Hard Roads (2 page)

I nodded my head, completely torn between fighting back and the realization that I wouldn’t live. My father always told me that if a man attacked me in public, I was supposed to fight no matter what type of weapon he had pointed at me. He’d said that death would be a lot more pleasant than being dragged off and tortured before death came anyway. I’d always believed that I could follow his advice if the situation ever presented itself. However, now that it was here, I couldn’t bring myself to fight. I was too afraid of death, too scared that my life would end in the parking lot of a roach-infested apartment complex after being ridden by a useless dick.

“Good. Now climb in, nice and easy. Don’t turn your head to look at me. You can use those beautiful lips to tell me where I can find the keys.” His voice was gritty and I could tell almost immediately that he’d probably spent a lot of time fucking up his vocal chords by sucking down unfiltered Camels.

“They’re in my pocket. Front right.”

“That a girl. See, when we play nice, things don’t have to be so bad, do they?” His large hand released my tit and he slid it down my abdomen, his fingers brushing between my legs before sliding right and slipping in my pocket. My body jerked against him and his resulting laugh sounded criminal. He was enjoying the fear, feeding off it.

The keys jingled as he pulled them free from my pocket and his hand pushed against my back, forcing me into the trunk. I turned my head just in time to see the emerald green of his eyes flash in the sunlight as the lid was slammed down above me.

Chapter Two

The fucker left me in the trunk for much longer than he’d hinted he would. Every time we passed over a bump, I groaned when my hip slammed into the floorboard below me. I was glad he hadn’t tied me up, because I was able to shift around until my back was against the floor. I wondered how dumb the motherfucker had to be to leave me loose. He seemed sloppy, at least a lot sloppier than the boys in my father’s club. I’d never been present for an abduction, but I’d witnessed a few poor bastards being released once they were on club property. They were always brought out with their hands bound and a hood over their heads. They had no chance of escape and I figured that it was the standard way of doing things. Judging by this prick’s actions, he wasn’t privy to the tried and true methods of kidnapping.

I used my time in the sweltering heat of the trunk to devise a plan. Unfortunately, that same heat was slowly stealing my ability to breath and the lack of oxygen was taking away my ability to think. My only option was the strongest part of my body, my legs. One good kick would knock the fucker back when he opened the trunk lid and I decided it was my only chance to get the upper hand. I could hear the tires grinding over the road below me and each time the brakes squeaked, I wondered if it was time to fight for my fucking life. When the car jolted forward after each stop, I breathed out my held breath, steeling my spine for the next opportunity.

The moment didn’t come for what I assumed was another half hour. By that time, I was dragging in air that did nothing but pretend like it was pushing oxygen into my bloodstream. It was being buried alive in an oven that was left on high heat. My body was heavy and my thoughts were getting lost within a muddied blanket of confusion. When the fucker finally stopped the car, my brain barely registered the driver’s side door opening and the sound of his boots approaching as they crunched against the pebbled ground.

Blinding light slapped me in the face when the trunk lid was pulled up and I kicked out with every bit of strength I had left. Catching him in the shoulder, I threw my body forward in an attempt to roll over the lip of the trunk onto the ground, but he caught me by my hair, pulling me back up. Pinning me to the floor of the trunk, he leaned over me, his snarling expression only barely visible with the sun burning bright behind him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, bitch? You think I’m not smart enough to know that I need to leave you in here long enough that you would be weak as fuck when I finally opened it up? You stood no chance against me when I put you in here. The fact that you even attempted to fight when I let you out is kind of funny.” Leaning over me, he blocked the sunlight more and I was finally able to stop squinting enough that it brought his face into focus.

I was somewhat shocked to see how young he was. Judging by the fact that his face wasn’t wrinkled and leather-like from long hours riding under the sun, I couldn’t imagine that he was more than a few years older than me. The only facial hair he had were sideburns that cut into a sharp angle along his jaw. His eyes, although currently enraged, were a sparkling green that made me wonder if he was wearing colored contacts. They were almost
too
pretty and the anger I saw behind them didn’t match their beauty.

“What did I tell you about fighting back?”

I didn’t want him touching me and I knew that he’d made good on his word to drive us out into the middle of nowhere. I’m sure wherever this car sat, I could scream until my vocal chords tore apart in my throat before anybody would ever hear me. He was right about the effect of the heat on my body in the trunk. My muscles felt like mush and the only strength I still had was a result of the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

He smiled and I noticed that his teeth were white and straight, not stained and missing like the men in the club. “You going to answer me, baby, or are you completely mute now?”

Releasing my hair, he allowed my head to fall back against the floor of the trunk. When his hands traveled down my body to the button on my shorts, I shook my head trying to push away my sluggishness. “Yeah…” I coughed to clear my throat of the knot in its center before adding, “You told me you’d kill me.”

His fingers made quick work of the button before he made a show of slowly pulling down the zipper. “I said I’d do something else first.”

Shaking my head again, I silently pled with him not to go further. I wasn’t afraid of being fucked, but I didn’t want to be forced. I’d spent my teenage years fighting off the fuckers who thought they could take what they wanted. I knew better than to let it happen now.

“Listen, I’m sorry. You can’t blame me for trying, can you?” My chest heaved as I struggled to breath and my words came out on choppy bursts. I wondered if he could even understand me.

He stopped what he was doing and wrapped his hands down over my hips. “What’s your name, beautiful?”

My eyes looked over his body and I recognized the colors on his cut. Quickly realizing that he was not only a biker, but also a member of a rival club, I thought fast in an effort to save my ass. I knew my father was a shady son of a bitch and there was no telling what debt had to be paid.

“Angel. My name’s Angel.”

“Angel, huh?” He smiled, pressing my hips down so hard that it felt like the bones would split apart. “Why were you hanging out with … what was his name? Jeremy?”

Fuck. The more he talked, the more apparent it became that I’d been taken over club business. I didn’t want any part in any of this shit, but I knew that being the Prez’ daughter placed a high price on my head if my piece of crap dad ever fucked up.

Lying again, I replied, “I was just getting laid. He kicked me out when he was done. Same shit, different day.”

“Uh, huh.” He smiled again and his thumb started moving over my hip. He pressed down firmly and my body trembled beneath his hold. “Are you sure, that’s why you were there?”

“Yes.” Normally, I’m not the type of woman that cries, but I forced the tears out to make him believe I was more scared than I was. I needed to buy time. I needed to gain enough of my strength to have a chance at fighting back against this asshole.

“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on, but I was just servicing him and getting back home. I have two kids who are waiting for me and if I don’t get back soon, I’m sure child welfare is going to be called in. They’re home alone, but I needed the money, you know?” If there was anything in this world I knew how to do it was hustling and lying and right now I was putting on an Oscar winning performance.

“Pl … please, I’ll suck your dick. I’ll let you fuck me, but please just let me go after that.”

“Oh, you’re going to
let
me fuck you, Angel? I thought I could take that with or without your permission. Okay, tell you what. I love kids and I hate to think that anything is going to happen to your babies because you’re a dumb whore that didn’t know any better than to leave them alone. But first, you’re going to
service
me. I don’t want any screaming and I don’t want any fighting. You hear me?”

“Yes.” My response was immediate. I’d ridden enough cock to not worry about the fact that I was going to fuck my attacker. If he was buying the act, my escape was worth more than my pride.

He chuckled above me and his eyes flashed with a heat I rarely ever saw in the drunken eyes of my ex-whatevers. I’d never really had a ‘boyfriend’ so there was no term that could describe them. I’d always hated that fact about my life, but in this moment, it helped me come to terms with what I had to do. My body had been used and abused before. There was no way this could be any different. I was still fighting for my life, but I was using my brain and body instead of my brawn.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to let you go. I want you to stand up, slip your shorts and panties down and then bend over the trunk. You try anything funny and I’ll be spilling your blood out onto the road here. Got me?” His voice lowered as he spoke and the heat behind his eyes was stocked into an inferno. I don’t think I’d ever seen a man more turned on and I realized I was dealing with a sick fuck.

Any man that was turned on by forcing a woman was not the kind of man I wanted to deal with. They were the types to cause pain just for the sheer joy of making a woman scream. They were the types of assholes that would kill a bitch and not blink at the fact that they’d taken an innocent life. My dad was liberal with his brothers in the rules of the club, but fucking with innocent people was where he drew the line. Club sluts were there for a reason and for the most part it was to keep the violence in his boys at a manageable level. The bitches would give it up and it kept the boys on home turf. Not one of the men had gone to jail for rape under his watch. If they did, they would have walked back out of that jail and straight into the business end of my father’s .45. I never understood why that was the one crime he wouldn’t tolerate, but he was very clear about that rule with any member that was newly patched. Murder, drugs, guns…it didn’t matter. But fuck with an innocent woman and you’d be lucky if you were allowed to keep your balls before being buried.

The bastard released my hips and I pushed up on shaky arms, blinking my eyes against the bright sun when he moved aside. He took one step back, giving me enough room to crawl out of the trunk. Rolling my head to loosen the muscles in my shoulders, I pushed out further, slipping one shaky leg out of the trunk and balancing my legs on shaky knees when I finally had two feet on the ground.

“Take off your shirt, baby. Let me see those tits bounce. I always love a well-stacked woman.”

Breathing out a heavy sigh, I moved to pull down the side zipper of my shirt. Slipping the material from my body, I reached out to drop it in the trunk. His eyes widened and he reached out to touch them. However, when the deep rumble of a bike was suddenly heard in the distance, he dropped his hands and turned to look behind him. Sunlight flashed off the chrome of the front fender and the rider came in to view, the road ahead of him appearing liquid from the heat.

While the jackass in front of me was busy watching the apparent new jackass that was joining us, I reached behind me attempting to lift the false bottom of the trunk. I knew there was a tire iron beneath it and I hoped I could get to it before jackass #1 turned back around.

“Fuck. They sent JD.”

My hand patted around frantically in search of the handle that would lift the bottom as Jackass #1 announced the identity of the rider that was fast approaching. He turned back and around and shrugged. “Sorry, baby. Looks like I won’t be able to let you go after all.”

My hand stopped moving immediately and I tried to pull my arm back to my side without drawing his attention. It worked and once the second guy rolled up, he turned again.

I immediately went back to searching for that damn handle.

The bike rumbled as it pulled to a stop and his booted foot came down on the stand. The bike leaned to the side when he killed the engine and stood up to step off. My eyes looked up from his boots to the typical jeans and black t-shirt worn by these assholes. Over the shirt was a cut that bore the colors of not only his club, but others. It was apparent the son of bitch who was walking towards me had connections.

Black sunglasses covered his eyes. Jet-black hair adorned his head. It hung down to his collar and was wavy. It didn’t look like he’d bothered to drag a comb through it after rolling out of bed. His shoulders were broad and his abdomen cut in at his jeans. He was a big motherfucker and I was suddenly concerned that a tire iron wouldn’t cut it.

The rumble of his voice was almost as deep as the bike he rode when he said, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Scooter?”

I couldn’t help it when I blurt out, “Scooter?” The stupid as hell road name burst from my lips on a laugh and Jackass #1, now known as ‘Scooter’ turned to look at me with a nasty scowl on his face. His hand moved to his hip and I saw the glint of the steel when he pulled the knife.

“Yeah, bitch. What do have to say about it?”

I flinched back at the anger in this tone.

“Scoot. I’m not fucking playing with you man. You need to put your shit away. Your knife and your fucking dick. Got me?”

Scooter put the knife back in its sheath at his side and spit on the ground at my feet. A sick grin pulled over his lips when he said, “JD. Let me introduce you to Angel, here. She tells me she’s a single mom with two kids home alone while she’s out whoring her shit out.”

Jackass #2 smiled, dimples appearing on his shadowed cheeks. His skin looked rough, as if he hadn’t seen a razor in a week. I watched his throat move as he swallowed before speaking again.