Page 3 of Brake's Intent

“Good night, sweet Faye,” Shawna sings and makes her way to the stairs. She stops and glances back with a foot on the first step and smiles, eyes beady like she’s high. “Get some rest, because come tomorrow, I’ll be making sure to have some more fun with you before it’s time for you to go away.”

It’s all I can do to keep my head up and not give in to her taunting, no matter how much I want to. My life may mean nothing to me anymore, but it doesn’t mean I want to die at the hands of a bitch like Shawna.

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The hours tick by and time seems to pass at a snail’s pace. The only way I know I’ve been here for a few days is by the small amount of light that seeps in through a small window in the corner on the other side of the space. I long to look through and see where I am, but I’m unable to thanks to the cuffs holding me on the opposite side.

For the most part, I’m left alone, but Shawna has come down each day to torment me. Always with a belt. I swear, her favorite thing to do is wrap it around my throat and choke me until I pass out. She does this several times over, only to wake me by splashing cold water on me.

I haven’t eaten in days and feel myself growing weak from hunger. I need to get out of here.

Last night, after they left me alone, I noticed the bolts in the walls were coming loose. Having seen enough werewolf movies, I know it’s possible for them to come out, but it takes a lot of strain to get them to do that. Or I could work at it and make them looser. It’s a long shot, but maybe I can get myself out of this.

Since I couldn’t sleep, I worked through the night at wiggling one loose. Thankfully, they’d given me enough slack in the chains, I’m able to do this. I had to stop when I heard the door open and footsteps on the stairs. Feigning sleep, I brace for what will happen next.

“Get her up and do as Diamond told you.” Shawna huffs. “I can’t believe he’s doing this.”

“Boss can’t afford a war with the Brisbane family, Landers, and an MC,” one of the men with her explains tersely as I’m pulled to my feet. Another guy comes up, unlocks the cuffs, and grabs my free arm.

“Whatever,” she snaps, her gaze coming to mine, and she steps close, her nose pressing against mine. “You’re lucky, but don’t think this is over.”

I’m confused as to what’s going on, but grateful when she turns on her heel and heads back the way she came.

“The boss wants you back where you belong,” the man who spoke to Shawna says. “We don’t want war with them, and you’re gonna tell them that.”

I swallow and nod in answer. I’m confused as to everything that’s going on. What are they talking about? And why let me go when I’ve been here being tormented for days?

“You tell them that we’re giving you back in good faith.”

Good faith? Really? How is that going to work out?

And again, I nod. I don’t think I could speak if I wanted to. Not with the damage Shawna has done using that belt. Even if I could talk, I wouldn’t. I don’t want to end up saying something that will end with me getting beaten more than I already am.

Both men help me up the stairs, into a garage, and set me down on the back seat of a car. The one who remained silent leans in and presses a needle to my neck. “When you wake up, you’ll be at the clubhouse.”

I wince at the slight pinch of the needle piercing my skin. It doesn’t take long for it to take effect. My vision blurs and my head slumps to the side as everything goes blank.

CHAPTERTHREE

BRAKE

These past few days have been complete and utter torture, and considering the mother I grew up with, that’s saying something. It doesn’t help that Lawson’s been doing everything he can to piss me off. His stunt at the hospital didn’t do anything but irritate me and make me want to strangle him for opening his big mouth.

Why did he have to say that shit in front of my brother?

Since then, I’ve avoided Tyres, not wanting to hear his judgment over the fact I’m not only into women but men. Well, one man, that is. Besides him, I haven’t been with another man. I haven’t even fucked a woman since Faye. I’ve all but become a monk at this point, not even using my hand to find relief. And it’s getting to the point if I don’t find a release soon, I’m going to blow.

With all the bullshit going on right now, I’m struggling here. Finding out Faye was the nurse taking care of Shawna ended up being a blow to my gut that I didn’t know how to handle. Then to lose her before I could even get her back is nearly agonizing. I want her. Hell, I want her and Lawson, but I can’t have them.

I need to get my head in the game. We have to find Faye before it is too late, and her brother and cousin descend upon the club. I find it fucked up that I didn’t know she was a Brisbane, but considering her last name is O’Hara, I thought nothing of it. But lo and behold, she’s Finn Brisbane’s cousin, and that fucker is the brother-in-law to Felix DeLancy. That’s a whole other story I don’t want to think about. I try not to make the DeLancys my business now that we’ve got a truce with them. This truce has come in handy a couple of times over the years as they’ve helped us and we’ve done the same for them in the past, but I don’t think any of that would have happened if not for Fuse and sharing their blood.

It’s because of this very reason they’re involved in this situation now. They took on Shawna to keep her locked up in one of the buildings they have, and Felix hired a nurse to watch over the psycho bitch while she was pregnant and carrying Lyrica and Fuse’s twins.

Fuse has been working non-stop helping us since the other day, barely taking time to go to the hospital to be with Lyrica, Ryker, and Brycen. We’ve kept Lynch and Throttle up there standing guard while we work to find Faye. I know my brother’s blaming himself, but it’s not on him. The blame sits directly on Shawna’s shoulders.

I step into the main room of the clubhouse spotting Fuse sitting with Chains, Tyres, Breaker, and a few others. He’s got his computer in front of him, and his brows furrowed. I take a step in their direction, intending on joining them, when I notice Lawson making his way to me. I should have known he was still here. The man doesn’t ever give up. Not that I’d expect him to stop looking for Faye. He saw her as his as much as I did.

“What?” I mutter when he’s in front of me, crossing my arms over my chest, not wanting to give him any indication of being welcoming to his touch. Though I know that’s not the case.

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