Page 5 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
A voice in the back of my head scoffed at my foolishness.
Parking the truck, the men got out. Blue eyes opened the back door of the cab. “Run, and I’ll fucking chase you down and you will not like what comes next.” Grabbing my arm, he roughly pulled me from the truck.
I squealed in pain. His grip was so tight it was cutting off my circulation; it felt like he was going to dislocate my shoulder. Unable to gain my footing, I collapsed onto my knees in the dirt at his feet.
He unceremoniously pulled me to my feet as quickly as I fell.
“Ouch! Easy you big brute! Give me a chance to stand. Fucking prick! Talk about chivalry being dead.” At five foot ten, I was hardly a small woman, but the man hurting my arm was still almost a half foot taller than me. His partner was slightly taller still. Shit, if all the people in the gang were that big it would be a mob of giants.
He didn’t answer but pulled me roughly behind him, the other man trailing closely at our heels. I struggled against his grip, but it was ironclad. I wasn’t getting away until he released me. The other man rushed ahead of us and opened the front door of the cabin.
The front door opened into an average-sized living area with a hallway down to the left and what appeared the kitchen to the right of us. The men didn’t seem to need the light, moving on both muscle memory and the moonlight shining in through the windows.
We veered off to the left of the main room and down a corridor with several doors and plain frosted sconces giving off a yellowish glow on both sides. The cabin was much larger inside than it appeared from the front. At the end was a dark colored wooden door. The bearded one opened the door, which opened into the room ahead of us before stepping aside. As we approached the open doorway, blue eyes released my arm and gave me a rough shove. I stumbled over my feet, tripping and falling onto the hardwood floor with a thud. This time I was able to brace myself for the fall with my hands ahead of me so I didn’t smack my head again. Thank God for small miracles, I guess.
By the time I was able to get to my feet, the door was shut with a definitive click of the lock being engaged. There wasn’t much in the way of light in the room. The only light came from the moon outside the single window at the back of the room. Going to the window, I discovered it opened, but there were metal bars on the window preventing escape.
Shit, shit, shit.
After a minute my eyes adjusted to the dark well enough that I was able to decipher that the only thing in the eight-by-eight-foot room was a single bed. No blankets – just a mattress on a sturdy, wooden frame.
Across the small room was an open doorway that led into pitch blackness. Fuck I hated the dark. I reckon that I watched too many horror movies as a kid. Though considering I was currently in a kidnap situation, I suppose I was living my own personal horror movie – with two domineering psychopaths as the villains.
Slowly, I walked across the room and peered into the other room. From what I could decipher it was a tiny bathroom, with a toilet and pedestal sink. No shower curtain was attached to the silver rail that gleamed where the tiny amount of light that shone in hit it.
Looking back at the door that I’d been thrown in through, I was tempted to go to it and pound onto it until my fists ached and my voice was hoarse, but I knew it would do no good. No one would answer if I did. Those men were sent for me – well, Gabriella, whoever that was. I was trapped and not getting out until they were ready to release me. I just had to bide my time until I had a chance to make a break for it.
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Phoenix
“Well that went better than expected. I figured she’d put up a better fight than that.” I said to my partner Ash as I grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and sat down at the end of the four-person kitchen table, sliding him one.
“Easy for you to say. I still have scratch marks all up and down my fucking arms from those talons of hers.” Accepting the beer, Ash opened it up and brought the bottle to his lips taking a deep drink.
“Oh come on now brother, you’ve had worse battle scars from that wildcat you used to fuck a few months back,” I countered.
His blue eyes shone with amusement as his gaze locked onto my dark brown ones. “Yeah, well, that was for fun. This wasn’t so fun.”
“Oh I think she could be fun,” I challenged. She was definitely fucking hot. The way the tank top she was wearing hugged her tits with her nipples protruding just enough to make me long to suck one between my lips. And I certainly didn’t miss how round her ass looked under the short, tight denim Daisy Duke shorts. My dick jerked alive just at the thought of what it would be like to yank those shorts down and exploring what lay beneath. I was betting she was a black lace fuck-me-panty kinda girl. I’d tear the delicate lace straight off her ass, bend her over and fuck her until she couldn’t scream out anymore. Let’s get one thing straight, I’m not a rapist, but knew with unwavering certainty that when she got a load of what I was packing she’d be begging for it – they all did. “Can you imagine… How the fuck did an ugly bastard like Raven Romero get a hot, young piece of ass like that anyhow?”
“Don’t know man. Maybe she just likes being the old lady of the head of the Evil Revenants. Some chicks don’t care what the dude looks like or how ancient they are as long as he provides for her.” He shrugged and took another drink.
“Perhaps.” We’d both seen how some women could be. You wear your leathers and all of a sudden chicks swarmed. Some of the women were good girls trying to play bad. Others liked being the old woman of someone within the club – it gave a hint of prestige in this town since we more or less owned this area. In many instances they got to feel important for the first time in their lives. Even the cops were in our pocket and looked the other way at our dealings as long as their pockets got lined.
“I do think we do need to set some ground rules, Phoenix.”
Tilting the neck of the beer bottle at Ash, I nodded. “All right. Let me have them.”
“No fucking her. She’s purely off limits. The boss would be pissed and it could ruin the deal. I don’t think Raven would appreciate getting back damaged goods.”
I chuckled. “What do you take me for?”
“I take you for a man who loves pussy and she’d be pretty fucking sweet.”
“We both like pussy,” I countered, “But conditions agreed to. Besides, Raven’s been in her. I don’t want his fucking sloppy seconds. I’d fuck her and next thing you know my dick would shrivel up and fall off.”
“Whose sloppy seconds?” Our banter came to a stop as we both looked toward the doorway that led from the main room to the kitchen to the source of the voice, knowing who it was without having to look.
