Page 35 of Laying it Bare Biker Style - Grayson

“I’ll never give up. As long as I’m given a fighting chance; I’ll take it. My mom wasn’t given one, but I’ll make sure to take every one I get.” My eyes burned but I blinked back the tears. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on the past. I needed my full focus on getting the two of us out of here, safely.

“I’m sorry.” Her lips tugged into a frown and her eyes grew watery. She didn’t know the story, but her expression told me she knew it was heartbreaking. “You’ll have to tell me about her sometime. Right now we need to scheme. It seems they are waiting on this Slash guy. I guess they want to appease him so he’ll consider being a new prez for the Brutal Demons. They are using me as enticement and you as a bonus.”

“Fuck that.” I glanced around the empty room looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. “Not one piece of furniture in here. I wonder if we can kick the closet door enough to break it into smaller pieces to use as makeshift knives. And do it without drawing their attention.”Since the door was locked, they didn’t need to guard it, right?

“I feel bad I convinced you to come out shopping with me. But thank God I didn’t bring Jade out with me.” A shiver shook Sage’s entire body. “Although if they would have done anything to her; I would have ripped them to shreds like a wild animal, my safety be damned.”

“Hey, don’t feel bad. You would have been alone. And with the two of us brainstorming, we’ll come up with something.”

“I’m glad I’m not alone, but I dragged you into this shit.”

“According to my dad, I’m dragged into this shit because I’m dating a biker. So don’t beat yourself up over it. Let’s see how quietly we can destroy that door.”

Sage and I walked over to the closet and pulled on the wooden panel.

“The wood isn’t real sturdy.” Sage smiled at me. “It shouldn’t take much to bust it into chunks and I’m thinking we can do it without much noise.”

However, before we even got one kick in, the other door swung back open.

My kidnapper stepped inside and tossed me a cruel sneer. “Cute. You want to hide in the closet like a scared little girl. We’d know to look in there.”

No, dumbass. We were going to use the broken pieces to shred you. I threw him my own satisfied smirk.

“But change in plans. It seems Slash worries your guys might find us here. So we’re moving to a new location. We can’t have them ruining our plans.”

The smirk dropped from my face. We couldn’t allow them to move us to a new site. The more places we moved to, the harder it would be for the guys to find us.

Eight

~Grayson~

When we pulled in behind the mall and picked up Bolt, the guy’s apologies spewed from his mouth like a broken spigot. He was under the impression Sage had okayed this trip with Ryder, which she probably did allude to that assumption. But our anger wasn’t directed at him, but at the rival club who dared to mess with our girls again. The poor guy had a nice sized goose egg on the back of his head, but he had managed to get pictures of the license plates from the two cars that had driven off with Sage and Brooke. And for that, I could have kissed him. Hack, our club computer genius, had names and locations for us within five minutes.

We were on our way to one of the locations now to find out where the fuckers had taken our girls, and prepared to inflict plenty of violence to get our answers.

Parking our trucks down the road from the site, the ten of us stalked down the street. The one floor structure sat at the end of a row of abandoned houses which weren’t much bigger. Since the girls weren’t being held captive here, we didn’t bother with stealth. When we reached the weather beaten front door, Ryder kicked it in and we barged inside.

The three goons sprawled out on a worn brown couch, attention riveted to some baseball game on the television across the room, leapt from their seats and attempted to pull their weapons on us.

However, Ryder shot the lamp off of the scuffed side table situated on the opposite end of the couch. “Drop them now. And I want accurate information. Or the next shots fired find their targets, embedded in your bodies somewhere valuable.”

They at least had some sort of functioning brain power, considering they dropped their weapons and raised their hands in compliance.

“Where did they take the girls they grabbed from the mall?”

The one with blond dirty hair jerked a nervous look to the red head with bad acne.

“There won’t be anything left of them to dish out any retaliation on you. But I’ll dish out plenty if I don’t get answers right now.”

Blond boy sputtered out an address.

“If we learn this information is false, there won’t be anything left of you for them to use to identify the bodies. Understood?” Ryder strode over to them.

Each gave a shaky nod.

“Good.” Then he clocked each guy square in the jaw, dropping them one by one. Giving a shrug, his lips curled into a devilish grin. “I had only said I wouldn’t shoot them.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. We were just ramping up.

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