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-Spade-
Leaving the cemetery, not in the right headspace, I stop at the nearest pump station to gas up and get a drink. I’m thirsty as fuck. I can’t believe I left without my phone or a loaded gun. I’m a sitting duck out here. Swiping my card in the reader, I put gas in my bike. Once it’s filled, I head inside for a drink. Looking at the beverage case, I see the beer and think better of it since I’m riding tonight. I grab an energy drink and a slim jim instead, pay for my stuff and head back out. Opening the slim jim, I take the first bite, savoring the smokey taste on my tongue. The first thing I notice is that the parking lot is riddled with other bikers, but not just any bikers. Devil Incarnates. Fuck, this is technically their turf, and again, I’m just a sitting fucking duck. How can I be so fucking stupid? I know better than this.
Calmly I walk over to my bike and start it. I down my energy drink and finish my snack. I have a feeling I’m going to need all the energy I can get. Placing my helmet back on, I hit the clutch, and get out of there slowly. I exit the parking lot and hit the throttle full force, and that’s when I hear the rumbles of their bikes come to life. Fuck. I can’t even alert anyone because I’m a fucking idiot who is so wrapped up in the girl I love and cannot live without. She’s clearly clouding my mind. I’m never going to make it. My bike is fast, but there are too many of them. I just need to get to the gates of the Academy. They aren’t permitted beyond those steel bars. Fuck. I feel like a pussy running, but what else am I supposed to do?
The rumbling is getting closer and I hear a gun go off. Mother fucker. I push my bike to the max, but it does nothing. Another shot rings in the air, nearly missing my head. Everything slows as another shot rings through the night, clipping my tire, and the bike flies into the air. Letting go of the handlebars, I plummet off the bike, and feel my body skidding across the pavement while my skin shreds from the concrete. My helmet bounces off the ground four times until my body comes to a stop and then lights out.
Waking up, my body is on fire. My limbs ache, and it feels like someone has torn my skin from the muscle. I’m in nothing but my boxers. The room is dark, cold and damp and there are no windows in here. Metal cuffs secure my wrists, attached to chains above my shoulders. My head lulls to the side. Fuck. I need to find the energy and willpower to get through whatever this is. I’m trained for this. Peeling my eyes open I see a few figures I’ve never seen before sitting in front of me, watching and studying my every movement. The club has me chained up, but for what? Why? Fuck! No one knows where I am. I’ll never get to see Jade again, and this is her own club’s doing. This fucks with my mental state even more so. Maybe this is it, maybe I’ll get to see Am’s again. I did tell her I’d see her soon after all. I just didn’t expect it to be this soon. Fuck this life. My chest tightens at the thought of never seeing my Babygirl again. This is maddening. Never being able to feel her soft skin under my touch. I’d give anything to hear her giggle one last time. Get it together Spade, you are not dying here. Don’t let them win. Jade wouldn’t want to see you this weak.
“Welcome to your worst nightmare, Cartel fucker,” Some big biker fuck says. I laugh, and Jesus Christ does it hurt like a bitch.
“That’s all you got?” I ask breathlessly. He gets up and comes behind me, pouring some kind of substance onto my back that makes me want to scream out in pain, but I bite my tongue, causing it to bleed. Its fucking salt. He repeatedly drizzles the salt, and it seeps into my skin. The burning is almost intolerable. My face is dripping sweat, even though I’m damn near naked, and the room is freezing. The other one comes closer sliding his fingers into the brass knuckles. I don’t have time to brace myself, my bones crunch and break underneath the skin as this mother fucker continues to beat the fucking shit out of me. My body sags further to the ground, pulling at my shoulders that are holding me up by the chains attached to the wall.
“This is what happens, boy, when you fuck with club property. Not only are you fucking our club’s princess, but you thought it was okay to come into our compound and take what belongs to our VP.”
“I go where she goes. Get over it.” I respond through harsh breaths, smelling burning rubber and then feel my skin melt off my back down to the bone. I don’t say a word. This is what they want. They want to break me. If my father can’t break me, these biker bitches will never get me to either.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong. She doesn’t belong to you, she’s club property and belongs to our enforcer,” another meathead says. I laugh sinisterly.
“The only thing that prick owns is his little shriveled dick. Jade wants a real man, not some little bitch.” I say through gritted teeth, spitting blood onto the ground and letting it drip down my chin.
“Matter of fact, where is your little bitch boy?” I laugh manically as more salt is being poured onto my open skin. I laugh harder through the pain, letting it fuel me to survive this shit. The man sitting comes over and pistol whips me. The last thing I hear before seeing gorgeous green eyes laying on a bed waiting for me is,
“The boss will be here shortly to deal with you. Nighty night, bitch.”
12
The Dungeon
-Jade-
Walking into the Dungeon, it’s fucking packed tonight. I see Hayden and give him the two-finger salute. What intrigues me more is when I spot Dumpster Craig, the crackhead from Harlem, who sells for the club. I saunter over to him, his blue eyes meet mine, and he smiles.
“DC, you got any black beauties?” I take out a bill and hand it to him. He walks us over to the bar, I order a vodka redbull, and he hands me twenty pills.
“These are thirties, extended releases, and don’t tell anyone you got them from me. I don’t need the twins breathing down my neck.” I zip my lips, throw away the proverbial key, and tell him, “Mums the word DC, I got your back. Give me your number so I know where to go when I need more.” He rubs his hand over his face but takes the phone when I hand it to him. He enters his number, tossing my phone back at me.
“Until next time, Chickity.” I nod, taking two pills between my fingers and placing them on my tongue, washing them down with my drink. I saunter over to Hayden, handing him a wad of cash.
“Looking good, Prettyboy.” He chuckles, shaking his head. He’s tall as fuck with muscles for days. His long, dirty blonde hair is tied back in a man bun, and his blue eyes are sparkling. His body is filled with tattoos. I haven’t seen him for a bit because he’d spent some time in lockup for a crime he didn’t even commit. He’s a gorgeous man, but I don’t look at him in that way. I’ve known him since he was a little twerp. His mom used to come clean the clubhouse on the weekends to pay off her drug debt. She was not a pleasant woman, and not a single man wanted her. So to pay her shit off, she cleaned and would bring Hayden along. I bump my shoulder into his arm, and he looks down at me. He grabs my face, but I shove him away.
“What happened to your face Bikergirl? Who did that to you?” he questions.
“No one, mind your business.” I narrow my eyes at him. He sighs, holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m going to lock my stuff up in the locker room and stretch. How long until I get in the cage?”
“Five minutes or less, so I’d move that ass if I were you.” He shoves me towards the back and I side eye his big ass. He laughs at me and leaves me to my own devices. I open the locker room door to an empty space filled with a few rows of lockers and benches in between. I pick a locker in the furthest section of the room, put my belongings inside, and shed my hoodie. I stretch out my limbs, doing a few exercises, before hearing my name being called.
Here we go, mother fuckers.
***
My head whips to the side as my opponent lays a few punches to my face. I revel in the pain. I spit the blood at her face. Circling her, I jab her a couple of times in the ribs, making her wince. She kicks out at my calves, connecting, causing me to lose my footing and my knees to scrape on the rubber mats. My opponent uses this to her advantage and kicks me in the ribs and lays a good punch to my cheek, causing my fresh cut to reopen. Then I feel it. The rush of the black beauties, aka Addies, finally hit my system, giving me a euphoric feeling that spreads through my veins. My adrenaline increases, and I get up with a roar, charging at my opponent, and I give her everything I’ve got. I kick out and connect with the back of her knees. My focus is laser sharp as I wrap her long blonde hair around my wrist and yank her head down to knee her in the face. Still holding her head, I punch her in the nose and blood sprays all over the mats. I continue to lay punches on her face repeatedly. She taps my arm, but I don’t let up. I keep going, even when the bell rings. It’s not until I hear my name screamed through the crowd, that I stop.
“JADE, ENOUGH!” Hayden gets into the cage, grabbing me. I release my opponent and take a break against the chain-link of the cage.
“I think this was enough, Bikergirl.” Hayden whispers in my ear. I look up at him and shake my head.
