“What did you do, Lucas?” Maggie stepped up to my side, and the hand she put on my arm was shaking. Tears made her voice croaky. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything, fucking hell guys. She just left. I don’t know where the hell she is.”
The Judge turned to me fully. “He sold her.”
At first, I wasn’t sure what he meant.
Maggie reacted first. A sob escaped her lips. “No,” she whispered. “No Lucas.”
It hit me then and it became hard to breathe. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My chest constricted.
“He sold his own fiance to settle his debt. He sold her.”
Chapter Twenty Five
Darcie
“What?” I came awake suddenly, the word tearing its way out of my mouth before I had even fully regained consciousness. My tongue felt thick and furry and my throat was so dry it hurt to swallow. Slowly I turned my head against the pain radiating from my skull to look around the dark confines of the car. My eyes finally came to rest on the man by my side. He didn’t look anything like I had expected him to look. Shouldn’t a kidnapper be rougher, more mean looking? Shouldn’t I have been bundled up into a nondescript white panel van?
“Where am I?” I did a double-take. “What do you want?” The words left my mouth in a rush. Not that I was expecting any answers from him. He turned his head slowly and I almost drowned in his black eyes. They were emotionless. Bottomless pits of hell.
He might look like someone’s grandpa, but I would find no kindness from him.
“Where you are doesn’t matter now ….” He seemed to search his mind for a second. Like he was trying to remember my name. “Darcie. The name will have to be changed. It’s too unique. Too easy to trace.”
“Trace?” I squeaked. “Where are you taking me? You realise that I will be missed right? That people will look for me?” My voice held bravado I didn’t feel.
“You mean your biker boyfriend? He’s not looking for you. He thinks you are on a flight home. And anyway do you actually think he will risk his life for you? You’re on your own chickie. The more you hang on to the idea of someone coming to the rescue, the harder this will be for you. Best to just accept it. It will make things easier.”
I bit back my retort, sucking my lips into my mouth and biting down hard.
“And what exactly do you plan to do with me?”
Again black eyes travelled the length of my body. “I own you now, so I’ll do whatever I want with you. The plan was to sell you on but …” His dead shark-like eyes settled on my breasts, and the tip of his wet, red tongue slid from beneath his lips. “I may keep you for myself. It’s been a while since I saw a woman with a figure like yours. It reminds me of how women used to look.” He moved his shoulders up and down. “I may keep you to myself for a while and then put you to work. I’m sure I could make a pretty profit.”
“You are talking to me like I am a thing and not a person. You can’t just use and sell on a person.” I let out a startled screech as his meaty hand thrust itself between my legs, cupping my mound roughly.
His eyes never left my face as he rubbed against me. “You aren’t a person Darcie, you are pussy. Nothing more or less than a wet pussy.”
I spat at his face.
“I was going to wait to break you in but it seems like you want to be taught how to behave now.”
The hand between my legs moved upwards towards the button. His free hand curled cruelly around my throat, his finger digging in as he pinned me back against the buttery leather of the car.
The button popped and the noise seemed loud in the dark confines of the car. He wasted no time in pushing his hand into my panties. His fingers were silky smooth but hard as he tried to force one inside of me. My legs clamped shut around his hand, nausea causing sick to fill my mouth.
“Stop fucking fighting me, you should be thankful it’s me and not one of my men taking an interest in you, you should...” He yelped in pain as I dragged my fingers down his cheek, drawing blood. “Fucking bitch.” The hand that had been between my thighs came up sharply, backhanding me across the cheek. Pain blossomed below my left eye socket, causing me to suck in a startled breath.
“I’ll fucking teach you.” His words were cut off as the blacked-out glass that separated us from the driver suddenly went down “What the fuck do you want?” he growled.
In the rearview mirror, the driver’s eyes darted over me. But there was nothing but a grim kind of satisfaction in his eyes. “There’s a problem. The Judge just picked up Lucas. Took him back to Havoc’s place.”
Havoc. The sound of his name gave me renewed hope. He was looking for me. He hadn’t given up hope. “You hear that, you piece of shit.” I beat against him. “The Savage Sons are fucking coming! Havoc is going to fucking kill you.”
Of course, I didn’t know that for certain but a girl could hope.
“He won’t do shit.” The hand on my throat closed around my windpipe. Stars burst in my eyes as I struggled to breathe around the hand that was choking the life from me. I scratched uselessly at his hands. “He won’t ever find you, Darcie.” His voice went back to business. “Change of plan, take us to the warehouse and make sure they are all ready to move.” He turned his eyes back to me, and this time they were shining with a light that was even scarier than the darkness. “Looks like I am shipping you out and selling you on after all Darcie Summers. Let’s see who is quicker, shall we? Me with my millions or your dirty no good biker.” He laughed. “My money is on me.”
