Page 35 of Wrath

“You hungry, Mr Mittens?” I place down my purse and lift him up, snuggling my cheek into his soft fur as I carry him into the kitchen. “All alone here, you must be wondering where everyone is.” I make a fuss of him, and when I turn on the kitchen light I see that the back door is open, and the broken glass from one of the square panels is shattered all over the floor.

“Shit.” I turn back around to grab my cell from my purse and drop Mr Mittens from my arms when I see two huge men blocking my path.

“What are you doing here?” I recognize both of them from the club, and as they step toward me I turn on my heels and get ready to bolt through the back door.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’?” Aaron’s dad strolls out of the pantry and stands in front of it, with his arms folded and a sinister grin on his face.

“Mr Adams… I…em. I wasn’t expecting you.” I try my best to be polite and act normal, but I know there is nothing normal about what's happening here. Aaron hates his father, he’s always telling me how dangerous he is, and now that I’m here alone with him and his two friends, I can sense that he’s not wrong.

“Can I get you something, some coffee?” My voice trembles out of fear and as he steps toward me I sense the two men behind me doing the same.

“You're so sweet, I can see why my son likes you so much.” Cliff raises his hand to stroke my face, and feel a tear wet my cheek. “Pretty too.” He tilts his head. “You know, a girl like you could be the ruin of a man.” His smile seems almost genuine but after a few seconds, his eyes turn evil again. “Let's put that theory to the test.”

Both my arms get grabbed from behind and when I go to scream, I’m silenced by the dishcloth that’s shoved into my mouth.

“Mac, go get the cage.” Cliff looks over my shoulder and calls out his order. “Sorry, darlin’, we don’t wantcha scarin’ the neighbors – attractin’ attention.” Cliff strokes my hair as one of his men wraps thick, strong tape around my head to keep the cloth in place, and when he takes my wrists and does the sameto them, I look up at Aarons's dad and shake my head, pleading with him not to go through with whatever he has planned.

“It’s okay, little darlin’, don’t be scared. This is club life sweetheart, it’s in your blood.” I get dragged toward the front door by the guy who bound me, and I thrash and struggle, trying to make as much noise as possible.

“Hey….Hey, hey.” Cliff snatches up a very disturbed Mr Mittens by the scruff of his neck, hanging him out in front of me and drawing a knife from his belt.

“You remember your manners and come quietly, or your little, furry friend will lose one of his nine lives,” he threatens, and I take a snuffly breath in through my nostrils and nod my head, trying to suppress all my fear.

“Good girl.” Cliff smiles, gently placing Mr Mittens on the arm of the couch and stroking his back as I get dragged out the house and into one of the club’s black vans.

“There are so many things I’d like to do to ya.” The guy, who holds me tight on his lap in the back, whispers in my ear as his tongue wets my cheek. I can feel him hard, pressing against my ass, and all I can do is pray that Aaron notices something is wrong and comes looking for me, or that my parents call the police when they get home from wherever they are and see the broken back door.

“You're such a pretty, little thing. It’s selfish of Aaron to want to keep ya all to himself.” His huge hand squeezes one of my tits through the cotton of my shirt and I close my eyes and scream inside my head for someone to help me.

“Rex, stop that, now.” Cliff looks over his shoulder from the front passenger seat.

“Sorry, boss, it’s hard to resist.” I hear the snigger in his tone as he keeps his hand exactly where I don’t want it.

“I can’t wait to hear ya scream,” he whispers, and I feel myself start to go dizzy. The back of the van starts to spin around me, and I don’t know if it’s fear or the adrenaline that's pumping through my blood with no means of escape that causes me to black out.

I wake up with a sharp intake of air and sit bolt-upright on my bed.

My mouth is dry, my palms are clammy and visions from that awful night are pushing to the surface. I’m still shaking, and I’m feeling so alone, that I reach for the nightstand and pick up my cell.

I’ve just got back to the houseboat when my cell starts to ring and when I see that it’s my dad calling I decide not to answer. Things are starting to get real out of hand with him, especially now that Raze ain’t around. There’s no one else at the club brave enough to stand up to him, not even Davy who’s an original Dirty Dozen.

Whatever he’s calling me for will undoubtedly lead to trouble. I don’t understand why but he’s becoming more and more desperate to bring me into his little fold, and I want no part of it. Way I see it, the sooner I get my patch, the sooner my opinion starts to matter. Ruckus may only be a prospect right now, but he’s coming to the end of his probation. There are members I know can be trusted – Sasquatch, and the new guys Dev, and Saint who transferred from our charter in Nebraska. Dev came highly recommended by their president, Slick, when we needed an enforcer to replace Raze. If I can get them on board I think we stand a chance of getting the club back to where it should be.

I’m about to take myself to bed for an early night. I got a long drive in the morning to South Boise and it ain’t gonna be easy asking Raze if I can make his sister my girl.

My cell starts to vibrate again, and when I see his name continue to flash, I figure it must be important, so I shake my head and quickly answer.

“What’s up?” I ask, letting him know that I’m pissed off at the interruption.

“Hey, son, I need ya to come to the warehouse,” he tells me, sounding much friendlier than normal. Perhaps he’s not with Rex and Mac, he’s always more of a jerk when he’s around them.

“The warehouse?” Now I’m fuckin’ intrigued. Dad’s taken great pleasure in ensuring all the hours Raze put into training me don’t get put to use. Dev’s in charge of any retributions now, and although I know Dev would have no issue with an extra set of hands, leaving me out of it is how my father chooses to punish me for my loyalty toward Raze.

“You know, the warehouse.” He laughs.“You and Raze were always hangin’ out here.” He sounds so condescending that it makes me wanna rip his tongue out.

“Is Dev not available?” I check, really needing to get some rest.

“I’m afraid not, this job’s a special one, you’ll wanna be here for it.”

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