Page 20 of Torching Vixen
Once they call me back, they take my weight and ask me to pee in a cup, leaving me in a room with a paper blanket and told to get naked. Logan snickers in the chair beside me, and I glare at her before flipping her the bird. Lo sticks her tongue out, and I can’t stop the laughter that bursts out of me. I think I’m about to pee myself when someone knocks. We try and calm down as the white-headed doctor comes through the door. She looks between us, shaking her head with a knowing grin.
“You ladies having a good time?” she asks before looking over the iPad in her hand.
“Just her being crazy!” Lo says, swiping tears away.
“Me? You hoe, that was all you.” I gasp dramatically.
The doc laughs, bringing my attention back to her. “You ladies are refreshing. Blue and I still act that way! I wish she could have come with you two ladies.”
“Me too. She had errands to run since we were in town.”
“That woman never stops going, that is for sure. Alright, young lady, I’m Dr. Clarkson, and I’ll be helping you bring this baby into the world. Going over the information you provided, you are twelve weeks along. We’ll do an ultrasound to make sure everything is going well. If you lay back, I’ll do your exam, and then we’ll talk about any questions you might have.” Dr. Clarkson says with a bright smile.
“That sounds good to me.” I’m not sure what to expect or what questions I should even have—except one.Can I really fucking do this?
After what seems like hours, Dr. Clarkson finishes her exam and snaps off her gloves. “It all feels and looks good. Are you ready to see this little baby?”
“What do you mean, see? I get to see the baby today?” I ask, surprised. I figured when she said ultrasound, it would just be the baby’s heartbeat, not actually seeing them.
I'm not ready for this.
14
Torch
The sound of the cage opening wakes me, and it takes everything I have to lift my head to see who is coming in now. From the one meal a day we receive, I can keep track of the days. At this point, we have been down here for twenty-four days, and the beatings have gotten extensively worse. I’m not sure how much more Duck can take. Ice has been extensively worse on him than on me, but the times that Fire and Ice have gone after me, they have not been gentle.
“Still won't help us?” I sneer at the young woman. I know it’s not her fault, but fuck, I’m in pain, and she is the easiest target.
“I ca-ca-can’t help you,” the woman stutters, and I feel like an even bigger ass when I see the bruises on her.
“I know since you keep telling me that. We can take you with us and give you a better life.”
“Yeah, doll, we’ll take you. You won’t ever be hurt again,” Smith says, his voice weak.
I see the indecision on her face. The fear coupled with the desire to help. I’ve got to get the fuck out after what Wesson overheard the suit and Fire talking about during his beatings. The small woman leaves the tray and walks out after closing the door, but I notice it’s not completely latched. We watch as she does the same for all our cages. We don’t move, just watch, and when she gets to the stairs, she turns to look at me.
I watch her take a deep breath before squaring her shoulders. “Through that door is the armory. You’ll find everything you’ll need.” She points at the door at the end of the room. “When you get up the stairs, take a right, and the back door is straight ahead. You have to do two things for me, though,” she states, her gaze never wavering from mine.
“Anything!” I tell her, feeling the adrenaline start to run through my body, masking all the pain.
“Locked in the room, the second door on your right, you’ll find two little boys. They go with you, no matter what,” she says before turning and going up the stairs.
I take a deep breath to center myself and let the adrenaline do its thing. Crouching low, I try to make sure everything will move to get my men and me out of this shithole. I look over and make eye contact with them, making sure they’re ready.
Duck gives me a wink, Smith smirks at me, and Wesson just snarls and gives me a stiff nod. I know he is not happy at all about bringing kids on our escape, but the little redhead went out of her way to do this for us. I will do what she asks—I’ll get those boys to safety if it’s the last thing I do. Slowly, we make our way out of our cages and toward the door, praying that the little redhead hasn’t lied to us about what’s behind it. I swing the door open slowly and can’t stop the low whistle from escaping my mouth.
“Fuck me, I’m in heaven,” Smith says, looking around the room. He is not lying. There are AKs, handguns, and even some C-4. I look over at Wesson, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Are you sure, boss? There could be a lot of collateral damage. We have no idea how many people are in the house.” Wesson asks, ever the logical one.
“I know, and I hate it more than you know since there could be innocents we don’t know about. Can you make it so it’s not so much damage?” I ask, looking over at Wesson with hope in my eyes.
“Yeah, boss, I should be able to make it happen.” Wesson agrees, now seemingly lost in thought.
“What about the others in cages down here?” Duck asks, looking around sadly.
“Do what you can to get them out. Don’t take too long. We gotta get moving,” I tell him and Smith, hoping that this doesn’t cost us our asses.
