“My fuckin’ point, Prez, is that you asked me and not an outside source to do this because you trusted me and knew I’d get this shit done and get it done with no comeback on our club. So I’m doin’ the jobmyway, and I’ll get it donemyway. Tonight.”
I stormed past Hardy and Gauge and headed for the door, fucking pissed that either of them doubted me in the first place.
I was Fighter. Born and bred from my name, and I always completed whatever job I was asked to do.
And Penny, she was just that: a job.
“Make sure you do, Fighter. I need this shit handled now. Not in a week, or a month. If I wanted that done I would have just had one of the boys shoot up her apartment and be done with it and her. Now do what you’re paid to do, and get that fuckin’ girl,” Hardy barked from behind me. “Because if you can’t handle a simple job like this, I’m not sure what the fuck I’m keeping you around here for.”
I didn’t reply. My angry silence was enough of a response for everyone.
~ 3 ~
Fighter
Outside it was dark, the sky clear of clouds and allowing the stars to illuminate the early evening. I threw my joint to one side as I watched Penny’s apartment block. The light had just gone out, so I knew she was on her way. And I was ready.
I’d quickly discovered that her father, Razuuk Beniz, was more than just a feared president of the Vipers MC. He was psychotic when it came down to the women in his life, controlling them to the point of terrorizing them. His wife had left many years before, never to be seen again, and though many thought he’d killed her because she’d wanted out of this life, there was no evidence to prove it.
Penny, much like her mother, was watched at all times, so getting her alone was next to impossible. Lucky for me that Penny had taken on her mother’s desire for freedom. Because on Tuesday nights she liked to sneak out to go to watch late-night showings of old black-and-white movies at the theater. And here she was—twelve thirty exactly.
The door to her apartment block opened and she stepped outside, closing it behind her. Jogging down the steps, her purse swinging over her shoulder, she made her way to her car—a gorgeous navy blue Mustang with white stripes down the side. It’d surprised the shit out of me when I found out that was what she drove but then, the more I delved into this girl’s life the more surprised I’d become.
Hardy and Gauge hadn’t lied when they said she was a mean bitch.
She was the meanest.
She wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything, which, given how protected she was, surprised me. She was a well kept princess that didn’t have to worry about shit barring looking pretty and doing as she was told, yet she didn’t act like it.
I strode over silently, letting the shadows of the buildings hide me from her line of sight. I was used to blending into the darkness, to hiding in plain sight. And it didn’t matter how tough she thought she was, nothing could have prepared her for me. This was what I did best.
Penny pulled out her car keys and unlocked her door, briefly looking around before climbing into the driver’s seat and putting the key in the ignition. After a few strangled groans she slammed her fist against the steering wheel and opened her door to get out.
She reached back inside grab her purse, and when she stood back up I slammed my hand over her mouth. She twisted and writhed in my grip, screaming beneath my hand as she tried to clamp her teeth into my skin through the chloroform clad material I was covering her mouth with. Her elbow swung back and caught me in the ribs, and I grunted in pain but kept my firm grip on her. I put my hand between her legs, grabbing her pussy over her tight black jeans as a threat and she gasped, taking in another lungful of chloroform.
“I promise that you’ll like it,” I whispered darkly in her ear before sucking her earlobe into my mouth.
Her body tensed at my words before she swung back, hitting me in the side of the head this time.
But then she was dropping like a box of rocks to the bottom of the ocean. A dead weight in my arms, just like I’d planned. I shoved her limp body back inside her own car and popped the hood so I could reconnect the ignition before sliding into the driver’s side and pulling away.
Her unconscious form slid in the seat, her body flaccid, but she’d be fine.
I rubbed at the tender spot on the side of my head where she’d hit me. Bitch had a mean right hook. Bet it would have hurt like a motherfucker if she would have caught me properly too. I slid my gaze over to her with a scowl, but it dropped quickly. None of this shit was her fault; it was her father’s. Asshole needed to learn to keep in line, and hopefully losing his little princess for a couple a days would teach him the pecking order of things.
An hour later I pulled up outside the safe house and carried her still-limp body inside. I’d already made a room up for her. Nothing special, just a bookcase with a handful of books on it and a big ol’ bed in the middle. I’d done my research on her and learned that not only did she like to do yoga but that she was also a huge fan of fantasy books. Girl was beautiful, intelligent, and feisty—my favorite three things in a woman. It was a shame we hadn’t met under different circumstances or we could have had some fun together.
I laid her on the bed and cuffed her hands to the metal frame of the headboard before sitting down next to her and untying the laces of her black boots. They weren’t the cute little high-heeled ankle boots that the girls at the club wore. These were great big shit-kickers, and my balls shriveled up at the sight of them. Even the thought of them smashing into my nuts was enough to sending them running for the hills.
I slid them off and put them on the other side of the room from her. Just in case.
This job should be an easy one—watch the girl until daddy dearest decided to play by our rules, then drop her back off home—yet from everything I’d learned so far about her, I had a feeling things would be anything but simple.
She was beginning to stir, the chloroform wearing off, so I took that as my time to leave for the moment and headed out of the room, closing and locking the door behind me. I headed across the hall to my room and clicked on the small screen on the old dressing table next to my bed, watching as she groaned, her forehead scrunching up as she started to properly come to. The camera I’d set up was connected to an app on my phone and several small screens placed around the safe house so I could watch her at all times.
Penny rolled onto her back, one hand coming up to touch her face, and my mouth quirked up in a smile, dark thoughts running through my mind. Chloroform gave you a real bitch of a headache afterwards, but it soon passed.
Her eyes suddenly sprang open, her face creasing in pain from the bulb overhead that I’d left switched on. She looked around, panic crossing her face before being replaced with anger.
