Page 38 of Pike

“Is he dead?” I hear someone ask.

“No, he’s moving.” Another says.

“Thanks for the help, assholes!” I growl as I try once more to get to my helmet. When I reach it, I pull it off as sweat drips down my temples. I blink a few times to get my vision to stop blurring when I see them. Fuck. Fuck! This can’t be happening. What the hell do they want?

“The point wasn’t really to help you,” the asshole in the RRMC cut says as he stares down at me.

“What do you want?”

“Everything.”

“You won’t get shit,” I tell him. He smiles and shakes his head.

“We already got a few of you.” Now, my heart begins to thunder in my chest. Who the fuck do they have? Which guys did they grab and why?

“You can fuck off!” I roar as my head spins. I feel sick to my fucking stomach at this point.

“I could. But you don’t seem to be understanding me. You’re ours now,” he laughs. The thought of shooting him in the fucking face has crossed my mind, but I don’t have my fucking gun on me. I left it at the clubhouse when I went to see Feather.

“Fuck you,” I tell him once more as his hands reach for me. Before I know what’s happening, I’m being punched in the face over and over again. I try to block it, but my arms are heavy. I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking bus from the fall. Nevertheless, he continues to beat on me until I fall unconscious.

I blink my eyes not knowing how long I was out. I try to get my vision to focus once more when I see Rooster and one of the prospects lying on the ground next to me. Both of them are chained to a pole, and when I lift my arm, I realize I am too. I groan and try to roll over, feeling the pain of the accident all through my body.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.

“You up, Pike?”

“You good, Rooster?” I ask him.

“They’ve beat the shit out of us, brother. I don’t know how long we’ve been here,” he replies.

“Can’t be too long. I saw you yesterday,” I remind him. He groans and rolls to his side to look at me, his face a bloodied mess.

“You’re shittin’ me? We’ve only been here a day?”

“Apparently.”

“I must have been really out of it then.”

“Judgin’ by your face, I’d say that explains it.”

“That bad?”

“It ain’t pretty.” He nods his head before resting it back on the concrete floor. I shove myself up and glance around through the black eye I can feel swelling as we speak. Looks like an old basement. Nothing special here. Now, I need to find a way out of it. A way out of here.

“One door,” Rooster tells me.

“That’s it?”

“All I’ve seen, brother. We’re gonna have to go through them to get out of here,” he answers when I hear the chuckle.

“There’s another way out.” Both of us turn our heads to see a man come out of the shadows. He’s a bigger guy, tall and built.

“How?”

“Fight us.”

“We’re not in any shape to fight,” I tell the asshole. I know what he’s doing. He’s baiting us. And I’m not taking it.

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