking killing me, but I couldn’t move them. A sound to the left had my head snapping up.
“She’s awake.”
I didn’t know the voice. It was cold, menacing. And the beep in the silence told me he had spoken into a cell phone, not to someone else in the room. I snapped my head around and regretted it because everything shifted inside my skull, and I winced at the pain and my stomach heaved.
“The drug is wearing off, you’re gonna feel like shit for a while.”
I didn’t acknowledge him. It was all coming back to me now.
Lily and Omen had taken me. They’d hurt Connor. My chest swelled with pain, and I felt tears filling my eyes as I wondered if my friend was even still alive, but I blinked them back. I did not want to let thesebastards see me cry. Once I got my breathing under control, I opened my eyes again and looked across the room.
There was a man leaning against the wall, he had one leg bent with his boot resting against the wall. His arms were folded, and I could see the cell phone in his hand beneath his elbow. He was watching me with quiet intensity. I was shocked by how handsome his face was. His dark blonde curly hair was haphazardly styled, and his eyes were a piercing green as he stared at me. Lowering my eyes I saw his biceps were huge, barely contained in the t-shirt he wore. Then they snagged on the badge sewn into the breast pocket of his cut.
VP. He was the Vice President of what I could only assume was the Kingsmen.
I sucked in a breath, trying to calm my racing heart, still trying to make sense of what happened. How had we missed that Lily and Omen were the enemy? She’d played her part so well, the doting Christian wife, the ear to listen to, the one who supported the old ladies daily and volunteered at the church. What a load of shit. And we’d all fallen for it.
But Omen? He was a patched member of the Devil’s Chaos. I hadn’t known him before I left but he must have paid his dues to be a part of our MC. He’d have been fully checked out. How had they turned him?
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
The man didn’t answer me. He dropped his leg though and straightened up, never taking his eyes off me. I held my tongue. He would not answer me, and he was expecting me to fill the silence to beg for my release and cry like a little bitch but that wasn’t me. I would not cry over this. I needed to keep my wits about me so I could get the hell out of here.
Obviously once I untied myself from the chair, overpower Hercules in the corner and get out of a rival MC’s dungeon. Which is what this place looked like. The walls were dark stone, the floor concrete, there was nothing in here but the chair I sat on and a bucket.
I couldn’t see behind me if there was anything else, but my eyes stuck on that bucket, and it made my stomach turn. Only two bare light bulbs illuminated the room. The door was to the left of my silent guard.
