Condemned and Chosen

Condemned and Chosen

Destiny Blaine and Marc Alice

Condemned and Chosen

Copyright © 2014

Published by Dark Hollows Press

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Condemned and Chosen

Copyright © 2014 Destiny Blaine, Marc Alice

Cover Art by Michelle Williams

Photography by David Huntley Creative, Shutterstock

ISBN 10: 1940756200

ISBN 13: 978-1-940756-20-2

Original Publication Date: January 2014

All cover art and logo copyright © 2014 by Dark Hollows Press

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

Prologue

There’s an old sayin’ around these parts about bikes. Some folks, die hard bikers that is,
say motorcycles don’t leak oil, they just mark their territory. In Sevier County, that was a
common belief before the Great Age of Innocence began, before corrupt leaders took over the
country with promises of much needed reform, the kind of political pitches that made a person
stand up and pay attention.

Those oaths were a pack of lies all tied up in pretty little bows, kind of like those satin
ribbons unsuspecting mothers braided into their daughters’ hair on their seventeenth birthday,
the very day most young women were confirmed.

Time changes the definition behind simple words, just as it alters the meaning behind
once-significant phrases and quotes.

The bikes roaring through town aren’t there to mark their territory. They speed through a
city so quickly, they don’t have time to leave behind evidence that they’ve even been there.

They roll into town and arrive there to save young ladies from powerful men who intend
to sell a young virgin’s purity status at auction. They’re appealing to the highest bidder who will
then transport the women overseas to begin their lives as members of a very lucrative sex trade.

Once those barely legal girls leave the country, they’re treated as animals, mere stock in an
absolute sale.

When the MC rides through the streets with purpose, they enter small town America with
one lone mission.

They’re not there to protect or guard. They’re there to search and rescue.

They’re looking for the confirmed. They want the condemned, the chosen.

And when they find them, they steal away with the most precious of gifts, innocent women
they fully intend to claim.

Chapter One

“I’m not one of those daughters who will try to take away the burden of guilt. Dad knew they’d come for me. He knew and yet he did nothing. Same as yours.” Molly McPherson crossed her arms and glared at the youngest as if she were trying to place her in some sort of trance.

“Course I was
married
by the time the MC captured me, but the honeymoon hadn’t been consummated. Call us lucky. I’m here today because I didn’t fuck the old man who promised to watch over me.” She fluttered her tongue at the women. “Don’t worry. I’m still experienced where it matters.”

Instinctively, Natasha inched closer to her older sister. Brittany draped a protective arm around her sibling and dragged her to the first step leading to the long country-style porch spread across the multi-level log home.

“Leave her alone, Molly or I’ll have a word with Max and he’ll speak to Chuck.”

Molly laughed. “Oh please, Brittany. You think I’m afraid of them? Besides, they’ll listen to my side of the story, see the dime-sized tears in my eyes, and decide it was all a big misunderstanding.”

Romy, a childhood friend of the Marshall sisters, observed from a safe distance, hating the way Molly intimidated her friends and wondering why the pack had left her behind on that particular day. Didn’t the guys know how she behaved when they went away? Didn’t they realize Molly took her status as the first captured and saved innocent to the extreme?

“Innocent my ass,” Romy muttered, marching forward with every intention of putting a stop to Molly’s tactics before she frightened Natasha. Relatively new to Safe Mountain, the poor thing still believed her father was out there somewhere, trying to find her, desperate to reach her.

What Natasha probably didn’t realize is that her father, a lawman with inside information about the human trafficking organizations, had made a decision to send her there. The Sevier County sheriff had known, just as her own father had known. The only hope any of them had was found in the protection provided by the Sins of Wolves motorcycle gang.

The roar of Harleys rumbled in the mountains. The guys were still a few minutes out and it would be at least another four or five before the first sleek machine would top the hill.

“Got something on your mind,
child
?” Molly lit a cigarette and propped her hips against the leather seat of some hard-ass motherfucker’s bike. Convinced Molly only slept with brutes who could handle her, Romy wondered if that was why the bitch had attitude. Maybe one of the fellows roughed her up every now and again.

Bitch would sure deserve it if she caught a few backhands…or spankings.

Romy’s nipples drew as tight as hard buds. It was as if someone had clamped down on them with pinching fingers. Taken aback, she stopped in her tracks and stared at Molly.

The young blonde took a long drag off her cigarette. Her cold blue gaze raked over Romy as if she were taking her own sweet time combing over her body with razor-sharp intensity strong enough to strip the clothes straight from her body.

Molly moistened her full lips. “Now what, sugar?” She threw down her cigarette and used the toe of her high heel shoe to crush out the butt and smother the remains. Striking a pose, she cocked her hip to the side, rested her palm in the curve of her waist, and fluttered her eyelashes. “You gonna tell me to play nice with your little friend?”

Romy wasn’t exactly confrontational, but she wasn’t the kind of person who could be trampled over either. She’d been with the Sins of Wolves for nearly three months. It had been the coldest and longest of winters, and part of the reason was the unknown. She wasn’t scared of the MC or any of its members. The fear-factor awaited them beyond Safe Mountain’s gates.

Still, Molly presented a danger and Romy had heard the rumors. She’d even been in Townsend the day the MC went on a door-to-door search for Tabitha Mellancamp. It was the only time the MC had missed their mark. Tabitha had been taken the night before thanks to someone giving up her location.

Locals had fingered Molly for the misfortune. Either way, Tabitha Mellancamp was the first Southern girl transported to the East Coast Slave Distribution Center. The Great Age of Innocence armies had bombarded her family’s home and snatched her from her bed while she lay sleeping.

The motorcycle club had earned quite the reputation soon after they missed their first intended mark. Several women had been saved right after the Mellancamp situation. Now best known for harboring young and innocent women, the riders showed up at night or smack dab in the middle of broad daylight.

The time didn’t matter. The significance of their presence marked another drawn name, another young woman doomed for darkness. For whatever reason, the Sins of Wolves had been able to save more young women in the South than any other renegade group in the country.

Some said they were tough; smart, but Romy’s father had taken the time to cover a lot of territory prior to her departure from the old world. He’d told of his suspicions and encouraged her to pay attention. He’d said “befriend the women but never trust them.”

The MC stood as a collective symbol of strength, but one woman could bring them down.

Her father believed the MC gained their knowledge through female companions, women who would turn on them in an instant if something didn’t go their way.

Still, the riders were tough rebels, real rogues. Draped in weapons, their long hair shot straight down their backs. Most of them sported bulging muscles that rippled under their leather pants or bulged around cuffed half-sleeves, but their physical strength didn’t give them their advantage plays. Romy’s dad believed the MC worked with a secret society of sorts, a network of young ladies who made it their business to find out which young woman was marked for transport.

And he had a theory.

Those same women who helped some escape the governor’s wrath would one day cut their ties in order to score the deals that would save their lives.

“You just gonna stand there with your eyes watering and your tongue hanging out or did you walk all the way over here to give me a piece of your...” Molly dragged a slow hand between the fullness of her voluptuous breasts. “Mind?”

“Get over yourself, Molly.” Brittany thrust her arm behind her when Romy took another step in Molly’s direction. Placing her hand on Romy’s hip, she quickly added, “Don’t pay attention to her. You’ll only stroke her ego.” She glared at Molly once more. “Leave them both alone.”