Page 34 of My Three S**y Bikers

I realized he must have been watching the house, because how else did he know Dwayne wasn’t in my room?

How did he know to arrive straight after I left the shower?

I wondered if he’d already been in the house, watching me shower before making his move. The idea of it made me feel sick to the stomach. Just as much as the idea of him hurting my baby.

As soon as we were in the car, he tossed Dwayne into my arms as if he were a piece of trash. Since then, I hadn’t let go off Dwayne. I didn’t know the area at all, and I was too busy making sure the thug hadn’t harmed my baby.

“Sorry,” I whispered to Dwayne, over and over again, as I rocked him in my arms.

I had no idea what streets we passed because the windows were dark from the outside and inside. This was a kidnapping, not a school trip.

As the car stopped and the door opened. I stepped out of it. Then after slamming the car door shut, he pushed me and barked, “Move!”

Dwayne didn’t stop crying as we were led into what looked like a basement, I couldn’t see properly due to the restricted light, but the thug kept a light on our path to lead the way. I knew he was hungry. I was, too, until we reached a dark room.

The door opened, and I backed away. “Don’t harm us. I’ll do anything you say.”

An old lady smiled as she turned on the light. It was only then I could make out the setup of the room. After I had been shoved in here, I’d kept to what felt like the corner where I’d stayed ever since.

The woman had white hair and was half my size, so she appeared harmless, but I doubted she was. She smiled at me for a brief second, and a memory of my Nan flashed through my mind.

Her blue eyes turned dull as she looked at Dwayne. “Don’t try any funny business, and you’ll be fine. There are diapers and some towels on the bed. A bucket to piss in and whatever you need to do. Oh, and this is for you and the baby.”

She laid a tray on the table.

I should have thanked her, but decided against it. She had kidnapped us, yet she was acting as if she were doing us a favor.

Who are these people?

And what do they want?

“Oh, and another thing before I forget. Make good use of the light while it’s on. It’s not going to be on all the time.”

Then she waggled her finger, and I waited for her to say something else.

“Yeah, that’s all.”

The door opened, and I realized it had opened automatically. Whoever had arranged all this wasn’t an amateur. They’d planned it well.

I wondered how long they’d planned, but then I remembered her words. I should make good use of the light. I needed to do that to give Dwayne food and change his diaper.

After that, we would lie on the bed, and I would think about what to do next.

I’d spent nearly a year on my own after being thrown out by Mom. I wasn’t weak. Not like before. I would figure a way out of here. I just had to pretend to be a good girl until then.

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PLAYBOY

“The only way for you to move forward is for you to forgive yourself and think about the future and not the past,” I said to Scar. “What do you have to do to move forward?”

“Save Mel and Dwayne!”

“Exactly. Fuck pride. Fuck the past. I’m going to give Lucky Frank’s details and tell him about our lead. No doubt he’ll want to join in, but I can’t be dealing with the drama. He’s a fucking mess!”

I was calm and collected, but I knew I couldn’t do this alone. Greyson would be my eyes and ears here. Whereas, Lucky clearly wasn’t a man for the job if things got dirty. I didn’t think Scar would be, either, but watching him throw the trashcan, I thought maybe, he might be exactly the best man for the job.

“Bike or car?” he asked, and just with that simple question, I knew I’d made the right choice. Scar would come with me.

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