ONE
Rebel
The mood was sombre in the van as we carted the package to the safe house. I had not wanted to be part of this, not only because I knew just how annoying this package was, but because I knew it meant I would be staying in one house without the use of my bike for days on end.
Of course, I would do it.
I needed to for my club, for Shona.
She’d been the best big sister in the world. She wasn’t my actual sister but she’d been the only one who treated me like an adult and yet nurtured me when I didn’t want to be one.
If she needed me to do this, I would.
The package sat up, the bag over her head, her arms and legs bound softly, enough leeway for her to move but not enough for her to charge at us. Her head moved in my direction but there was no way she could tell it was me. She was blinded by the bag and I was in my balaclava but the way her body slunk in her bindings, as if she were relaxing, told me she knew she wasn’t in actual danger.
The reasons for doing this were still sketchy but I knew it had something to do with her family. The family we were protecting her from.
The family we had thought we’d taken out when we bombed their damn clubhouse but it turns out some of them were roaches and not even a bomb could stop them.
When the van stopped, I looked out at the secluded house near the woods. It wasn’t in Kilkenny, for her own safety, but it wasn’t too far from it that I couldn’t get back if I needed to.
I jumped out ahead of the men carrying Darby inside. One of them lifted the bag from her head and held the chloroform rag to her face. She fought it for a few minutes until her body sagged and she was carried into one of the rooms inside.
Once the coast was clear, I pulled the balaclava from my head and looked over at Wolf who pulled his free at the same time.
“Why the secrecy from her? The balaclavas were a little much.”
“I don’t ask questions, little Rebel, just follow orders…just like you.”
I sighed, rubbing a hand over my head. This was going to be one hell of an assignment but if this meant I was useful, I’d take it. Being around all the boys when they were with their women was doing my head in. I’d never thought I would settle down, the nomadic life had been one I’d enjoyed and yet I felt myself yearning for more as the days wore on.
“Your bike is out back,” he said. “This phone only has mine, Shona’s, Ace’s and Brogan’s number on it. No personal calls, yeah?”
I nodded. “Thanks for bringing my bike.”
“We all gotta ride sometime, right?” he said with a smirk. “Good luck with the princess. I heard she’s a real peach.”
“Maybe a rotten one,” I shot back. Wolf laughed as he got back in the van and the others all filed out of the house and jumped in the back. Seeing the van leave made me aware of just how alone we were out here. The sound of the forest around us was the only noise.
I headed back inside and took a look around. It was a beautiful and spacious house, complete with furniture and state of the art kitchen appliances. Atleast we could be comfortable while locked in this prison sentence together.
Moving to the room they put her in, I checked that she was untied and breathing softly. Stepping back, I couldn’t deny her beauty. She was the younger version of Shona, with dark blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and freckles across her creamy skin but you could only see them if you were up close and personal. She had the body of a sinner, wide hips but a flat tummy, her ass was one to behold, not that I’d been looking, but damn if she were anyone but Shona’s little sister.
I knelt beside her, watching her sleep, when I realised…
“You can knock it off now, Darby, I know you’re not passed out.”
Her eyes snapped open and she slogged me with her fist, blinding me for a minute as she made her getaway. I slowly got up and walked back out to the area near the door and leaned against the wall, watching her try to escape. She was frantically trying to open it but the thing about this place was…you needed the code.
It didn’t even open with a key.
State of the art technology at its finest.
“The door won’t open, Darby,” I said. “You are stuck with me for the foreseeable future. Tell me, how did you wake from the chloroform so easily?”
She sagged against the door, her hands splayed on the wooden arch, before she turned around to face me with a smug look on her face.
“Some things a girl learns when she knows her daddy wants to pimp her out to certain clientele. Your buddies could use some pointers. It takes a lot longer for someone to pass out from chloroform than I did…I also know not to suck in deep breaths like most do when they are hit with the cloth. It made me dizzy, yes, but not enough that I didn't know what to do.”
