Page 7 of Torch's Torment

I step in the spot where Rose got on her knees and blew my mind and turn. Fuck. Daisy’s room is a few feet away. Did she hear us? Did Daisy watch Rose deep throat my dick like a champ? Did she get off watching me with another woman or was she furious it wasn’t her? Should I ask Daisy or let it go?

Fuck my life. These women have me in knots.

“Torch, where the fuck you been?” Capone bellows. I turn and Capone is standing at the end of the hallway with his hands on his hips and a pissed off look on his face.

Damn, I’m fucked. “Getting info for you, Prez.”

Capone raises his eyebrow. “Really? Staring at a wall is getting the information we need?”

I walk the distance down the hallway toward Capone. “I got distracted. I did find something out.”

“Brother.” Capone squeezes my shoulder. “I need your fucking head in the game. This isn’t the time to check out.”

“Aye, Prez. It won’t happen again.”

Capone stares at me, looking into my eyes for a sign I’m lying but I’m not. These two women will take a back seat until the Bloody Scorpions and Razor are taken care of. “Let’s walk and tell me what you know.”

Capone and I enter the commons room. It’s quiet in here. Most of our brothers are already asleep since it’s after two a.m. We walk down the corridor leading to our bikes and step outside. The night air wraps around me, cooling me down. I light up a smoke and Capone does the same. After taking a drag, letting the nicotine calm me, I talk.

“Daisy recognized Razor. Said he was the one who took her. Promised a better life. She said she ran away from her birth parents and was living on the streets when Razor found her. Brought her in only to chain her to a wall with some other girls. Razor and some Blood Scorpions would rape the others and force her to watch.” I stop talking and calm myself down because if I continue, I’ll go ballistic. I’m going to kill that motherfucker for doing this to her.

“Where was she when Razor found her?”

“She didn’t say. Just that he didn’t rape her but made her watch.”

“We need to figure out where she grew up. Why Razor didn’t rape her like the other women. Why he didn’t touch her.”

“I agree. That part didn’t make sense to me. She didn’t understand either.”

“Now we know Razor is behind the Black-Market Railroad. I thought we were done with the motherfuckers.” Capone’s jaw ticks and he runs his hand through his dark hair. He stomps out his smoke with the heel of his boot. “Your brother.”

“Half-brother.” I interrupt. Capone levels with a glare. “Sorry Prez. I want no part of that little rapist bitch.”

“Your half-brother is involved with Bloody Scorpions and the Black-Market Railroad. How deep is he connected? He took Daisy willingly at first, I might add. Then tortured and raped the other women and forced her to watch. Why? Why is she so special Razor didn’t want to touch her only to have Drew give her to J.J. to rape? Why did they wait so long and what is it about her that those pussy bitches are afraid of?” Capone paces back and forth as he talks.

“Those are all good questions. We need to dig deeper into her past. Find out who she is and who she’s tied to. Maybe she doesn’t even know.”

“Good point. Stay with her until we get to the bottom of this. Don’t let her out of your sight.” Capone stops pacing and turns toward me. “Look, I get you’re on edge with Razor showing up and this triangle you have going on with Rose and Daisy.” I swallow hard waiting for Capone to hand me my ass but what comes out next shocks me. “Rose isn’t who you think she is. Find out her truth before you make a decision.” Capone walks away leaving me standing in the dark stunned.

What the fuck does that mean? Who the hell have I been sharing my bed and cock with? There’s only one way to find out but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to Daisy’s room and keep my promise to her I’ll deal with Rose tomorrow.

Chapter 7

Rose

Love Lies

Kissing Torch brings back a world of memories I had to leave behind. Memories I’ve locked away for so long. My phone rings while I’m nursing a seven-seven, sitting on a bar stool at the counter in the Clubhouse. Only four people have my number and two are playing pool at the other end of the room.

I slam back my drink and pull my phone out of the back pocket of my leather pants. “Yeah.”

“Is that any way to answer your phone?” His voice still sends a shiver of disgust through my body.

“It is when you’re calling. What the hell do you want?” I’m annoyed and pissed off. King knows not to call me unless it’s an emergency with my father.

“I see spending time with that gang really broadened your vocabulary an extensive amount,” King responds, not answering my question.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and fight off a migraine forming from just hearing King’s voice. Turning on the Southern charm I respond, “Is there something you need darling?” My voice is syrupy sweet with a Texas drawl to it.

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