Overdosed: Fury's Storm MC (23 page)

“Yes. Like Solomon.”

“Right. He’s very wise, and very brave. And you know something else? I know he loves you. He’ll come for you. I’m sure he will.”

I held her close, hoping I hadn’t just lied to her. All I could do was count the minutes and pray he somehow found us.

Rae. She came to mind again. Would she have told him? If he caught her? A little spark of hope flickered to life in my heart. It was our only chance. Maybe Rae had an attack of conscience. I closed my eyes and willed him to hurry, just as I willed The Scarecrow’s buyer to take his time. We needed all the time we could get, and all the help we could get. I pictured Fury’s Storm overtaking the motel, sweeping in on their bikes to carry us off to safety. I pictured it as clearly as possible—their faces, their voices. Lance pulling Gigi and me to safety. The way it would feel when he held me in his arms again—his strong, powerful arms. Arms that could crush a pitiful little toad like that Scarecrow person with no effort.

And then he would kiss me. I would close my eyes, tilt my head back until it rested in the crook of Lance’s elbow, and let him kiss me until nothing else mattered but us, and his lips, and the warmth of his breath and his body, so close to mine. He would be my hero.

I had to picture it. I had to get it down to every last detail. There was nothing else I could do to keep from sliding into a black hole of despair as minute after minute ticked by.

Lance

I was never a patient person.

On my reports cards, my teachers used to make comments about how impatient I was. I could never wait my turn for things. I never wanted to stand in line. I was always the first one out the door when the bell rang—sometimes I would stand with one foot outside the classroom door, in the hallway, ready to take off the second I heard it ring. They always thought this was a bad sign, that I would grow up to be an impatient man. They used to give me those stupid writing assignments, too.
I will learn to have more patience
. Five hundred times in my notebook. I could have filled a whole notebook with the assignments I had before I dropped out of school.

Patience wasn’t something I developed when I got older either. I didn’t like waiting for things. I couldn’t even be in the kitchen when there was water on the stove. I had to distract myself with something else until the water boiled. Otherwise I would go crazy and wonder why I was trying to boil water when I could just call the pizza place to get pasta delivered.

One of the first things I wondered after Gigi showed up at the clubhouse was how I would learn to be patient with her. Kids needed patience. It seemed like she was already a good reader. She obviously knew how to tie her shoes at the age of seven. She was potty trained, and I was glad I missed out on that. She had all her bases covered. Still, there were things to be patient about. Listening to a story that could have taken twenty seconds but turned into five minutes. Hearing the same jokes over and over. Listening to her read slowly, slowly. I knew some kids liked to watch the same things over and over, too. I remembered the stack of movies I saw in her room—it wasn’t a big stack. She would be in the habit of watching them over and over.

I would have to deal with all that. I would have to learn how to be patient. It scared me at first. After thirty years, how would I all of a sudden learn how to be patient? Then I figured out that it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I didn’t mind being patient, because I wanted to be good to her. It came naturally, I guessed.

When it came to waiting for Fury’s Storm to show up at the motel so we could ambush The Scarecrow, I went back to square one. Just as impatient as ever.

It was torture waiting for the entire club to show. I understood why Flash wanted me to wait, but I didn’t want to listen. I wanted to go in there, gun in hand, to blow that son of a bitch’s head off his shoulders.

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait too long. We waited close to the interstate. It was dark by then, so even if The Scarecrow stuck his head out the door, he wouldn’t notice the line of motorcycles in the darkness. The lights in the parking lot were broken, after all. Something was finally going my way.

Once he was sure we were all together, Flash came over to me. “What’ve you seen so far?”

“Nothing. It’s quiet. The light’s on in the room, but that’s it. He hasn’t come out, and nobody’s in there.”

Jax agreed to go to the door to check it out. I hung back—I wanted to go in his place, but Flash didn’t think that was the best idea. “If you hear anything you don’t wanna hear…”

“Don’t even say that to me. Don’t even think it, actually. It’s not happening. It’s not gonna happen.” I clenched my fists, waiting. Practically holding my breath. If only it wasn’t so fucking dark—it was good for hiding, but I couldn’t see what was happening at the door to the room. It felt like forever before Jax ran back to us.

“Nothing. I hear a TV in there, and voices.”

“What voices?”

“Jamie’s, definitely.”

I closed my eyes. “Gigi?”

“No, nothing from her. It sounds like Jamie’s giving The Scarecrow shit.”

I had to smile. “Of course she is. That’s what she does. And she’s staying strong for Gigi—that’s what she does, too.” I knew I could trust her. If she drove The Scarecrow half as crazy as she drove me, he might just kick them both out of the room and tell them to never come back.

The smile left my face. “Okay, so they’re in there. What are they waiting for?”

“Don’t you wanna go in now and find out?”

I thought about it. “They’re waiting for somebody, or a few somebodies. It might be better to wait for them, too. I don’t wanna be ambushed at the last minute, just when we think we got them and we can go. Know what I mean? I would rather know what we’re up against.”

“But…there’s only one of him in there. And dozens of us.”

“I don’t know that there’s only one guy in there, though,” Jax pointed out. “I heard a man’s voice, but then I heard the TV, too. So there could be more than one, and it just got mixed up with whatever they were watching.”

“Shit.” I looked at Flash, and he knew I was right. It was better to wait.

“Do you think he’ll hurt Jamie? Or Gigi?”

I thought about it for a minute, then shook my head. “Not if he wants to get any money for them. That’s what it’s all about for him, right? The price. If they’re marked up or worse, he’ll get less. He wants them in good condition.”

“All the same, I hope his temper can hold out long enough. You know how tough Jamie can be when she gets on a roll.”

“I sure do.” That worried me. I remembered the way I felt when she pissed me off, when she wouldn’t let something go. Especially when it had to do with Gigi. And nothing had ever been more important than what was going on at that moment. What if she pushed him too far? The two sides of my brain fought back and forth over what to do. I couldn’t come up with an answer that satisfied me. It was either go in and take a chance or hang back and take a chance. Either way, we were taking a chance.

“I’d feel a lot better if we were closer,” I decided. Let’s split up into two groups. One group on that side.” I pointed to the far end of the string of rooms. “One group on the other.” I pointed to the other side. “I want Flash at the head of one group, Slate at the head of the other. I’ll call you both so we can communicate on our earpieces.”

“Where will you be?”

“Behind Jamie’s car.”

“What? Alone?” Flash didn’t look impressed.

“Whaddya think? I wanna be able to be close to the room in case something happens. I’ll wait there, listening. If I hear anything I don’t like, I’ll go in. If it all seems okay, I’ll hang back. When whoever they’re waiting for shows up, we’ll wait ’til they’re inside.”

Flash and Slate looked at each other. I could see them talking without opening their mouths. They both shrugged.

“It’s as good an idea as any,” Flash said.

“Thanks for the confidence.” I rolled my eyes as I called them. They put in their earpieces as I put in mine. When we knew we had a connection, we took off. Slate took a dozen guys in one direction, Flash took the rest in the other. I hid behind the car like I said I would.

I could just see inside the room, too, through a gap in the curtains. There wasn’t anything to see, really. I saw Jamie’s legs, stretched out across the bed. I saw light from a lamp and the TV. The inside of the room looked like shit. I hated thinking about the two of them in there.

“What do you see?” Flash asked.

“Nothing much. They’re sitting on the bed. That’s all I can tell you. And it looks like hell in there.”

“Yeah, this place is a shithole. Literally. You should see what I almost just stepped in at the side of the building.”

“Oh, fucking gross,” Slate muttered.

“Guys. Seriously.” I crouched behind the car, listening to the stupid conversation. “This isn’t the time. Compare notes later on.”

“Sorry.” They shut up, and we waited.

I looked for any movement, any sign of anything going on. Blood pounded in my ears, my hands twitched. I wanted to get in there. I wanted to get them out. I wished I knew the right thing to do—if I didn’t love them both so much, it wouldn’t have mattered so much. I could’ve gone in and it wouldn’t have made such a big difference. If one of them got hurt, oh well. It was the price they’d have to pay. But not anymore. I wanted to save them without them getting hurt. I just had no idea how to be sure that would happen.

They got up. I saw Jamie for just a flash, then she was gone. They were going to the bathroom. I couldn’t imagine how disgusting it would be. “They’re in the bathroom. Shit. I wish we could’ve been back there. We could’ve gotten them out a window or something.”

“Negative,” Slate whispered. “The windows are too small. Gigi, maybe, but not Jamie.”

“Right, and when he found out we took her, what would he do with Jamie?”

We still could’ve gotten one of them. I could’ve gone in while they were in there. We missed an opportunity. I felt them slipping through my fingers, even though they were right in front of me.

They came back. I heard their voices, very faintly. He was pissed. She was pissing him off. “Don’t do it, Jamie,” I warned. “Don’t fuck with him.”

“What’s she doing?” Flash asked.

“I don’t know. But he doesn’t like it.” My heart was in my throat as I watched and waited. He moved in front of the window. “Fuck, I can’t see what’s happening. He’s in the way.”

It didn’t take long for him to go back to where he started. I saw Gigi. She looked upset.

We couldn’t wait much longer. We’d have to go in soon, even if it meant risking an ambush from The Scarecrow’s guys. I knew it would be risky, but so was leaving the two of them in the room with him.

I’m right here. We’re all here. You’re not alone.
I wished they knew. All I could do was stare at the window and think it over and over.

Jamie

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point, strange as it seemed. The last thing my body wanted to do was relax, but my brain must have needed to shut down for a little while. Maybe it tried to escape the horror all around it. I didn’t know.

I dreamed I was with my parents. It was natural, too. I didn’t think anything of it. In the dream, they were still alive, so it wasn’t a big deal. We ate dinner together like we used to, laughing and talking.

Gigi was there, too, and Lance. We sat around the table, just like a normal family. It felt so good, so right. I didn’t understand why it felt significant, too, but it did. Like it shouldn’t have been happening. Like there was some reason this was strange or odd.

Mom smiled at me. “Honey, Daddy and I are going to a movie tonight. Do you want to go with us?”

I stopped smiling. I looked around the table. Why didn’t anybody understand why this wasn’t a good idea? I was horrified. Why weren’t they? Gigi was still telling a story about how acid makes pancakes fluffy. Daddy and Lance were listening, asking questions.

“You can’t go,” I said. “Don’t go. Stay here, with us.”

“Honey, there’s nothing to worry about. You always worry when there’s nothing to worry over. Doesn’t she?” She looked at my dad, who nodded.

“You always did. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Why do you think we shouldn’t go?”

“Because I know you shouldn’t. I know it. I don’t know how I know.” I was so important to stop them, but I couldn’t tell them why. I wasn’t sure myself. All I knew was they couldn’t go.

They laughed. Gigi and Lance laughed with them. I looked at Lance, panicking. His gray eyes gleamed at me. “Why are you so upset? You always think the worst. You can’t save everybody, you know.”

“I can! I can, and I will! I have to save you! You can’t go! Please!”

“Come on,” Dad said, pushing his chair away from the table. “We’ll be late if we don’t leave now.”

“Can I go, too?”

“Sure you can, dumpling!” That was what Dad used to call me. But she couldn’t go! They were…they would…

“You’re going to die!”

My eyes flew open, my words still echoing off the walls of the motel room. The Scarecrow was staring at me from the foot of the bed.

“What?” He laughed.

“What did I say?”

“You’re going to die.”

“Oh. I was dreaming.” I sat up slightly.

“Some dream.” He chuckled, still focused on the TV. I made a face at the back of his head.

Gigi was waking up, too. She was sleeping a lot. I thought it had to be the stress. She couldn’t handle it, just like I evidently couldn’t. Why else would I fall asleep when I needed to be on alert, keeping her safe from him?

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom,” she whispered. My heart sank, and my nose wrinkled at the thought of what the bathroom had to be like. The room itself was bad enough.

“She’s got to go,” I said, louder. He shrugged without turning around. “Hey. Unless you want her to pee all over the bed, you’re gonna let her go to the bathroom.”

“Go, if you want to. But I’m gonna count to thirty. If you’re not outta there by the time I’m finished…”

I snorted. “You’ll what? Didn’t you already say you won’t touch the merchandise?”

He swiveled, glaring at me. I told myself it might not be the wisest idea to laugh at him. He didn’t look like the type to let it roll off his back.

“Come on.” I stood, stretching. My back ached from the position I’d been in, wedged up against the headboard. My arms ached from holding Gigi so tight, though I wouldn’t have let go for anything in the world. I took her by the hand, leading her to the bathroom.

It was just as disgusting as I’d imagined. “Oh gosh,” Gigi moaned, holding her nose.

“You gotta go, you’d better go.” I closed the door behind us, cutting off The Scarecrow’s words. He was worse than a wild animal. There went any attempt at an escape—I could hardly breathe in the filthy bathroom, much less take the time to plot.

I couldn’t let her sit on the seat, so I held her up over the bowl while she squatted with her feet on the seat. I heard him counting outside the door, loudly. I urged Gigi to hurry as she went. “I’m trying,” she whispered. I felt so sorry for her. She was panicked, but trying to keep it together. I knew how she felt.

We were out of the bathroom by the time he hit twenty-nine. “Good thing,” he muttered as we climbed onto the bed. “I would’ve had to come in after you.”

“You’re a pig. A filthy pig.” I didn’t care how he glared at me, or how angry he was. It didn’t matter anymore. He wanted to play head games with me, intimidate us both. I had to show Gigi I wasn’t afraid so she would take a little strength from me. It was all I could do for her since I was such a helpless failure at rescuing her.

I sat beside her on the bed, running my fingers through her tangled hair. I hummed a song my mom used to hum while she brushed my hair after a bath. I never knew the name of it, but it had a pretty, lilting melody.

“Stop humming,” he muttered, face to the TV. I stared at his back and hummed louder. “I said stop.”

I didn’t stop. I kept going, even louder than before.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He wheeled around, glaring.

I held his stare. “Nothing. I wanted to hum, that’s all. I thought I would make Gigi a little more comfortable.”

“Yeah? It’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. You can let us go if it’s such a problem.”

“You know it ain’t gonna happen, so stop talking about it.”

“Then I’m going to have to keep on humming.” I went back to my business of getting the snarls out of Gigi’s dark, wavy hair, humming as I worked.

“Bitch.” In an explosion of movement, The Scarecrow lunged at me. I pushed Gigi away while he took me by the throat. “I’ll make her watch me snap your neck. You want her to see me do it?”

“No.” I shook my head. He wasn’t strangling me, only holding tight enough for me to know he meant it.

“You.” He looked at Gigi. “You wanna see me snap her neck?”

“No!” She wept.

“It’s okay, honey.” He had my arms pinned between our bodies. If only they were free, I could hit him, claw him, get us out of there. His weight made it impossible for me to pull them out.

Then I felt something even more menacing than his hand at my throat. His dick started getting hard, pressing against my thigh. I turned my head in disgust, my stomach roiling. He snickered. “What, you like that? You want it? Huh?

I opened my eyes to find Gigi staring at us in complete terror, tears streaming down her face. The thought of getting raped while she watched was a very real threat for a split second. I couldn’t let that happen. I owed it to her to stay calm, to protect her as I protected myself.

I made eye contact with her and smiled. “It’s okay,” I said.

“What?” He pulled back.

“I said, it’s okay.” I sat up, disentangling myself from him. “Thanks for the offer, but no thanks.” I held out my arms and Gigi tumbled into them. I focused on calming her, ignoring him. I could tell it made him crazy that I wouldn’t crumble in front of him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of looking shaken up, even as my insides quaked.

***

Headlights outside the window. I froze, staring at them. In my heart, I prayed it was Lance coming to save us. Something told me my prayers weren’t going to be answered so easily.

Gigi had drifted off again, and my arms tightened around her. Like hell would I let anybody take her from me. They’d have to kill me first. I would protect her to my last breath.

I looked down at her, kissing her head, holding her as tight as I could without scaring her. I gathered her in my arms until I was nearly on top of her, my back to the door. That woke her up.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.” I didn’t know who I was trying to convince, her or me. “I’m gonna hold you really tight, okay? Don’t let go of me no matter what. I’m gonna try as hard as I can to keep you with me.”

“Okay.” Her voice was strangely calm. She trusted me. Poor thing. I didn’t even trust myself anymore.

“But listen to me. If they get you away from me, I want you to fight as hard as you can. Got it? Kick, scream, punch, do whatever you have to do. Hurt them. Kick them between the legs if you can. I mean it. Hard, baby.”

“Okay.” She looked up at me. “Are they going to take me?”

“Not if I can help it.” The door opened, and I flinched at the sound. Gigi gasped. I pressed her head to my chest. It was only The Scarecrow going outside to greet his guest. I heard their voices.

Lance, Lance, where are you?
The two men came in, The Scarecrow and the buyer. Gigi started to shake. I reminded myself to be strong for her.

“Let’s go,” the other man said. His voice was deep, resonant. I had hope, though. If it was only one person, Gigi might be able to claw at him. Or me. One of us.

“Remember,” I whispered. “Do whatever you have to.” I felt her head nodding against my chest, and kissed it. “I love you.”

“Come on!” The Scarecrow pulled at my arms, but I wouldn’t let go so easily. He rolled me over onto my back, Gigi in my arms. I screamed, kicked out, but kept my arms locked around her.

“No! No! You won’t! Get off me!” I did whatever I could, while Gigi screamed in my arms. I felt like a wild animal, adrenaline pumping through me. The other man, a short, squat little person, pulled at my feet until I fell off the bed, landing on my tailbone. I had the brief flash of knowledge that it would hurt like hell once all was said and done, but I didn’t feel it in the moment. Nothing mattered but fighting.

I kicked at him, losing a shoe but making contact with his arm, then his head. He reeled back, cursing and sputtering. I saw murder in his eyes when he came for me again.

“Let her go,” The Scarecrow growled, working at my arms again. He took one, the buyer took the other. Gigi clung to me, still screaming.

“No! No!” I screamed, twisting, kicking still, trying to bite their arms, their hands. I didn’t think about what I was doing—it was all instinct. I tried to roll away, on top of Gigi, but they held me down.

“Let go!” The buyer finally pulled back and punched me across the jaw. I saw stars. It was just enough to stun me, just enough to get me to loosen my grip for a split second. It was all they needed to pull my arms away from Gigi.

“
No!
” She shrieked as the buyer took her in his arms.

I came to in an instant. “Fight him!” I screamed, struggling to get to my feet. The Scarecrow tried to stop me, leaning down, pushing me to the floor. I took a piece of my own advice and punched him in the balls. He cried out, falling back onto the bed.

I jumped to my feet to find the buyer opening the door. Gigi screamed and kicked, clawing at him. It made no difference. She was too small. I lunged for him, pulling him back by the greasy collar of his jacket.

“Fuck!” He choked, falling back a step or two. It was enough for me to grab for Gigi, sliding my hand between her body and his. With my other hand, I clawed at his face in desperation.

“Let go of me, you bitch!” His scream mingled with ours, the three of us struggling. Gigi kicked, pummeling him, but it didn’t seem to matter. I had one arm around her, pulling her to me. He wouldn’t let go, his arms like steel.