Stolen: Hell's Overlords MC (12 page)

I walked up to the closed bay door and turned to face the members who were prepared to ride with us in pursuit of Fang and his goons. They had guns strapped to their backs, and they were just waiting on the signal to go. I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page and not just running wild out there on the highway. We needed to handle the situation, get Sasha, and come back with minimal deaths. We’d lost quite a few men already.

“Alright,” I told the guys, “if we’re going to go, we’ve got to leave now. Fang has Sasha. He picked her up at my apartment earlier this afternoon. He’s heading north on the interstate, we believe. He’s got a hideout upstate, and we think that’s where he’s going. Now, look, it’s a couple of hours away, and they’ve probably a good thirty-minute head start or better by now. We’re going to be chasing them down in the dark, but we can do it.”

I looked at their faces, and they still looked lost. I felt like I should have been able to give them some sort of pep talk, but I just didn’t have it in me. I felt just as tired and defeated as they looked. I glanced over at Dante.

“It’s all you,” I told him, patting him on the back as I stepped aside.

“Alright, it’s go time. They’ve got a pretty good head start, and it’s getting dark. You know how this works. We’ll ride together. Stick close to each other but keep your distance from them until it’s time to take them down. And remember who we are,” he said. “We’re Hell’s Overlords, and we’re going to ride out with Hell on our backs.”

Dante sounded like he was ready to kick some ass, and that seemed to get everyone else in the mood, too. I was just ready to get it over with. I wasn’t going to be happy until I saw Fang dead and Sasha back in my arms.

Sasha

So, I knew that I hadn’t just had sex with Cole, but my face blushed as I realized I’d had that dream in front of Fang and whoever else was in the car with us. I went to move my hands to cover my flushing face, but they wouldn’t budge. My wrists were tied together. I moved my legs. They were, too.

I lay across the backseat of his sedan, except I wasn’t alone. Two strong hands held onto my bound ankles. I started to piece together what had happened to land me in the backseat of the car.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Fang said. “We had to take some precautions for everyone’s safety.”

“Motherfucker,” I growled.

“Such foul language,” he said in his smooth voice. “I really don’t like what’s happened to you since you’ve been hanging out with those bikers, Sasha. We need to work on your attitude once we get you home.”

“Where are you taking me?” I snapped.

“Up the road. Out of the way. We have a lot to talk about.” Behind his calm tone was a dangerous threat. His voice was like a snake coiling itself into a striking position.

“You don’t want to talk,” I told him.

“Why do you say that? Of course I do. You’re one of my most valuable assets. Well, you were until Hell’s Overlords got to you,” he said.

I couldn’t see him. I was facing the backseat. But I could feel his eyes through the rearview mirror, staring at me.

Waking up in the back of his car with two of the guys who’d approached me behind Cole’s building, I couldn’t shake the horrible revelation that Cole was right about the attack at the park. If he was driving the car now, it also meant he was the driver at the park as well.

“You were behind the attack at the park, weren’t you?” I accused him.

“You noticed. Guys, I told you we couldn’t keep it a secret from her forever,” he said.

The other two men in the car chuckled. The one who had been shot behind Cole’s apartment did not. I wondered where he was. Then I remembered all the closing doors when they first put me in the car, and I knew that one of them must have been the trunk. We were driving up the road with a dead body in the back of the car.

“Why would you do that?” I asked him.

“Do what?” Fang replied.

“You know what I mean. Why did you have your men come after me at the park and again behind Cole’s apartment? It seems a bit like overkill if you ask me. I was willing to go with you either time,” I explained to him.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” he said thoughtfully. “But at the same time, Sasha, I wanted to make a point.”

“What point was that?” I asked.

“This is a business. Wouldn’t you agree?”

It was frustrating trying to talk to him with my back to him, but I couldn’t manage to turn over.

“Yes, I’d agree, this is business.”

“Okay. You were sent to do a job, were you not?” he continued, and I didn’t like where he was going with his questions. He was setting me up to look like I hadn’t done my job for him.

I didn’t answer. All of my smart-ass answers were gone. This was Fang talking to me this way, treating me like I was some stupid kid who didn’t know any better. I knew better than to try to smart off at him the way I loved to do with everyone else. If I talked to him the way I talked to Cole, the consequences wouldn’t have been pretty. Of course, I was beginning to see that the outcome of this situation wasn’t shaping up too well for me anyway.

“What did I send you in to do?” Fang asked after I didn’t answer.

“You sent me to steal drugs that weren’t there,” I told him. “You sent me to follow faulty intel, just like I warned you it might have been, and it turned out to be a trap.”

“Has that ever stopped you before?” he asked.

“I’ve never gone into a trap like that before,” I answered him. “You’ve never given me half-assed information like you did this time. What happened this time was you got greedy and didn’t think before telling me to act.”

The hands on my leg tightened as a warning for me to watch my mouth, but my anger was starting to boil. There was no watching my mouth now. I didn’t have to rely on my sarcasm. I was just going to let Fang have it for setting me up and sending me in blind.

“So, when you failed to follow up properly on the information I gave you, what happened to you?” he asked. I couldn’t believe it. He was really going to blame me for his fuck up.

“I fell into the trap I’m starting to think you helped set for me,” I said.

“So you got caught,” Fang clarified for me.

“I guess you could put it that way,” I sort of agreed.

“Well, how you would you put it any differently, Sasha?” he challenged me.

“Exactly as I did a moment ago. I trusted you, just as I always have, and I walked right into a trap you should have seen from a mile away as soon as you heard that blatant lie about Cole bringing all the drugs back into the Hell’s Overlords clubhouse,” I said, trying to put as much blame on him for it as I could. He was right, though. I should have known better than to follow his lead without doing my own research first. We were both too excited about the news we’d heard. He rushed to tell me, and I rushed to take advantage of it.

“You’re a professional thief, right? I thought that was what I’d trained you for,” he said, his tone thick with accusation.

I didn’t respond. I wasn’t going to honor him by acknowledging his accusations while he talked to me like a child. I wasn’t a child. I hadn’t been a child for many years. I was a professional, and I’d done a good job for him, to the point that we were maybe both a little overconfident in my abilities.

“Tell me this, Sasha. What good is a caught thief in this business? What good is a thief who’s been identified by her target?”

“No good,” I said lowly.

“Right. No good at all. And to make it worse, you weren’t just caught. You were taken in. You were staying with your captor at his apartment. Did you get any good intel that way?” he asked sarcastically.

“You know I did,” I snapped. “I told you they were on the way to kill you.”

“Yes, about that. I already knew. See, Cole isn’t the only one out there who can plant information on the street. I will tell you this, though. He did move it.”

His last statement sent chills down my spine.

“But it didn’t stop me from getting more of it,” he added.

My stomach turned to ice. My heart stopped. My breath caught in my throat. Someone else had stolen drugs for him, someone who wasn’t me. I wondered if he’d gone and found another young girl off the street. I wondered if he was training her just to be a thief or if he’d used her for anything else first. He was such a pervert with other girls. There were a few I wasn’t even sure were old enough to be in his little inner circle, but I never said anything to him about it because he’d done so much for me.

I clenched my fists.

“Are you angry because I stole from your boyfriend again or because I used someone else to do it?” he asked.

“Alright,” I sighed, “how is this going to go?” I asked.

“Well, you and I are going to sit down and talk, and hopefully we’ll come to some kind of agreement before the night is out,” he said slowly.

“And if we don’t?” I asked.

“You’d better hope we do,” he said.

“What I don’t get is this, though,” I added. “If you wanted to talk, why did you send these worthless men to grab me? If you wanted to talk, you would have come alone. You would have picked me up at the park, and we would have handled our business.”

“I don’t
handle business
with you, Sasha. You must have yourself confused with some of my other girls.” I could hear the sleazy smile on his perverted little face while he spoke to me. His voice sounded so greasy.

“You’re disgusting, Fang,” I told him, and he just laughed. It made my skin crawl to think he might have had another use in mind for me. He might have been thinking about giving me an
alternative
way out of the mess I’d caused. It was gross to think about. I couldn’t even imagine what it might have been like to be with him. He probably liked all kinds of degrading, kinky sex. I shuddered.

“Well, if you do decide you want to handle business in a different way, you let me know,” he said, and my stomach churned. He
was
thinking about it.

After everything we’d been through together over the last five years, I couldn’t imagine that he could even look at me and think that way about me. It was appalling to think I was just a piece of meat to him. At the end of the day, I was just another girl.

“When I look at you sometimes, Sasha, I still see the same young girl I picked up off the street, so forgive me if I expect a little more gratitude out of you sometimes.” His tone was growing darker.

I knew what he meant by gratitude. He meant sex. He wanted me to show him how thankful I was for everything he’d done, and he wanted to think of me as the same nineteen-year-old girl I had been when he found me on the street. There was no telling what thoughts and images were running through that sick mind of his while he looked at my backside in the rearview mirror.

I closed my eyes against the horror. I just hoped Cole showed up soon. I hoped I hadn’t burned that bridge by leaving the way I did. I hoped that when he saw that I’d taken the gun, he would know that I was concerned for my safety.

Keep your promise
, I thought.
Protect me, Cole.

I should have stayed at the apartment. I never should have made that call. I didn’t care how cocky Fang wanted to be about the whole situation, pretending he’d planted the address of his hideout on the street so that Cole and his men would go to the wrong place. If I hadn’t called to tell him that Hell’s Overlords were on their way to kill him, Fang might have been there when they showed up.

I wouldn’t have been in the back of his car. He would have been shot, and all of this would be over. I could quit and go to live a quiet life with my new man. Cole would take care of me and protect me, and Fang’s organization would have crumbled to the ground as his body fell, limp and lifeless, as Cole’s feet. There wouldn’t have been anyone to track me down, because everyone would have known that I was under the protection of the Overlords.

I would have been untouchable, but most importantly, I would have been free instead of lying in the back of Fang’s black sedan, tied up and listening to him make perverse advances at me after treating me like his daughter for so long.

What the hell had I done?