Page 73 of Maverick
“I...don’t know...anything. I just cleaned. Never went in the church room...they didn’t tell me anything.”
The big guy got down and right in my face. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I was looking right at his dark, sinister, black eyes. “Listen, bitch. We want to know about the compound. What kinda security do they have? How many guys? Where do they keep their weapons?”
I struggled to catch my breath as he shook me over and over. “I don’t know! They keep that under wraps! All I did was clean and sleep with Maverick! Please let me go!”
The door to the old motel room opened and a new motorcycle guy came in. He looked around and then walked in. “Bad news. Fang was taken. They’re gonna kill him. No way he’ll walk out of that alive. Joker is gonna be pissed.”
The sound of Joker’s name perked me right up. Joker was always my savior before and I prayed that he could be my savior once again.
“Is he comin’ here?”
“Yeah. You’ve got half an hour to get something out of this girl before he comes in and takes over. And if he takes over, your asses are gonna get beat.”
The guy walked out the door and the big guy turned around to face me. “Let’s fucking get to work then.”
They grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into the bathroom. In there, they had placed a portable air conditioner. The big guy grabbed the shower nozzle and hosed me down. Once I was soaking wet, they turned the air conditioner on and placed me in front of it.
The icy burst of cold air stung and I started to shiver immediately. The big guy laughed and closed the door. He took off his belt and looked down at me.
“Are you gonna talk, bitch? I need to get something out of you. Anything. You gotta know how many guys there are. I mean you fucking cleaned the place.”
I stared up at him and didn’t say a word. The Devil’s Highwaymen were the only people who truly showed me what love was. There was no way in hell I would betray them.
“Fuck. You.”
The man shrugged and shoved me on my stomach. “All in good time, Willow. You’ll see. Now, let’s play a little game.” He cracked his leather belt right next to my ear. “Tell me about the clubhouse.”
I shook my head and he laughed. He lifted his hand up above his head and brought it back down. The leather belt slashed across my back. I yelped out in pain as the leather stung me and opened up my skin. I could feel the blood pouring out already.
“Tell. Me.”
“No.”
The belt cracked across my back again. Between the cold and the stinging of the belt, I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be conscious.
The man poured more cold water all over me and ripped my head back by my grungy hair. “Every time you say no, you’re gonna get whipped ten times. And I’ll make you fucking count them out loud. You got it, cunt?”
I looked him dead in the eye, “Eat shit.”
He growled and I could see I was getting to him. If I could hold out, I was sure Joker would save me. But then again, he was being sent here to get info out of me. Would our old friendship mean anything to him? Or would the club come first?
The man cracked the belt across my back and I arched at the sting. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Start counting.”
“Just fucking kill me. I’m not telling you shit.”
“JUST TELL ME ANYTHING! You don’t understand. I need something. If Joker comes in here and I have nothing, my ass is on the line.”
I laughed and started to cough. The cold was making me shake like crazy and shut my body down. “I don’t give a shit about you.”
The man lost it and started to kick the shit out of me. “I don’t care anymore! You’re worthless! Why Fang and Snake thought you were our golden opportunity is beyond me!”
I curled up in a ball to try and protect myself. I covered my head as the man started to kick and punch me over and over. He kicked me right in the face and I heard my nose snap as blood started to pour out of my nose. Ribs cracked as he kicked me in the chest. The man dragged me out of the bedroom and flung me on the bed.
He started to unzip his pants and pulled them down. Stalking over, he started to tie me to the bed. I tried to escape, but he just slapped me and held me down.
“Stop fucking squirming around!”
I spit toward him and he grabbed a face cloth and shoved it in my mouth. My hands were stretched above me and he tied my legs to each post at the bottom of the bed.
