Page 12 of Jaded Red

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just stay out of the way. If I need your spot, you better move fast. Oh, and don’t touch anything unless I say to. Got it?”

“Got it, Captain.” Kensi salutes me. Any other time I’d laugh but there is no time for joking right now. She zips her lips and sits back in the chair watching the monitors with me. Everyone who is going on the rescue mission has left, leaving Capone, Derange, Aftermath, myself, Nolan and Krimson. The rest of their crew is following our club members for backup. All the Royal Harlots who made it besides Iris are here. Derange goes into the makeshift infirmary room with Calypso, Rebel and Sloan to get it ready for Nadia and anyone else they bring back.

Capone paces back and forth in the common room, his anxiety at an all-time high. He made Danyella, Monica, Daisy, Jezebelle and all the little Bastards stay in the back of the Clubhouse to stay safe. Nolan is sitting at the bar nursing a drink with Krimson next to him. The look of rage that crosses his face is something I’m getting familiar with. He’s just as concerned about his sister as I am. I should reach out an olive branch to him. I’m standing up to talk to Nolan when Kensi grabs my arm, pointing at the screens. “Red, look.”

A sleek black Town Car pulls up to the curb of the strip club with a non-distinct white van following close behind. I can’t see the plate on the car because the van is blocking the view and there is no plate on the van itself. Fuck, can’t run it that way. Lattimer steps out of the Town Car adjusting his jacket.

I never knew what someone meant when they said they literally see red until right this moment. My heart is pounding in my chest and my vision blurs at the sight of this man. Images of me ripping him limb from limb and beating him with his own body parts fill my mind. Cutting off his dick and shovingit down his throat wouldn’t satisfy my need for revenge against this asshole.

Lattimer speaks to the driver of the van. The driver nods his head and goes into the hotel with several men on his heels. I click on the driver’s face and take a screenshot. I run it through the facial recognition software I created. If he’s in the system, he will pop. Lattimer gets back into the car and his driver takes off like his ass is on fire.

I check our van’s location and see they’re about five minutes out. I click on a button on my laptop and insert an earpiece to talk to Noah, Iris and Blayze. “Watch your six. White men can’t jump and women have the ropes,” I speak. Kensi looks at me with confusion written all over her face. “Go tell Capone it’s show time,” I tell Kensi.

Kensi leaves and Blayze answers. “Fucking riddles man. Got it.” He laughs and I hear his bike speed up. He will take the lead and make sure it’s all clear for everyone else.

I look back to the van at the hotel as my door opens and Capone, Nolan, Krimson, Derange and Kensi pile inside. I’m too busy running codes and facial recognition on all the men who came out of the van to pay them any attention. Kensi takes her seat next to me. The air in my room is stifling with all these big bodies piled in here. “Fuck, can we fit anyone else in here?” I grumble looking around.

“I’m sure we can if you want to sit on Derange’s lap.” Capone jokes.

I roll my eyes and turn back to the screens. The men are escorting ten women out and taking off. Thankfully, Nadia isn’t with them. Only two men stayed behind. The creepy fucker from the club Nadia and Kensi worked at and a young kid. They go back inside.

“Show time,” I say into the mic. Our van pulls up to the curb and Noah climbs out. Iris waits a few minutes and follows him inside. Now we sit and wait with bated breath.

I pray they get Nadia out unharmed.

I pray she stays with me.

I pray to God, to give me faith over fear and that all my past sins be redeemed if He will give me Nadia back.

Chapter Seven

Nadia

Josiah comes back with someone I don’t recognize in tow. He looks like a kid with chestnut hair cut short, whiskey brown eyes and scars marring his young skin. Josiah kicks my thigh, making me move. I’m so fucking tired, my body screams in protest. I pick my head up from the dirty floor, glaring at the creepy fucker and the new kid.

Josiah squats down until he’s level with me. “Today’s your luck day, whore. Get the fuck up now.”

Fear surges into my system and I scramble against the wall, my head pounding like crazy. Something heavy and cold is clamped around my neck and a chain swings from it when I move. I look around the room and most of the women are already gone. I must have been so tired I didn’t hear them come in and move the women. Exleigh and Syvannah are the only two here with me. Someone placed collars on their necks with chains hanging down. The new guy yanks on the chains, making them get up. They don’t fight him and he drags them out of the room, leaving Josiah and me alone.

“Get the fuck up princess before I shove my dick up your ass making you move.” Josiah snarls. He reaches for my chain and rage replaces fear running through me.

“No,” I growl low and shove up the wall standing straight up. I will not let him touch me. I’ve held back for the girls’ safety but they’re not here now.

Josiah stops and cocks his head, giving me an evil smirk. “No? Bitch, you don’t have the room to tell me no.” He brings his meaty fist up and smacks me across the face, splitting my lip and tears swell in my eyes from the sting.

I grip the chain tight around my wrists. I spit the blood pooling in my mouth out at his feet, hitting his shoes. “Is that all you got for a big guy? There’s no one here to stop you now.” I taunt.

Josiah is all muscle and no brains and I have to play my cards right to overpower him. He might have a hundred-plus pounds on me but I have more brains and training than he does.

“You whore.” Josiah hits me again and I smirk, my teeth coated with fresh blood. If he were to punch me, I’d go down, but he’s toying with me like I am with him.

“A toddler hits harder than you do.” I taunt. Anger flashes in Josiah’s dark eyes. “What’s the problem? Are you really a woman in a man’s body and love having a big hairy dick shoved up your ass? I mean, you do hit like one. If you do, it’s OK. I get it.” Now Josiah’s pissed and about to lose his temper, just like I want. “C’mon Josiah or should I call you Sophia who likes dick. Sucking, licking, or having it shoved…” That’s all I say when he attacks like I knew he would. Josiah drops his shoulder and barrels right for me. I tighten my grip on the chains and step as far away from him as I can. He hits the wall and leaves a dent in it with his big body. I swing the chain and catch him on the side of his head, making him stumble. I have to stay on the offense because one good hit from him and I’m done for. I keep using the chain as a weapon, hitting him. I step behind Josiah when he shakes off the last blow to the head and jump on his back, wrapping the chain around his beefy neck. I pull with all mystrength cutting off his air. I will not give up. I will not go down without a fight. I have more than myself to fight for.

Josiah shakes, trying to throw me off his back. He turns and slams my body against the wall. I don’t let go no matter how much it hurts. He slams me again and I tighten my hold on his neck, the chain is digging into my fingers and his neck while trying to catch my breath. Josiah tries to reach behind him and grab me but I push back away from his hands.

I scream in frustration. I’m in pain, hurt and angry that this fucker isn’t going down. I’m exhausted and can’t hold on much longer. My grip slips and Josiah uses that to his advantage. He yanks the chain away from his throat, sending me up and over his body. I land on my back on the floor, the breath sucked from my lungs. Josiah is breathing heavily, his face turning back to normal coloring instead of red. The tinge of red on his cheeks reminds me of Matt. The one man who worshiped my body, mind and soul. Who made me feel loved and cherished. I hang onto the memories of us together as I cough and sputter. I flip around and try to climb to my feet. Josiah snarls and grabs my hair, fisting it with his unforgiving grip. He’s pulling so hard tears swell in my eyes and I can feel little hairs ripped from my scalp. I claw at his hands, trying to loosen his grip. Josiah pulls me up by my hair and I follow, trying to stop the pain from blinding me.

He slams my face against the wall and crowds my back, shoving me into the wall. His hardness pushing against my ass. “I’m going to take this.” He breathes against my neck, his meaty palms wrapping around my throat above the collar, cutting off my oxygen. I fight as much as I can until black spots fill my vision.

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