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CHAPTER 33
CHAINS
“FUCK!” I cut the call and try her number again and hit the loudspeaker, her sweet voice filtering out. When it finally does connect, it goes to voicemail. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Pres asks with caution as he stands from his chair.
I pocket my cell and jog around the table. “I need to get the fuck out of here.”
“Chains? Stop.” He orders as I yank open the door and my eyes meet his. “Tell me.”
“I need to get to the bar. I don’t know what the fuck is happening, but she rang me, we spoke about earlier and went to tell me something else but never got to tell me.” Storming over to the locked unit where we keep the handguns, I grab another and fill my pockets with bullets, check my leg for my knife then head out, shoving this gun in the front of my jeans as I go, not waiting for anyone, I haven’t got time to wait.
As I’m charging through the clubhouse, Pres follows close behind and Reaper is rounding up the brothers. “She went out front of the bar and then weirdly her cell is now going to voicemail, but I can swear I heard her scream before we got cut off.” Reaper catches up with us as we cross the main room. One after another looking up as we pass through.
Pres starts shouting orders to the others, but I don’t wait for them. Instead, I head out of the compound and get on my bike. Reaper breaks through the door as I’m revving the engine.
“Wait. Don’t leave without us. We do this together.”
“Then catch me up, because I’m not staying here for another fucking second if Luna needs me.” He nods just as the guys filter out, with my engine rumbling away, I drive off, racing out of the compound and head to Luna.
I stop my bike a little way from the bar and pull my cell from the front pocket of my jeans. I try Luna again but again; it goes to voicemail. A low rumble comes up behind me as the brothers join me, with Reaper coming to a stop beside me.
“How do you want to go in?” I turn my head to him,
“We don’t even know what we’re walking into,” I see the bar from where I’m situated, “but I’m not about to waste another second. Let’s go.”
CHAPTER 34
LUNA
“You know you won’t get away with this, Mac.” Grinding the words out through my teeth.
“Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to fucking speak?” I pull at the rope around my wrists as I sit with my back against the wall. Where the hell is Liam? Did he know they were here? Maybe he’s gone to find help… no, he wouldn’t leave me here, at least I don’t think he would.
“Where the fuck is he?” Mac asks someone, I’m not sure who, because I can’t see from the ground.
“There’s no one else here?” My heart sinks, and my eyes shut tight as tears prick at them. Could he really have left me in the hands of fate? I refuse to cry, I’m stronger than that, and I’ll fight to the very fucking end. I’ll show him he can’t mess with me.
“He’s fucking here. I heard that bitch say Liam was here. So go fucking find him, or I’ll fucking shoot ya.”
The front door is shut now, I think he locked it with the deadlock. If he did then no one is going to get in here, it was designed to keep people out, not even a battering ram would get through that sucker. Where is Liam? I ask myself again, hoping like hell that he’s just hiding and he’ll to jump out and rescue me.
“What do you hope to get from this?” I ask Mac. I don’t understand his mentality. He drops to a squat in front of me with his knife in his hand and points it at me. “If you don’t keep quiet, I’m gonna cut out your fucking tongue. Right?” I hold his vicious glare. “I wonder what’s taking lover boy so long. Thought he’d have been here by now. Obviously not that bothered.”
“Fuck you.” I spit. He pushes the knife closer to my face, the tip of his blade right in front of my face, another millimeter and it’ll be piercing the tip of my nose but he holds it steady.
“I won’t warn you again.” His menacing tone makes me nervous.
“What are you going to do to me?” I have to keep him talking. When he’s quiet, he thinks more, and when you’ve got a brain the size of Mac’s, that’s dangerous.
“Oh, I have plenty of plans for you.” The point of the knife pushes into the surface of my skin, my heartbeat ramping up. I freeze as he lifts the knife slightly and flicks the hair out of my face. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything until your boyfriend is here.” He leans forward, taking the knife away from my face and replaces it with his face, “I want to see his face twist up in pain. I want him to watch me torture you.”
“You think he’ll let you get away with that?”
He reaches his hand out, and tightly pinches my chin between his finger and thumb. “He won’t have a fucking choice.”
“I hope when he does come for me, that he makes you fucking suffer first before he ends your useless, miserable fucking life.”
