Page 3 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
“I know you’re in there.” A voice booms from the other side. I don’t recognize it.
The door shakes from the man pounding on it. I scoot backward wedging myself between the wall and the file cabinet.
The small space makes me feel like I’m suffocating.
It brings me back to the last time I felt so helpless.
The yelling from the other side of the door becomes muted.
I can feel the panic start to set in. The anxiety in my body building.
I can hear his voice in my ear.
“Don’t scream, no one will come. They won’t hear you.”
I can feel his hand around my throat.
The way his heavy body envelops mine making me feel trapped.
There’s no escape.
Tears flow down my face.
I can feel him pulling at me.
This time I fight.
My feet kick out hitting flesh as I scrape my fingernails down whatever skin they can find.
“Tracie!”
That voice. It’s different.
I open my eyes to see Torch standing in front of me. A mix of anger and fear etched across his face. His hand reaches for me and I flinch.
“It’s me, come on.” His voice that is normally rough as nails is almost calming and coaxes me out of the frenzied state I’m in.
This time he only extends his hand to me and waits for me to take it. After a minute I do, letting him help me out of the tiny space. As I stand up he seems to be assessing me.
“What happened? Whip said you never called. I checked the club but whoever it is they must have run out of here when they heard my bike. Everyone else is on their way.” I look over at the door, which is hanging off the hinges now. His hands trail up and down my arms in an attempt to comfort me. “You gotta talk to me. Say something.”
“I-I dropped my phone. He was outside the door.” My chest is heaving, but thankfully the anxiety is starting to calm down.
“Shit, you okay?”
I nod. It’s a lie. I haven’t been okay for years. I put on an act like I don’t give a shit about anything because it’s the only way I can hide my pain from them.
“You okay to stay here? I need to check the rest of the place.” I can hear the rumble of bikes in the distance. The cavalry is here.
“Yeah.” I take a couple side steps and sink down into a chair. Resting my head in my hands I try to concentrate on my breathing, leveling it out, getting back that control that I’ve worked so hard to develop and maintain all these years.
Chapter Three
Torch
I walk out of the office wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. I need to check the club, find out how the bastard got in and hunt his ass down. There is a broken bottle behind the bar, which is probably what Tracie heard when we were on the phone. Thank fuck he knocked it over. It gave her enough time to lock the door before he could get to her. The thought that someone was close enough to get to her makes me want to throw my damn fist through the wall.
I’ve wanted Tracie for years. She’s always distanced herself from me, at least in anyway more than a friendship. Lately, I’ve been getting impatient. She’s been going on dates more frequently with a bunch of damn idiots. In my mind she is already mine, I just need to make her see it.
