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“I would’ve gone with him if he had woken me up,” my dad says seriously.
“I know. He didn’t want to wake you up though. Ricochet was still up and he went with him so he wasn’t alone. Brantley watched over me from the hall. It didn’t take him long to get it and come home.”
“Next time, I’ll go with him. He can wake me up at any time.”
Pulling into the parking lot of the store, my dad parks as close as he can to the doors with Ricochet pulling in right next to him. Two of the Prospects get out of the other SUV and remain at the vehicles while everyone else comes inside with us. Everyone with us grabs a cart as we make our way through the store. My dad loads up his cart with things he knows I typically eat and drink along with a few things he’s seen me eating since getting pregnant. The man even buys a milkshake machine so we don’t have to leave the clubhouse to get one. I love him so much! That’s the first thing I’m going to do when we get back. I’m gonna make my own shake and see if it’s as good as the ones Haley makes.
By the time we had everything that was needed for the clubhouse, what my dad was getting for me, and what our guests needed, we spent a ton of money in the store. They opened a register just to take care of us because some of us had more than one cart. Vanessa wasn’t lying when she said we were almost out of everything. Not just food things either. We’re almost out of cleaning supplies, toilet paper, diapers and wipes for the kids still using them, and so many other things. I might have also added a few things I started craving while we’re walking through the store. Mainly chocolate and chips. I’m craving salty and sweet right now.
Now, the guys are loading everything up in the SUVs and trying to make it all fit while we sit inside. Each of us have bags surrounding us. I’ve got three on my lap, some between my feet on the floor, and more between Vanessa and me on the seat. The rest of the girls have even more bags sitting on them than I do. They don’t want to load me down because I’m pregnant. I’m not even upset about it because I have been having more pain in my stomach again. I just haven’t told anyone about it. It’s more than likely just the ligaments stretching once again and so I’m trying not to worry.
Once everything is loaded up in the vehicles and the doors are shut, Brantley takes care of the carts before getting back in the passenger seat of the SUV I’m in. My dad pulls out of the parking lot and heads back to the clubhouse. We don’t make it very far before we’re being pulled over. Ricochet and my dad both pull over since we’re not sure which one of us was being pulled over by the cops. Looking out the back window, my heart drops as I realize who’s pulling us over.
“Dad,” I begin to say before my door is yanked open and I’ve got a gun in my face.
“Quinn Wilson, you’re under arrest for possession of a controlled substance and resisting arrest from a few weeks ago,” Lopez says, a sneer on his face as he looks at me with disdain filling his eyes.
“You can’t arrest my daughter for trumped up charges that won’t fuckin’ stick,” my dad explodes from the driver’s seat. “Show me the drugs she’s supposedly got on her right now.”
“I don’t have to show you a fucking thing. Keep your hands on the steering wheel or you’ll be going to jail with her. Now, Quinn, get out of the damn SUV and lets go,” Lopez yells, his voice rubbing me the wrong way.
“It’s okay Quinn. We’ll meet you at the jail and bring the club’s lawyer with us. From what I can see this asshat is goin’ to be the one behind bars. You’re fuckin’ body cam isn’t even on like it should be. And there’s no one else here with you considerin’ you have not one, but two vehicles pulled over. However, I have a camera recordin’ you right now and there are cameras all over town now. Can you really handle goin’ back in front of your boss for this shit?” my dad says, his voice colder and deadlier than I’ve ever heard it before.
“Shut the fuck up!” Lopez shouts, pulling me from the SUV and slamming the door shut behind me.
He slams my head off the side of the vehicle while wrenching my arms behind my back. I somehow managed to protect my stomach from hitting the SUV and doing possible damage to the baby. Lopez puts the cuffs on me tighter than they need to be as the metal cuts into my skin. As he starts pulling me away, I hear a door open and know it’s my dad without having to look.
“Quinn, are you okay, little princess?” he asks, his steps moving toward us at a fast pace.
“I’m okay, Daddy. Get the guys and come get me the fuck out of here and away from this prick. We’re gonna take his job and make sure he never hurts anyone else ever again,” I promise my dad as I feel blood running down my face. That’s the only reason I don’t turn around to face my dad. If he sees the blood on me, he’ll lose his shit. The women will too.
After opening the door, Lopez shoves me into the back of his car and slams the door in my face. It takes every fiber of my being not to turn and look to my dad for help. I’ve never been arrested before in my life and this isn’t just some cop arresting me. It’s one who got in trouble because of me. This is nothing more than him getting revenge so I know I’ll be out in a matter of hours. Nothing will stick and I’m sure the lawyer will be pissed as fuck about this entire situation.
Lopez gets in the driver’s seat and starts the engine before pulling away. Tears roll silently down my face as I pay attention to where we’re going. I don’t have a good feeling about this and know deep down I’m not going to jail. Lopez is taking me somewhere and nothing good will happen to me once I’m there. Being that the guys are in the SUVs, it will be easy for him to see them following him. I’m literally going to be left alone as I finger the leather bracelet I got from Wicked a few days ago. I was supposed to get it with the rag, but this took longer to make for some reason.
“Where are you taking me? This isn’t the way to the jail,” I ask Lopez who just starts laughing in response.
“You all think you’re so fucking smart and better than everyone in Cedar Bay. Well, you’re fucking wrong. None of you are anything more than fucking scumbag gang bangers. It’s about time something be done about all of you once and for all. I was paid by a good friend of mine to take you from the club and keep you safe and sound. Today I’m just the drop off person. Tomorrow we’ll get to spend plenty of time getting to know one another. You’re obviously a little fucking slut based on how pregnant you are. Do you even know who your child’s father is?” Lopez taunts me, his voice full of derision.
“My husband is the father of my baby you stupid fuck. I’m not some fucking whore. I’m a damn wife and an ol’ lady of a member. The Vice President actually. Not only that, but I grew up in the club since my dad is a member of a different chapter. You’re in more trouble than you fucking know. So is Horton because there’s no doubt in my mind he’s the fucking twatwaffle behind this shit. So, I’m just gonna sit back and wait for my family to come fucking gut you like the animal you are. I hope you bleed out slowly and suffer until your last fucking breath,” I say, my voice growing harder with each word I speak.
“Your so-called family won’t be able to fucking find you, little princess,” Lopez says, mocking the nickname my dad has called me my entire life.
“Don’t you ever fucking call me that, asshole!” I yell out, trying to remain as calm as possible despite being pissed as fuck.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want and you’ll soon be screaming my name louder than what you just yelled. Bitch, you’re nothing more than a common slut like every other woman I’ve met. Well, I’m gonna make sure you’re treated as such,” Lopez says, turning down a dirt road after heading out of town for a few miles.
“I’ll never scream your name! You’re never gonna touch me for any reason. If you get too close to me, I’m gonna cut your fucking balls off myself. You have no clue who I am or what I’m capable of,” I tell him, trying to push my fear aside.
I have no clue who else is gonna be wherever I’m being taken. I’m also not sure what they’re going to do to me or how bad I’ll be hurt before my family can find me. See, I already know there’s a tracker in the bracelet Wicked gave me. We all know it’s there. The second my dad gets back to the clubhouse, the tracker for me will be pulled up and the guys will come get me. Lopez seriously has no clue what the fuck he’s done or who he’s going up against. All because he’s in Horton’s pocket.
I remain quiet as Lopez finally comes to a stop at some abandoned farmhouse. He gets out of his car without shutting the engine off and makes his way around to my side of the car. Opening my door, I’m yanked out by my hair and dragged up to the house in front of me. Lopez takes me inside and up a set of stairs to the first room in the hallway. I’m tossed onto a bed before the handcuffs are removed and I’m attached to the bed frame.
“I’m gonna let your babysitter know you’re here. I’ll be seeing you real soon, Quinn,” Lopez says, running his hand down my chest as I kick out at him and land a solid hit to his thigh. I almost manage to get his balls, but he twisted at the last second.
Without another word, Lopez leaves the room and I listen to him head back down the stairs. There’s no point in trying to get loose from the handcuffs because they’re once again tighter than they should be and digging into my skin. The last thing I want is to cause more damage that will have to be repaired once I get rescued from here. So, I lay back on the bed and take in everything around me.
I’m in a dirty room with the windows boarded up. The carpeting on the floor looks as if it’s been here since carpeting was first invented and installed in homes. It’s just as dirty as well. The wallpaper is peeling away in so many places I’m surprised it’s still attached at all. The bed frame is metal and creaks with every move I make. There’s one other door in here that’s most likely a closet and a lonely dresser that looks as if it’s about to fall over and bust apart. There’s nothing else in this room.
