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“Now, now, don’t go passing out on me. We have so much to talk about.” He pats me on the cheek before sitting in the chair across from me, looking pretty proud of himself.
“What do we have to talk about? I’ve been kidnapped, beat up, and now I’m tied to a freaking bed. Let's not forget I’m hungry, have a splitting fucking headache, and need to pee,” I sass, unable to help myself.
I’ve grown a lot since leaving him, I’ll be damned if I resort back to the scared little girl, he wants me to be. Although, playing it smart is my best option. I take a good, hard look at this man for the first time since I woke up in the dungeon. The once larger-than-life man that I was so infatuated with at sixteen is no more. His long hair is greasy, and he looks as if he hasn’t showered in weeks. Fire has lost all his muscle mass and is nothing but skin and bones. It looks like he has been doing way more product than he’s been selling.
Fire shockingly pulls a little baggy of white powder from his vest, which looks like it hasn’t been washed in years. What the fuck is he doing, doing that right now? If this jackass gets high now, things are going to get a whole lot worse. If there is one thing I know, it’s that he is unreasonable and violent as hell when he’s using. He opens the baggy using his fingernail to scoop up some of the powder and sniff it.Think, Vix, fucking think. You’ve been dealing with this jackass for a long time.
“Fire, baby,” I say, those words sounding like vinegar on my tongue.Come on, woman, you have to do this!“I really need to go to the bathroom, and I’m hungry, baby.”
His eyes come back to me, totally unfocused, just looking through me. There is a hard knock on the door snapping Fire out of his daze. He gets to his feet, almost falling on his face trying to get to the door. He pulls it open, and the person on the other side causes my heart to drop and shatter into a thousand pieces. I don’t understand.What is he doing here? I thought he was dead.
“The fuck you want. How the fuck did you find us? Only a few people know where we are and the third in command for a dead in the water deal isn’t one of them,” Fire growls.
“Is that how you greet an old friend?” Moose asks with so much sarcasm that you’d have to be stupid to miss it. I’m used to seeing him in his fancy clothes at the clubhouse. He has dead eyes, though, and that freaks me out.
“You are no friend of mine, and we have nothing to talk about. You leave and don’t come back. I have things to take care of before we take out those fuckers you let slip through your fingers, asshole.” Fire says and goes to slam the door in his face, only stopping from the toe of Moose’s boot.
“I hate to tell you that we are not done. We still have a lot to discuss. I need you to come with me now. I won’t ask twice,” Moose’s tone leaves no room for argument.
I have no idea what’s going on or why in the fuck a man that I watched die three years ago is standing in front of me. All I know is, with Fire having to deal with Moose, it’s my chance to get out of this with as little damage as possible. Fire turns, looking at me like he is going to fight Moose on this. Moose clears his throat, and Fire turns. I can imagine the glare he’s giving Moose.
“Fuck, fine. Let’s get this shit done. I have some fun to have,” Fire says, trying to push past Moose.
I watch Moose’s face over Fire’s shoulder, and when our eyes meet, he winks at me. I may be heartbroken and pissed at this man for letting us believe that he was dead, but despite needing and wanting answers, I know he’ll get me out of this hell.
Fuck, I still have to pee.
22
Torch
Ipull the torch away from the fuckhead and can’t help the smirk but at the damage done.
“Fuck, Torch. I didn’t know we were doing an art project,” Razor says, looking over my shoulder.
“You like it?” I ask him, tilting my head to the side to view it from a different angle.
“You guys are fucked up,” Smith says from his place on the wall.
I walk over to the table, lay the torch down, and then look over the already used tools. Except, and this is the frustrating part, this asshole hasn’t given us anything. I place my hands on the table, leaning on them, and take a deep breath to keep myself focused. I must find Vixen and our baby, no matter what demons it brings up. I take one more deep breath before turning to the scum tied to the chair, slumped over, and passed out. We can’t have that. It’s time for him to rise and shine.
“Wake him up, Wesson,” I say as my plan for my next round of questioning.
Wesson sprays him down with the water hose. The little shit comes to with a scream and starts fighting his bonds. When he finally calms down, we make eye contact. I raise a brow, waiting to see what he’s going to do. I see the moment he finally realizes.
“No matter what I say, I'm not making it out of here, am I?”
“You knew that was what was going to happen as soon as you let them leave with my woman and my baby. Don’t act like you had no idea,” I retort so casually you would think we were just shooting the shit, not talking about this man's life.
“Yeah, I did. The promises they made and what they offered was just too good,” he mumbles and sighs.
“Was it worth your life?” I ask him so quietly I’m not sure he hears me.
“Now, tell me what the fuck they did with them,” I hiss, now nose to nose with him.
“Ox’s ole lady was supposed to come in and just get a few things that she says you guys would not let her have when he went missing. I was told that if I left a car for her on the side of the building and drove out the one, she brought in, I’d be a part of their club, a full member doing who and what I wanted,” he says, never breaking eye contact.
“So, she never left? You drove her car out?” Wesson clarifies for Razor to take a closer look at the video from his laptop.
