Chapter Six
Banger woke up andhad to shake his head to clear away the fog of being punched and beaten.Then he looked around as he realized he was still in the warehouse and he was alone.Man, he believed those two were going to kill him.
He now focused on getting up.His body was screaming and his arms felt so heavy.He frowned and tried to pull his arms around but couldn’t get far.That’s when he realized his wrists hurt and he couldn’t feel his fingers.He tried to look behind him but he couldn’t and that was when he yelled, “What the hell?”
Only his voice echoed back in the empty warehouse.
Banger struggled even more to get free.He tried to pull his hands apart to stretch the zip ties but he could barely move.Yelling and thrashing around did nothing.Instead of getting free, he exhausted himself.
Banger leaned back against the beam and tried to think clearly.Then he remembered his phone and he worked it out of his pocket.He flexed his numb fingers to press the screen buttons.When nothing happened he frowned then tried again.Again, nothing happened and that’s when he pushed it forward a little at a time.It took him maybe five minutes to get it next to his leg.He could finally check the battery and he peered down at it.Seeing that it registered nothing at all...he began to shout again.
He didn’t stop until his voice went hoarse.Maybe someone would hear him and rescue him.
Finally, he laid back again—breathless and tired.As he slumped, he took the time to clear his mind.When he was calm again he looked around the room once more.His bike and total freedom was only three feet away.Maybe he could get loose if he stood upright.
He tried to get to his feet as he worked at pushing himself upward.His hand throbbed and tingled.He knew all the bones in it were probably broken.He shook his head and dismissed it for now.Getting free was all he could focus on now.
It took a long ass time of attempting to stand while tied to a column like he was.
Finally, he was standing.His body hurt so badly, but at last he was upright.He knew the next step would hurt more than anything in the whole fucking world, but he had no choice.He leaned forward and used his weight to force the plastic ties to snap.
Leaning all the way, he pushed his body forward as his arms remained behind him and they didn’t move really but his muscles stretched like a taut rubberband.He was in extreme pain as sweat dripped in streams down his face almost blinding him as it hit his eyes.He huffed and puffed as he used all the strength he had left.
Suddenly, the ties snapped and he hit the hard dusty floor face first.
He laid there in utter pain and exhaustion as he realized he had broken his nose and perhaps his cheekbone had gotten busted.It took maybe another twenty minutes for him to get up.
Then another ten minutes for his dizziness to fade a bit.
When he tried to stand, he wobbled and fell again.He passed out.
He came awake later but he did not know how long he’d been out.Banger finally stood and had a lot of trouble keeping balanced.He could feel the dried blood on his face.It covered his entire face and had dripped down to his neck too.
Gingerly, he took a step forward then stubbed his toe and growled as he looked down at his sock covered feet.“What the hell?”He growled out when he realized they had actually stolen his boots.“Those fuckers are gonna pay for this.”He made his slow way over to his bike.He threw one leg over the engine and paused as he felt the bruise on his groin and he had to groan again.“Those lousy assholes,” he grumbled under his breath.He stood up and got the keys out of his pocket.He shoved it into the ignition and the engine turned over loudly.He walked the bike over to the door then put down his kickstand to open the doors and looked back around when his engine began to spit and sputter.“No, no, no, not right now,” he mumbled as he rushed back to the dying bike.“What the hell?”he exclaimed as his engine finally stopped.
He walked around his ride, the one his MC had stored and kept in mint condition for ten long years.Now, he noted the crystals of sugar piled up on the foot stand.He knelt carefully and tapped his finger on the pile he found, then he lifted his finger first to his nose then to his lips.His tongue touched the crystals and he growled when he tasted the sugar.“Didn’t they know you don’t mess with another biker’s ride?”
Banger kicked the useless bike with his one good leg then turned around and limped away.He slowly went around, searching the entire room.The first thing he found was the shattered sugar bottle.He went to kick the shards of glass then too late he remembered he didn’t have boots on.A shard of glass pierced his foot and he screamed and lifted his foot.“Ffffuuuucckkk!”he yelled.The glass had gone deep in between his toes and red stained his off-white socks.
