Wayward Angel (11 page)

Chapter Sixteen

When we get to the warehouse, the guy drags me through the building by my hair. I cry when he pulls out a chunk of it.

"What do you want with me," I stutter.

He swings me around and slams me against a wall. "I'm going to torture you, princess. Those bastards tried to ruin me and now I'm taking my revenge out on you." He laughs.

I don't want to show weakness in front of this monster, so I spit in his face. His hand comes at me so fast that I don't have time to react as he slaps me.

Someone has to know I'm missing. Brantley was on the phone with me when the shots were fired - he has to be on his way or at least calling my dad or brothers. Even if I didn't mean anything to him, he would still lay down his life for mine - everyone in the club would.

Meanwhile, this guy is freaking me out. He has a scar across his cheek, dirty yellow teeth and shoulder-length, greasy black hair. Every time he breathes on me, I want to gag.

"Princess, you're going to regret being born into that club when I'm done with you."

Terrified, I shiver and squirm around until he loosens his grip on my arms. He presses his body against mine and I can feel him getting hard. He likes that I'm struggling. I feel like I'm going to puke. He rubs against me and then drags me further into the warehouse.

It's empty and smells like urine, with papers littering the ground that look like they've been here for years. The paint is peeling and the lighting is barely working.

He pulls me into the last office and tosses me on the mattress on the ground, which smells like puke and urine. Flipping me over, he zip ties my hands behind my back. My dress is now up around my hips and he's staring at me like he wants to eat me alive.

Grabbing my ankles, he pulls me closer to him and slips his hand down the front of my panties. I scream and thrash around until he hits me with the butt of his gun, so hard that I almost pass out from the pain. He continues exploring my body as I lie limp on the mattress. The only thing I can do is turn my mind and emotions off. I feel him thrust his finger into my core continuously and I'm pretty sure he's tearing my skin. Tears roll down my face as he says, "Baby, I’ll make you feel really good."

I feel the bile coming up. I jerk my body away from him and get hit again with the gun. This time I pass out.

I'm jolted awake when he flips me onto my stomach.

"As much as I want to fuck your sweet pussy, princess, I think I'm going to have you suck my cock first. If you're really lucky, I'll fuck your ass next."

I cry out for my dad. He's always been there when I needed him. Where is he now?

He unzips his jeans and pulls them down, rubbing his dick along my body as I start to struggle. Pushing my body into the mattress with all his weight, he pulls my hair so that my mouth is by his erection.

He sticks his dick in my face and rubs it down my jaw, while pinching my nipple as hard as he can. I yelp and he slams his cock into my mouth. I start to gag but he doesn't care. He keeps thrusting into my mouth, so I bite down and he squeals like a pig. Then he puts his hand around my neck and grunts out, "I will kill everyone in your family if you don't fucking cooperate. Then I will use your body for my pleasure every day of the rest of your life." He laughs.

He strokes his cock a few times and shoves it in my mouth again, and I start crying. I feel him swell more and he pulls out and shoots his come all over my face and chest.

Pulling up his pants, he laughs as he walks out into the warehouse.

I sit on the mattress and pray that the club is coming for me. After it's been quiet for awhile, I feel myself drift off to sleep.

I'm jolted awake because he has his hands on my thighs and is pulling me down the mattress towards him. My body is so tired that I can't even fight back anymore. My whole lower body is dry and stings, and there's dried blood caked all over me.

He pushes my back down so that my chest is flat on the mattress, pulls my hips up and shifts behind me. I feel his cock against my still-naked skin as it prods my ass cheeks.

In one hard thrust, he sticks his cock in my ass. I scream because it feels like my ass is on fire. The pain is almost unbearable, and tears are pouring out of my eyes. I can smell his bad breath as he pants on my neck.

My mind is numbing itself to what he's doing to me. I can't mentally handle this. Two nights ago I was still a virgin - now I feel like I'm dirty. I wish that he would just hurry up and finish. My whole body is throbbing in pain as he grunts in my ear that he's gonna come in my ass. I thank God that this is almost over.

“Fuck, your ass is heaven,” he roars as he finishes. A sob escapes from my mouth.

“I knew you'd like it, bitch.”

I shake my head and he pushes me back on the bed and punches me in the nose. Blood squirts everywhere. It makes its way into my mouth and I spit it out at him.

“Bitch, I'll be back for that pussy of yours next.” He slinks out of the room and slams the door shut. I close my eyes and pray that someone will find me before he comes back.

It seems like hours pass before I hear a rumbling.

I sit up and strain to hear. It gets really quiet again, then the door suddenly bursts open and he's grabbing me by the throat. He pulls me up and walks me out into the warehouse. Time feels like it's going by at a snail's pace when the door flies open.

The first thing that catches my eye is leather. My dad - he's here to save me. I search the faces, but don’t see Brantley.

It feels like an eternity before I hear his voice come from behind my dad.  “Damien.”

Chapter Seventeen

When we finally stop, we pull up to an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. “B, you're with me,” Prez calls out.

If that bastard laid one hand on her, I'm going to put a fucking bullet in his skull. I can't think of anything but getting my girl out of there.

We get to the door and Prez kicks it in, then walks in first. I watch his whole body tense up before I can walk through the door.

When my eyes find her, I want to fucking kill Damien at this moment. I want to rip him apart limb by limb. She has blood dried all down her face and a cut above her eye, and, worst of all, she's naked from the waist down.

I shove Cason out of my way and head at Damien, seething mad. The only word out of my mouth is his name.

“Well, well, if it isn't the bastard who stole my girl. Brantley, it's so great to see you again.”

“I didn't fucking steal shit from you. It's not my problem she didn't want a worthless piece of shit like you.”

He grins.“Well, you know, I'm okay with that now. I got this little beauty. My god B, her ass is way tighter than Sophie's ever was.”

I see red as I pull my gun out and start walking towards him. He watches me get closer with a huge fucking grin, taunting me. He knows I won't risk her life to kill him. When I get close enough, I rear back and punch him as hard as I can. He tries to take Anslie down with him, but I grab her before he can.

Dom is by my side in a minute, pointing his 50 Cal Desert Eagle at Damien.

I pull my shirt off and pull it over Anslie's head. Then I pull her into my body and she buries her face in my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

Damien gets to his feet and tries to make a grab for her.

Raef steps up and punches Damien in the nose, causing him to stumble back. Dom cocks his gun and raises it to Damien's head. “This, you stupid mother fucker, is for Robbie.” He shoots him once in his left knee. “And this is for my sister,” he says as he pulls the trigger, shooting the fucker in his dick. Damien screams out in pain, like a stuck pig.

Prez walks up and pats me on the shoulder. “As much as I want to put a bullet in his brain, I know you want to more for what happened before. Finish the job.”

I raise my Remington 1911 R1 and put a bullet through Damien's brain.

Anslie shutters at the sound of the gun, then she whimpers and buries herself into my body even more. It's like she's trying to crawl into me, and I squeeze her tighter.

Prez walks over to his dead body and puts three more rounds into his body. “Let’s get this cleaned up, boys,” Prez calls out, and the rest of the guys start moving around the warehouse. “Brant, take her to the house and I'll get the doc to check her out.”

“You got it, Prez.”

“Can you ride, doll?” I whisper in her ear. She nods her head and keeps her body close to me. “I wanna go home,” she sobs.

I pick her up and carry her over to my bike, gently seating her behind me. When she wraps her arms around me, I start my bike and take off.

When we pull up to Prez's, she slowly gets off my bike and walks toward the door. I come up behind her and scoop her into my arms, feeling her whole body tense up. I walk inside with her and take her to her old room.

Setting her on the bed gently, I watch her face to get a gauge on how she's doing. As soon as she's on the bed, she reaches out and grabs my hand. She has it in a death grip and she's whimpering.

"Doll, I'm right here. It's over."

She pulls me to her. I sit on the bed and she curls up in my lap. I watch her body relax and I want to kill that motherfucker again.

The doc walks in and asks me to leave the room so he can check her over. When I go to get up, she clamps on to me, crying and shaking her head over and over. "Please don't leave me."

I look over at the doctor and he nods his head. "I got you, doll."

The doc starts checking her head and face, cleaning blood off her as he goes. Once he's done with that, he asks if she's hurt anywhere else. I feel her body tremble. She puts her face in my chest and nods her head yes. I clench and unclench my fist. The next question is what just about destroys me.

"Were you raped?"

She's shaking like a leaf as she looks up with tears in her eyes and nods yes. I feel the bile rising in my throat. Our eyes lock and she looks scared of what I'll think about her. Quietly she says, "He didn't put it in my..." She trails off.

"Where did he put it?" the doc questions.

"My ass," she mumbles quietly, still looking down. "He used his hand here." She lets out a shuddered breath and points down to her pussy.

I can't fucking think straight. I need to get the fuck out of here. The doc asks her to lie back so he can check her out, and she keeps a death grip on my hand.

Once he's done, he gives her some pain meds and water. "I'll talk with Cason. Make sure she rests."

I nod my head and look down at my beautiful girl. She looks so fragile and broken lying there, curled up in the middle of the bed, still gripping my hand.

I pull out my phone and send Dom a text.

Me:
can you come sit with Anslie?

Dominic:
yea. I'll be in there soon.

Me:
thanks

She falls asleep an hour after the doc leaves. Her grip loosens and I slip my hand out of hers. Dom walks in a few minutes later.

"You okay, brother?"

"No. I want to fucking kill that bastard over and over again. I should have killed him after the last time." I clench my fists.

"B, what happened to Sophie wasn't your fault. He killed her and their baby. You tried to protect her."

"... and I failed." I sneer. "I couldn't protect her from him, just like I couldn't protect Anslie."

"My sister means something to you, yeah?"

I finally look Dom in the eyes. "Yeah, man. I’m in love with her. Hell, I have been since she was sixteen. She means everything to me. But our old man's were right - I'm no good for her. She deserves better."

I watch Dom's posture change before he spits out, "You're going to leave her when she really needs you? You're not the man I thought you were."

I shake my head and walk out the door without answering, punching the wall as I go. As soon as I'm out of Prez's house, I jump on my bike and take off. I leave Vegas without looking back.