Page 11 of Loki
“Prez, it’s Wires.”
“What’s up?”
“Bishop called. One of the girls is missing. When she didn’t answer his calls, he sent me by her place. It’s been destroyed and there’s blood everywhere. He’s tied up right now, so he wanted me to give you a call.”
My heart started pounding inside my chest.
“Fuck! Monica?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.
“Yeah,” Wires said. “How did you know?”
“Shit! I don’t have time to explain. I’m swinging by her place to see what I can find out,” I said then ended the call.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. This was going from bad to fucking worse.
“What happened?” New York asked as he straddled his bike.
I pushed my phone inside the front pocket of my jeans, then straddled my bike. “Monica’s missing. Let’s go by her place.”
He nodded and started his bike the same time as I did. Normally the rumble of my motorcycle brought me calm, but not now. Guilt was kicking my ass. Monica said someone was following her. I should have at least had a prospect sit on her place to keep an eye on her not just follow her home. This shit was going from bad to worse, and the Sinners were being pulled right in the middle of it.
Chapter Five
Dominique “Nikki” Honoré
At this point, Ihad no fucking clue how long I’d been here, but I knew I couldn’t take it much longer. Time was irrelevant in a world where only survival mattered. Every waking minute to the next was about getting me and these other women the hell out of here but not losing my mind until I could do that.
The combination of the women’s screams and their intense agony was pushing me to my limit. The sounds were so overwhelming that my mind might shatter just to escape them if I was left in this place much longer.
Dylan had stayed true to his word. I hadn’t been touched, but I didn’t know what to think about it. It felt like there was a more sinister reason behind it.
However, I didn’t have to be raped or physically abused to feel the agony or the helplessness of this place. My torture was listening and witnessing the aftermath of what all these women had to endure every single damn day. There wasn’t a day that went by that these assholes didn’t come here to take one of them away.
Except the young girl. No one came for her. No one touched her.
What I had to endure wasn’t anything as horrible as what they were experiencing, but I was in my own personal hell. Which at times I felt guilty for and at other times I was thankful.
What kind of person does that make me that I’m thankful I don’t go through what they do?
The heavy footfalls of several people thundered towards the room. The only time anyone came down the narrow hallway was to get women. And sometimes when they took the women away, they didn’t come back. I dreaded to think about what happened to them and the women never answered my questions when I asked. Maybe they were too afraid to talk about anything that went on here or maybe they were in the dark, just like me. But it never failed that for every woman who didn’t come back, she was replaced within hours.
Every one of these women, including me, slid closer to the back of the cage. I hated that I’d become some skittish creature, but I couldn’t forget the punishment I endured when I decided to fight. I didn’t want to cause anyone to go through that type of pain because I wanted to get out of here.
The woman had recovered physically from that brutal attack, but she had scars, physical and mental she’d wear until the day she died. And death was what she wanted, however right now, she didn’t have the means to do it herself. I didn’t know how many times I heard her beg and plead with them to just kill her already. But they all just laughed at her then continued to torture her.
“Get up!” the man yelled, as he shoved the key inside the lock, then unlocking the cage. “All of you!”
In a rush, we all scrambled to stand on our feet. With a swift motion, he pulled open the cage door, and in a frenzy, the othermen swarmed inside the cage, forcefully yanking the women out against their will.
Just as one of the men charged in our direction, the young girl’s hand clenched around mine, and I squeezed hers to let her know I wouldn’t release her if I could help it.
He grabbed me by the arm, jerking me forward. The young woman held on to my hand, and I didn’t let hers go, as he pulled us both out of the cage, then out of the room.
She huddled close to me, as he hauled us down the narrow hallway. We stopped in front of an open door, and he shoved us in. While, struggling to maintain our balance on the grimy green tiled floor, we were forced towards the back wall, joining the other women.
“Strip!” the man shouted as the women’s panic increased as well as mine.
Even though these flimsy satin night gowns did little to hide my body, for the first time, I would have no choice but to stand naked in front of these men.
