“Only one person would come in here like that and take her.” I turn around to find Fuel and notice Shawna is gone. I don’t have time for her bullshit. “Fuel, do you know where they took you?”
“It was a hunting cabin down by the river.”
“Can you find your way back there?” I ask.
“Fucking A, I can, Prez. I’m gonna need a bike though.”
“Ride your own.” Crusher yanks a set of keys off the peg by the door and tosses them to Fuel. “You didn’t think we left your bike out there, did you?”
“Then I’m ready, Prez. Let’s get our girl back.” I level Fuel with a piercing stare. This is no time to be making fucking jokes. My girl’s in danger. Fuel puts his hands up in surrender and cracks a smile. “Too soon? I’ve got no claim to her, Prez, but I want her safe just as much as you do.”
I step to him, “Then what are you standing there for? Let’s fucking go already.” I bark. “Cobra, you’re with us. The rest of you stay here and fix the fucking fence. Stay alert. I don’t think this is gonna end here.”
“I’m coming too, you don’t know what you’re walking into.” Crusher states. He may work my nerves, but he always has my back, and he’s not one to sit out on a fight. That’s what makes him a good Captain.
“Me too.” Axel jumps to his feet.
I nod in agreement. They’re right, there’s safety in numbers. “Prospect follow in the van. I need the rest of you here.”
Fuel, Cobra, Crusher, Axel and the Prospect follow me out of the clubhouse. I mount my bike, pull back the throttle and take off down the drive like a bat out of hell. My heart is racing in my chest as I worry about what Adam’s already done to Raven. They may have a past, but we have a future and I won’t let that fucker take her away from me.
My brothers are on my tail by the time I reach the main drag. They pull into formation behind me, Crusher on my left, Cobra behind him, Fuel on my right and Axel and the Prospect in the rear. I’m riding blind, Fuel is the only one who knows the way, so I wave my hand in the air motioning for him to pull forward. “Take the lead brother and get me there fast.”
Chapter 23
Raven
Icome to in a dimlylit room. I’m lying on a stained mattress with the smell of body odor and god knows what else stinging my nose. I scramble to my feet, not able to get up fast enough but my legs buckle, and I crash hard onto the floor. A deep cackle erupts from somewhere in the dark. The haunting sound fills my ears, it’s a sound I had prayed I’d never hear again. My eyes sweep my surroundings, but all I see is a ring of dim light on the floor. I push myself to my feet. His evil laugh is surrounding me. I’m unable to pinpoint where it’s coming from. The room spins before my eyes as I turn around. There’s a small window, but there’s a board covering it that’s stopping any light from getting inside. I can’t even tell if it’s night or day or how long I was unconscious. Whatever he drugged me with is intensifying every sound. My thoughts are scattered, and my breaths are rapid. I make a complete circle, trying to get my bearings, and my eyes land on Adam. The effects of the drugs warping his face as his distorted voice fills my ears. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but his distorted face twists up and then down until it comes into focus. His deep brown eyes are almost black with the evil plaguing him. The corner of his lip twitches up. He’s got days old stubble on his chin and his hair is longer than when I last saw him, but he’s still the same man who tried to kill me. My hatred for him seethes in my gut.
He draws his hand through his hair, “I can still feel the scar you left me with.”
He snatches my hand and presses it against the side of his head. His scar is nothing compared to the ones he’s left me with. They may not be physical, but they are even deeper than anything I did to him in self-defense. His hand tightens around my wrist and he twists my arm in front of him, so my wrist is pointing up. With his free hand, he rips my bracelet off and tosses it to the floor. “You don’t deserve to wear this! I won’t let you hide your scars, so you don’t have to think about what you did. All of this is your fault.”
I can’t hold back the tears that sting my eyes. “Stop,” I cry.
“You fuck everything up, you stupid whore. It was supposed to be you, not her.”
