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She shakes her head. “I didn’t see any.”
“How much of him did you see, Mae?” I ask, my voice steady and controlled. She looks away, and it’s all the answer I need. “Fuck!” I pull hard on the chains, over and over, yelling and cursing. By the time I’ve exhausted myself, Mae is sobbing harder into the mattress. The sound of my shallow breathing fills the air along with Mae’s quiet sobs. “Okay, Mae, we need a plan.”
I wait for her to look at me. “What kind of plan?”
“Does he ever leave you alone?” She nods her head. “You need to see if you can get help. Look for a phone . . . maybe steal his. Get something sharp. If we can dig around the bolt, I can get free.” She’s nodding, her eyes wide. “Anything you can think of that will help to get us free, Mae.”
We talk. Mae can’t settle, and she tells me about what it was like for her to grow up in the club around all the bikers and women. She tells me things about the guys that I didn’t know. Like Scar, for instance, helps out at a refuge for women who’ve suffered from domestic violence. That one sticks with me the most. I thought I knew all my men, but Scar plays his cards close to his chest. The fact that Mae knows this information gets my mind working overtime. I know deep down it’s because we’re locked up in here. I’m hungry and so thirsty that my body shakes uncontrollably. My arms ache, and I’ve lost feeling in my hands because my circulation has been cut off by the tight chains.
We must drift in and out of sleep. I wake when a hard punch to my stomach sets me coughing until I want to puke. Of course, nothing comes out cos there’s nothing in there. One of the men who brought us here grins. “Seems your daughter isn’t as keen to have pops home as we thought.”
“Lucy?”
“Your club doesn’t care either. You’d think someone in this world would miss you. Aren’t you supposed to be important?” He lands another blow to my stomach.
“You’re a bunch of clowns. They’ll never give you what you want. First, you take the wrong girl, and then you leave the one thing that could have gotten you what you want behind.”
“Yeah, well, we ain’t no kid killers. We’re getting exactly what we want, so don’t worry your pretty little head, Mr. President.” He glances at Mae’s sleeping form. “See that bitch? We know she’s important to you, so we’re gonna start right there.”
They’ve done some homework and it makes me nervous. “She ain’t important, you prick. Did you even bother to look into my club?”
“Club princess, from what I hear.” I watch as he pulls out a syringe and pops off the protective cap. “So, later, we have a surprise, and it involves this bitch,” he hisses, grabbing Mae’s thigh and stabbing the needle into her leg. She wakes instantly, but the guy is already withdrawing it. “She’ll need her rest.” Mae’s eyes drift closed again, and the guy runs his hand over her ass. “I hope I get a go.”
“What the fuck have you done to her?” I growl.
“Trust me, Pres, she’ll be thankful she was out of it,” he sneers, heading for the stairs. “Party tonight. Can’t wait to see you there.”
I wait for him to leave before shouting Mae’s name. She doesn’t respond. I keep talking to her, hoping to God she can hear me and that the shit he just shot in her isn’t enough to kill her. After an hour, her eyes flutter open. “Mae,” I hiss. She tries hard to focus, but it’s a struggle. Her head lolls back and forth. “This is important, Mae, listen,” I whisper.
Her tired eyes blink a few times and then she focuses on me. “They’re coming back. They’re gonna hurt you.” My voice cracks, and I swallow hard. “Baby, are you listening to me? You’ve done brilliantly, but I need you to listen. They want to cause me as much pain as possible, and now they’ve worked out who you are, they’ll be coming to do the only thing that will break me. Do you understand what I’m saying, Mae?” A stray tear rolls down her cheek, and that’s when I know she gets me. She understands what’s coming next. “You have to be brave, Mae, for a bit longer.”
“You said that before and we’re still here, Ace. No one’s coming for us. We’re stuck here like their playthings . . .” I shush her, hearing footsteps approach on the gravel outside. A light pours in as the door is opened and the redhead struts in. Her silk robe is hanging open, her black lace underwear clearly on show. Her heels click on the stone steps as she makes her way inside, carefully carrying a tray. She places it by my feet and smiles at me seductively. “Hey, gorgeous, you miss me?”
“Mystique, how long have we been here?” I croak.
“You know I can’t talk to you about that stuff, handsome.” She picks up a glass from the tray and holds it to my lips for me to drink from. The cool water eases the dryness in my throat. “Please give Mae some.”
Mystique glances at Mae. It’s clear she’s weak and severely dehydrated. “I’m not supposed to until later.”
“She might die. Just a few sips, I’m begging you.”
Mystique gingerly approaches the bed and offers the glass to Mae. Mae sips it desperately, and the water spills down her chin and onto her chest. After a few sips, Mystique takes the glass back to the tray and then picks up a sandwich. She holds it for me to bite. I don’t want to take the food, not when I know Mae won’t have any, but if I want to get us out of here, I need my strength. Mae watches hungrily as I take each bite.
“I was supposed to come in here and fuck you, but then they said that Mae was the way to get at you.” Mystique rubs her hand against my crotch. “It’s a shame. I was looking forward to it.” The lust doesn’t reach her eyes, and I know this is all an act.
“What are they planning instead?”
She smirks. “A fun little party of their own.”
Mystique leaves but returns minutes later with a bowl. She places it by Mae’s
bed and squeezes out a sponge. “I have to wash you, Mae.” Mae remains still, and Mystique begins to open the shirt, running the sponge over her body.
“What do these guys want?” I ask. “I can’t give them what they want if I don’t know what it is.” My pleas are desperate and unlike me. If I was here alone, I’d die before I gave anything up to these motherfuckers, but with Mae here, it changes everything.
“These guys, they have shit to prove. If they can ruin your club, destroy the Mafia, it puts them on the map.” It’s the first bit of information that Mystique has given me. “Your club is in chaos. Your VP is going around in circles and he’s no closer to finding you. The boss has inside information. Don’t underestimate him.” Her tone is rushed and low, and she glances around even though she knows it’s only us in the room.
“None of my guys in the club would be in on this,” I growl.
