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“Don’t “what’s up man” me, I know she’s missing, Jessie called me scared to death, said Bliss never came home from her therapy session. She checked her room; she took a bunch of her clothes and personal shit. Now what the fuck is going on, and why the fuck didn’t you call me?” I try explaining why I didn’t call him, how I know she went after Jack herself, but that I have no clue how to find her. “Good thing I installed trackers in her car and cell then, huh? I knew something was up after he pulled that shit at her therapist's office, she was much too calm once she got home. I’ll be there in five, we’ll find her, and then I’m going to hold her down while you spank her.” He hung up abruptly leaving me looking at my phone in shock.
“That was Holland; he has a tracker on Bliss’s phone and car. We’re going to find her Pops, we’re going to find her.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLISS
Passing his test was the easy part, convincing him to trust me was going to be the hard part. I shut myself off, closed my eyes and thought of Bart. It was his hands all over my body, it was him inside me not Jack’s goons. When they finished with me, Jack sent some of his whores in to clean me up and dress me in his “special” attire, which consisted of a pleather mini skirt, a thong, and a skin tight crop top. After dressing me they did my makeup, whore style. Once I was prepped, I was summoned to Mr. High and All Mighty himself, time to put my game face on.
“Well look at you, that’s my good girl, the guys tell me you treated them like kings, come here and sit with me.” I want to kill him now, but I have to bide my time; I need to reel him in first.
“Did you doubt my skills, come on I lived with bikers for how many years, they like to give free lessons.” It was a lie, one I hoped he’d buy; I hoped Vic never told him my secrets.
“Don’t lie to me you little cunt, I know before my men got ahold of you, you were only with Vic and Bart. Did you think Vic didn’t tell me everything? Please, he practically ran to me after every time he fucked you to tell me all the details, about how he had to teach you how to give head and that you had refused anal.” Gripping my hair tightly in his fist, I feel like my scalp is about to come off my head.
“Please, do you think I told Vic everything? I didn’t want to look like a slut to him, so I stretched the truth a little, gave his ego a boost.” Lies, lies, and more lies, soon it would end though, soon I’d never have look over my shoulder. He eased his hold on my head looking me over, contemplating whether to believe me or not. He must have seen what he was looking for because he released his hold.
“You have time to make up for little girl, I had clients lined up for you after Castor, pissed off clients when they found out I couldn’t deliver. You owe me, and starting tonight you’ll start earning your keep. I have a special client just for you; I’ll be taking you there myself. We’re leaving in five, go get your stuff ready, and meet me out front, Hank is driving us.” I almost want to dance up to the room I was assigned. Just three of us in the car, it was too perfect. I would be able to end things sooner than I thought. I ran up the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me. Someone brought in all my shit from my car; thankfully, it looked like they hadn’t searched them. I grabbed my favorite purse, with my “special” presents just for Jack inside, a knife, a gun, and some drugs to hopefully knock him or Hank out if the need arose.
Bounding back down the stairs, I skid to a halt at the car door as Hank holds open the door, leering at me. “Next time I want you all to myself, that pussy was the sweetest thing I’ve had in a long time.” I shiver in disgust, killing him won’t hurt my feelings one bit, I plaster on a fake smile, run my finger down his shirt. “Next time.” And I wink as I slide inside the car with Jack, you’d think since he was in hiding, he would be at the bottom of the barrel. No, this man had enough pussy and cock working for him he was riding around in a spanking brand new Lincoln Town Car, judging from the smell inside.
“Nice digs Jack, things must be going well for you by the look of things.” He grabs my upper arm, pulling me across the back seat towards him.
“It’s none of your fucking business how well I’m doing, all you need to know is who to fuck and when to fuck them. Call me Daddy; you know how much I love you calling me Daddy.” I want to vomit; really he wants me to call him Daddy, something he’s never been to me.
“Fine, Daddy, whatever you say.” He looks at me doubtfully, I’m sure my fake exterior is starting to wear thin, I’m not sure how much longer I can do this shit.
BART
I’m pushing my bike as fast as it will go, the rest of the guys are having trouble keeping up. My one concern is getting to Bliss before Jack can hurt her again. I know I need to focus on the plan, but all that keeps running through my head are the sick and twisted shit he could be making her do. All I really want to do is get my knife in him and slice him from asshole to sternum and just watch him bleed.
We decide to park the bikes about a mile away, just in case Jack has any security. The walk toward the building is killing me, every second feels like hours. Holland tries to calm me, but I’m wound up so tight I can’t think straight.
“Hey Asshole, either calm your tits, or I’m going to make you wait here while the rest of us go in.” He wouldn’t, he couldn’t, I’d kick his ass. Then I realize if I don’t get my shit together Bliss could pay the price for my distraction, something I don’t want to happen.
“Sorry man, I just want her back and safe, and Jack to be out of her life for good. Thanks for doing this, you’re putting yourself at risk, I know if you get caught this could end your career.” I give his shoulder a squeeze, he needs to know his sacrifice isn’t going unnoticed.
