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“Thanks,” I sigh, my shoulders drop and I move my neck to crack it from the tension. “Got some painkillers before we talk? My head’s killing me.”
“Bathroom” he laughs and shakes his head. “Meet me in my office, I’ll gather the others so you can head out.”
The Prez leaves me to it and goes in search of his brothers. Never thought the day would come when we would rely on the Chaos Brotherhood to help our asses but there’s a time for everything, and just like we have all said we're family. One way or another we will always have each other's backs. They took care of Rachel when Knox and I couldn’t, and now they are taking care of Alexis while Trevor can’t. I just hope it doesn’t take too long to get Emma back and put Robert where he belongs.
Six feet under.
TWENTY-SEVEN
EMMA
The last thing I remember was seeing my father and then passing out onto the hard gravel of the parking lot of the diner we had been out. I have no idea how the hell he found us. We ditched all of our things when we left with Trevor. The only thing I can think of is that one of us has something implanted in us, or well I do. I doubt he would do that to Alexis because he hasn’t ever cared about her. Her blood is tainted in his opinion.
As I start to become more aware of my surroundings I notice I’m laying on a somewhat soft surface. It feels like we’re moving though I can’t see anything even as I blink my eyes which means that I have some kind of blindfold on. As we make a couple of turns I almost slide off the seat but a hand stops me which makes me think that someone is possibly back here with me or there is another person in the front seat watching me. Not sure where they think I would go because as I test my movement I can tell my wrists are tied in front of me and my ankles are bound as well.
Wow, my dad really didn’t want me to escape.
The harder I try to concentrate on listening to everything around me the more my head hurts. It takes everything in me to not make a sound. I don’t want them to know that I’m awake just yet. Maybe if they think I’m not, they might give something away. That was my thought at least but they haven’t spoken in the short amount of time that I’ve been awake so I doubt they will.
The car makes a couple more turns before we finally come to a stop. Holding my breath I waited to see what was going to happen next. The door next to my feet opens and I feel hands pulling me out and slinging me over someone's shoulder carrying me. Their shoulder digs into my stomach and every part of me wants to fidget trying to get their bone to stop pressing up against my ribs.
“Get her inside and on the chair. The sedative should be wearing off soon,” I hear my father's gruff voice demand.
Of course, he gave me a sedative. The bastard wanted to make sure there wasn’t going to be a chance I would remember how we got here to tell anyone. That also explains why my head is so fuzzy. I never did react well to certain meds. When I had Alexis they wanted to put me to sleep through the c-section, courtesy of my father's demands, but I just ended up waking up during the procedure. I’m sure he wanted that so he could take Alexis away from me but since I was awake it wasn’t going to happen.
I already know I’m not going to have a chance to fight to get away. At least not from the start. I know I’m going to need to comply with my father until Trevor and the others have time to get to me. Either way, I’m going to receive a beating but just maybe it will be less if I cooperate.
I doubt it though.
We didn’t walk far before I heard a metal door sliding open. Once inside the door, the male carrying me shuffled me around a little before placing me down into a hard cold metal chair. I felt goosebumps forming on my arms from how cold the chair was. It was like a shock to my system that I wasn’t ready for.
“I know you’re awake, Emma,” my father taunts as he removes my blindfold. “Don’t try to move too much. The sedative in your system is going to be hell on your body for a while.”
I keep my mouth shut as I stare at the man who fathered me. He was never an actual father to me and could care less about me. His dark brown eyes are full of hatred and disgust as he stares at me. His arms are crossed in front of his chest trying to appear intimidating. Too bad I learned not to be afraid of him a long time ago. He would never be happy with me no matter what I did.
“I know that disgusting man touched you. I hope you got it out of your system because you will never see him again. Your brother is under strict orders to kill him tonight before the fights are over. I also paid off his opponent to make sure he’s injured enough to not put up a fight.” The smirk on his face makes me wish I could slap him right now. When I try to get out of the chair I am in a pair of strong hands land on my shoulders and hold me in place.
“Ah so that gets you to react, the thought of your lover dead. Damn, I should have done that years ago instead of just letting him leave you high and dry.” His words are cold and dead as he stares at me.
This time I didn't react. Trevor and I had already discussed the reason he left ten years ago. I knew my father was behind it and Trevor thought it was the only way to protect me. Neither of us can change the past but it doesn’t mean our future needs to be the same. I just have to trust Trevor to sense a trap and to come out of his encounter alive. If he does… Well, I trust him to come to find me no matter what. Now that he has Alexis and I back in his life he won’t give us up easily. Trevor will burn the world down to find me. I just have to bide my time and wait.
“Why did you run, Emma?” my father's harsh voice questions. “You had to know I would find you. I always know where you are. It was convenient that you all finally left to head into town.”
My head tilts to the side slightly at his words. Convenient? I guess that’s one way to put it. But if he was tracking me somehow then why didn’t he come to the house at any point? That doesn’t make any sense. He had a week to know where we were staying. Why grab me when we went into town?
“I asked you a question,” he snarls and nods toward a man I hadn’t seen before.
The man he nods to back hands me across the face making my head snap to the side. Pain spread from where he hit my cheek and I can feel the skin heating up. I’m definitely going to have a mark from that. Originally, I had expected all hits I took to be places that could be hidden but I guess that wasn’t going to be the case. I wonder what story he will spin when he shows me off to the public and I have a giant bruise on my face.
The male who hit me moves far enough in front of me that I can finally get a good look at him. He’s tall, dark, and scary. His black hair hangs slightly in his face covering one eye which makes him look more mysterious. He’s wearing an all-black suit, complete with a black tie and a black button-down shirt. I can see tattoos all around his neck. If the whole situation wasn’t so terrifying I would probably be slightly attracted to the man. I did always love the bad boys in the romance novels I read, they were just misunderstood. Though I highly doubt this man is misunderstood in any way.
“Don’t think he’s going to save you,” my father retorts when he catches me watching the man who just hit me. “My friend here is the head of his family and he has no issues causing you pain on my behalf. He answers to me.”
That was the last thing I was thinking of but of course, my father would assume that. Probably in his eyes, he thinks I would just spread my legs for any man in hopes it would help me. He would be completely wrong. The only man I ever want to touch me is Trevor. The second someone else did, I would have to scrub my skin off trying to clean their touch away from me.
“Gag her and keep her tied up. Let her stew in her thoughts for a bit and then I’ll make her talk.” My father instructs then turns away from me and walks out the very door I had been carried through.
The male who was holding me in the chair began to wrap the rope around my chest, waist, and legs tying me to the chair I was seated in. Once he was done tying me up a rag was tied in place around my mouth making it so I couldn’t talk at all. The thing tasted disgusting and it made me choke. I would have preferred duct tape over my mouth to this filthy thing. I tried to focus on breathing through my nose and just remaining calm. Anger and fear weren’t going to help me here. Yeah, I was feeling both. Who knew what my father was planning to do to me now that he had found me?
