Ride hard, p.27
Ride Hard, page 27
“You’ll do more than that.” His fingers dig into my arm.
“Stop. You’re hurting me.”
Todd laughs. “Hurting you? Look at my face,” he snarls, bloody spit flying at me.
“Do you want some ice?” I try to jerk out of his hold, but this only serves to piss him off. His hand flies back. Thwack. His palm connects with my cheek. I bite my tongue as my skin burns and stings from the slap. “Please, Todd. I swear. I’ll make it up to you.”
His fist connects with my eye and I scream. “You can start now.” His hand slides up my arm, squeezing my shoulder, and pressing me to my knees so that I’m kneeling at his feet.
I swallow the bile that creeps up the back of my throat. My stomach clenches and I grind my teeth. Jerking his belt, he undoes the button and zipper of his dark blue jeans. Tears gather in the creases of my eyes as he looms over me. Todd’s always been a bit of a dickhead, but I never expected this from him. Grabbing me by the back of my hair, he yanks hard, forcing me to glance up at him. Lips puffy, eyes swollen and bruises forming, Todd glares at me as though he wishes I were dead.
“Always a cock tease. Not anymore. Tonight you’re gonna pay up.”
“No. Please don’t. I’ll get you the money.”
“Shut up, bitch,” he growls in my face and knocks me on my ass. I roll to my stomach and try to crawl toward the kitchen. There’s a set of butcher knives on the counter if I could get to them, I’d stab his eyes out and cut off his dick. Todd grabs hold of my hips and drags me across the carpet, the friction rubbing the exposed skin of my belly. Jerking the bottoms of my uniform down he bears down on me, his weight pinning me in place.
I choke out a sob. “Oh, God. Please no.” I feel the heat of his skin poking against my back side. “Stop it, Todd. You don’t want to do this. Not like this.” Fear bubbles in my chest as he continues to ignore me, forcing me to spread my legs for him.
“Shut up. You’ve been teasing my cock for months, you fuckin’ slut. Tonight you’re gonna give me what I’ve been waiting for. You owe me.”
Trembling beneath him I stare at the end table next to the couch. Beside the lamp is a picture of Rochelle’s dad and her mom in a pretty white frame. It’s their wedding day. Both baby faced and not much older than I am now. James wearing this beautiful smile on his face and probably one of the only times the man has been in a suit. He’s holding Rochelle on his hip. I imagine him gazing at me like that. Full of love, adoration, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.
As Todd’s body slams against mine, I pretend I’m in that photo in place of Ruthie, and I get lost in the fantasy. Pretending I’m somewhere else. That I’m someone else with each brutal thrust as my stomach slides over the carpet. “That’s it. Take it, you whore.” The heat of his breath fans along my neck. Bile churns, in the pit of my belly, clawing its way up my throat.
Todd bites and nips at me like a savage animal. His teeth digging deep enough to draw blood.
I hear the front door open and pray its Murder.
“What do we have here?” A gritty voice growls.
I hear the bones in Todd’s nose crunch, and he cries out.
I try to see who my savior is, but one eye is swollen, and my vision is hazy. “This the little bitch who got off with the product?”
“You broke my nose,” Todd whines.
“Make yourself useful and tie her up.”
I try to crawl away from them but it’s no use. I’m no match for the two of them.
Chapter Three
Two Weeks Later
“What are you looking at?” I step up behind Grudge who is staring hard at the gate to our compound. The Devil’s Playground.
“That’s the third time she’s walked past the gate in the last ten minutes.”
I move to stand next to him to see who she is.
One look at her blonde braids and the way her skirt swishes when she walks, hinting at the curve of her ass cheeks, and I know exactly who she is. Alexa. My daughter Rochelle’s friend. “I got this.”
“You know her?”
“Yup.” I leave off the unfortunately. Fucking Alexa showed up at house two weeks ago in need of a place to stay and then she vanished. No one has seen her since. Her folks and the police been leaning on me for information, but I didn’t know what the fuck to tell them. I pointed them in the direction of that stupid fuck she was dating. Little prick Todd but he’s been missing too. I figured she skipped town with him.
“Looks like jailbait, brother.”
“She is.” I climb on my motorcycle wondering why she’s wearing her cheerleading uniform still and Grudge opens the gate. I roar onto the main road and her red and black skirt flies up exposing her black lace thong and tanned ass cheeks. Jesus. I look away. I idle and wait for her to approach me. When I see her face, my blood runs cold. “What the fuck happened?” I glare at the black and blue bruise circling her left eye.
Alexa wraps her arms around her middle and shakes her head. “Nothing. I just...I don’t want to be alone...I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.” Her pearly whites graze her plump cherry stained lips. Her thick black lashes flutter as she blinks away her tears. She swipes them away quickly, sniffling. “I should go. I’m not your problem.”
“Well you’ve made it mine by showing up here,” I snarl at her. “Who gave you the shiner? You didn’t have that shit las time I saw you.”
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
“Asked you a question. I expect an answer.”
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Just don’t ask me any questions. Please.”
“Get on.”
“Umm.”
“Now,” I bark, and she startles, but climbs on. Her arms go around my middle, holding on for dear life. Her tits smash against my back, and I speed away hoping no one other than Grudge saw me putting another woman on the back of my Road King who isn’t my wife. Politics within our club are fragile. Shit is split down the middle. I don’t need any trouble with Lion right now.
As they say between the legs is between the legs and the only bitch who rides bitch should be your Old Lady, but this is an emergency.
Banks better not have had shit all to do with this. I’ll deal with him later. Right now, finding out what in the hell happened to Alexa is my priority. She was under my roof when she disappeared. Motherfucker.
I drive to a safehouse the club owns but rarely uses. Alexa can sleep here for the night, and I can get her story before I turn her back over to her folks. I cut my bike off and Alexa climbs off. I push the kickstand down and lead her to the porch.
The spare key is in the black metal letterbox that hangs next to the front door. “Shouldn’t be anyone here,” I tell her as I unlock it. I flick the light switch just inside the door, but nothing happens. Shit. Bulb must’ve blown. The house is in a bad neighborhood, but everyone knows it belongs to the club, so no one bothers it.
Alexa stays close to my side, pressing into me, a hand wrapped around the sleeve of my leather jacket. Guiding her further into the house, I kick some empty beer bottles out the way and find the switch to the kitchen light. Luckily, it still works.
“What is this place?” Her gaze moves around the bare room. There’s the usual appliances and a small table with one chair. The others are stacked in the corner, broken.
“Safehouse. You should be fine for the night. There’s a bed or a couch. You got a way to get home in the morning?”
Her right shoulder lifts slightly. “Don’t worry about me. No one else does.”
I wince at her words. Someone should give a damn about her, but it can’t be me. I’ve got enough on my plate.
“Where the fuck you been the past two weeks?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. Please don’t make me.”
“Police been breathing down my neck for two weeks sticking their noses in my business. I need to know where the fuck you were. Don’t pull no shit with me. Rochelle thinks you’re dead. Hell, your folks too. Do you have any idea how worried sick we’ve all been?”
“You were worried about me?”
“You ready to tell me where you were?”
“I can’t. I need time to think of what to say to my parents. You don’t understand. If I talk, I’m dead.”
“Right. Sure.” I call bullshit.” Bet she went off with that fucker and he beat her. She’s trying to protect him. If she wants to go down that road its none of my business. “If you need a ride home, I can swing by in the morning. No big deal.” Fuck. What am I doing? I shouldn’t have even brought her here.
“Okay. Thanks.” She shoots me a smile so big and bright that the hell I catch might be worth it.
“You need anything before I go?”
Alexa chews on her thumbnail. “Don’t guess so. But could you stay until I fall asleep?”
“No can do. Got my own shit to deal with.”
“Your wife?” she quirks a brow at me.
I grunt in response. What the hell would she know about my wife?
“It’s just Ro told me her mom is kind of a bitch and that you guys fight a lot.”
“Rochelle should keep her mouth shut.”
“Calm down. Don’t be hard on her. She worries about you. Says you deserve better. Says you and her mom are all wrong for each other.” Her gaze catches mine. Pretty green eyes sparkling with something I can’t get a read on. But one thing I do know is I need to get on home. And yet my feet stay planted where they are. “So, do you...” Alexa opens the fridge, peering inside.
“Do I what?”
She smirks over her shoulder. “Deserve better?” Closing the fridge, she holds up two bottles of Budweiser.
“Not discussing my marriage with you.” I accept one of the bottles. I shouldn’t let her have the other but fuck if she doesn’t look like she couldn’t use an escape. I know all about that. “I don’t think I should need to say this, but you don’t tell Rochelle shit all about your ridin’ on my bike or me bringing you here tonight. Or anyone for that matter. You need to get your story straight whatever the fuck it is before you go home.”
Alexa pops the cap off the bottle on the edge of the counter. The cap clinks on the dirty floor. “I can keep a secret.”
I touch the puffy knot on the side of her temple. “I don’t doubt that, sweetheart, but still I need your word.”
Her lips wrap around the bottle, those green eyes burning through me as she takes a hard pull. “You can count on me. Don’t worry.”
“Right.” I grab her beer. “That’s enough. Take your ass to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” I know the last thing I should do is stay, but I’m afraid if I leave, she’ll disappear again.
“Thanks, Murder.”
“Yeah. Yeah. First door to the left down the hall. It’s not the Ritz but it’ll do for the night.” I don’t wait for a response. I find my way to the old worn-down couch and collapse with both beers after shedding my jacket. I bring the one Alexa was drinking to my lips, tasting her cherry lip gloss. Fucking sweet and pure trouble.
I hear the bedroom door close, and I let out a sigh. I should drive home and send a prospect for her in the morning, but if anything else happened to her, I’d feel responsible. She’s not my responsibility but for some damn reason I can’t walk away. If it were Rochelle, I’d want someone to look out for her. That’s the excuse I tell myself, but I know it’s a lie.
I pull out my cell and try Banks. If he had something to do with this, I’ll rip him a new asshole. Fucker sends me to voicemail.
**
“No. Stop. Don’t,” pleas from down the hall awaken me. Rolling off the couch I hear a whimper and more begging. I shake off the grogginess of being asleep and shuffle toward the bedroom I put Alexa up in for the night. She must be having a nightmare. No one else is here.
I would have heard someone come in. I’m quiet as I open the door being careful not to scare her. The light is still on and the image before me nearly cuts a hard ass like me in two. Alexa is curled up under the bed in a protective ball sobbing. Fuck me what the hell happened to her? I drop to my knees and gently tap her arm. “Alexa?”
Her whole body trembles as another moan wracks through her small frame.
“Pretty girl, talk to me.” I tug on her wrist and attempt to bring her out from under the bed.
“No one would believe me.” She wipes her nose, smearing snot across her cheek.
Fucking hell.
I pull a bandanna I sometimes use when ridin’ from my back pocket and hand it to her once she’s sitting up with her back against the bed. “Try me,” I press, though I shouldn’t give a damn what’s going on with her. She’s not my problem.
But in a sense, she is because whatever went down happened when she was supposed to be under my roof. Guilt is eating at my insides. I don’t like it.
“Who hurt you?”
Alexa stays quiet, other than a small hiccup as she sniffles.
I move to Alexa’s left and put an arm around her, hugging her to me. Wishing I could shield this troubled girl from the pain tearing her apart right now.
She’s fucking broken. I search her lost eyes missing the spark that’s usually burning so damn bright it’d set the world on fire.
“You gotta promise you won’t tell.”
“You have my word. Whatever you say in this room...it’s just you and me.”
“Todd came back the other night to your house. I—I thought it was the pizza, so I didn’t look. I opened the door and he barged in.”
“He hit you?”
One nod. Her bottom lip trembles. More tears fall.
I grip her knee, my knuckles turning white. I’ll kill that little prick.
“He do anything else?”
Turning away from me she cries harder.
I grab her by the chin with more force than I mean to and jerk her face to mine. “He rape you?”
Alexa stares at me for seems like forever, and I wait for her to give me the words.
“What will you do if I say yes?”
“I think you know what the fuck I’m gonna do. Don’t fucking protect that piece of shit. You let me worry about it.”
Another nod.
“Need you to be honest with me. This isn’t something to fuck around about.”
Alexa stands up. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I sense she needs me to stay put so I don’t make any sudden movements. With her back to me she lets those braids out and lifts the cheer top over her head.
“Lex...” I start but she turns to face me as she arranges her wavy blonde locks over her breasts.
Fucking scrapes, bruises, and bite marks stain her skin like a painting. My veins burn, and I taste the rage bubbling within on my tongue. When she drops her skirt, I have to look away. Fingerprints bruise her inner thighs.
My face is the last thing he’ll see before he leaves this world.
I stand up and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me. I kiss the top of her forehead. “He’ll pay. I swear to you I’ll send him straight to hell.”
Alexa swallows hard. “Make it painful.”
“Promise you, pretty girl.”
I’ll make this right for her. Letting Alexa go, I place my cut on the bed and remove my tee then hand it over to her. “Put this on.”
Alexa doesn’t move so I shrug the shirt over her head and push her arms through the sleeves. Flashes of her bruises and scars paint my mind red. I’m going to drain that fucker. I’m gonna watch him bleed out in a slow and painful death.
“You need to get some sleep.”
I’ve got a body to collect.
My cell phone vibrates, and I grab my cut off the bed.
Fuck. It’s the ball and chain.
Ruthie’s gonna pitch a bitch fit if she finds out I spent the night with Alexa. You’d think she’d be used to this shit by now—club business but it never fails. Woman nags over anything and everything.
Ruthie: I’m home and what a surprise you aren’t. Don’t bother to come home.
I can’t catch a motherfuckin’ break.
James: Don’t start your shit.
I shove my phone in my back pocket. “Was he the only one?”
Alexa hugs her arms to her stomach and shakes her head.
“Who else?”
“If I tell you I’m dead.”
I get a sinking feeling I know exactly who the other one was.
“They keep you this whole time?”
She shakes her head. “After...I was kept in a dark room...I’m not sure how long I was there.”
“Do you know where it was?”
“No. I woke up this morning at the park near my house. I didn’t want to go home, but I didn’t know where else to go so I came to the club and waited for you.”
Chapter Four
“No one is gonna hurt you. Not on my watch. Never again.”
I sit on the edge of the worn bed and suck in a breath, the scent of his earthy cologne hits my nose. James’s words sound pretty but all they are is a beautiful lie. “You can’t promise me something you can’t guarantee. I was raped in your house. And it’s not your fault it’s mine.”
Going to his knees, he kneels before me. “Lex, sweetheart. It’s not your fault. Don’t you dare fucking blame yourself for what happened to you. I said I’m gonna handle it.”
I nod. I don’t have the strength to argue with him. I wish I could believe him, but I played with fire and I got burned. I paid the price for being stupid. One mistake. One loser. Now look at me. “I actually thought Todd liked me at first. That he was gonna save me from the prison I live in at home.”
“Are things really that bad at home with your folks?”
“You have no idea. I’d rather live in a box than go back there. What do you think my father will do if he finds out his perfect little angel went and got herself raped by not one but two drug dealing losers? He’ll never let me back home. I might as well jump off a bridge. My life is over now. I fucked everything up. I ruin everything. Everyone thinks I have it all. I’m popular at school. I make good grades. But no matter what I do I’m never good enough for my parents. Even Rochelle is only my friend because she feels sorry for me. She knows I’m no good. You see it. You know I’ve got bad in me. Who’s gonna want me now?”
