“You don’t know me at all. All you wanted to do was own me.”
“Well, now you’ll be going down with your precious club. And that muscle-bound heathen you ride with? He’ll be the first to go.”
“Leave him alone,” she said.
She thought of Dog and how much she loved him. A wave of desperation crept over her as she imagined him dead or locked up in jail for the rest of her life.
Hank laughed, rocking her back and forth by the hair. She tried to grab at his wrists, but the angle was too awkward and the van was driving erratically, jostling them from side to side.
He finally shoved her away and she fell to her ass. “They’re right behind us. Do you think the Hell’s Slaves will just give up and turn around? No matter what you do to me, they’ll get their revenge on you. Trust me, it won’t be pretty.”
He winked. “That’s what we’re hoping for.”
She asked him what he was talking about, over and over, but he stopped speaking. What were they going to do? She didn’t see any firepower in the back of the van. What the hell were they planning?
Sable hugged her legs to her chest in the corner of the van. She tried to replay the events in her head, wondering what she could have done differently. But delivery vans just like this one came and went frequently, so she’d thought nothing of it. Even the guards at the gates let Hank in without a second thought.
She remembered the note pinned to the gates not long ago. Was Hank going to kill her? Bury her in a shallow grave just to settle a score with Dog and the club?
No way would she let her nerves get control now, not with the guys so close behind. She had to have hope they’d rescue her and end all this madness once and for all.
“Get ready back there. Two minutes. Make sure she keeps quiet,” said Grass from the small window at the front of the van. “She’s going to have a lot of fun tonight.” Then he laughed and laughed, sending chills running up her spine. Although she wasn’t a virgin anymore, she belonged to Dog. Would he even want her once she was violated by strangers? All her dreams were coming true and now this…
Hank approached her and forced a strip of duct tape over her mouth. He grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her out as soon as the outside door slid open. She scanned the area, searching for Dog, Forge, a Hell’s Slaves bike. Anything.
Weren’t they hot on their trail?
All was silent. There were so many identical vans around them that it was a maze just to get away from them. She was tugged and pushed through the rows of vans until they reached a small helicopter pad. Grass was on his cell phone, shouting as the static of the helicopter blades grew louder as they neared.
Hank ripped the tape off her lips.
“Hope you’re not afraid of heights.”
“Where are you taking me? The club will find me,” she said.
“Look around, Sable. No one’s coming for you. You’re too much trouble, even for them. I was the only one willing to take a chance on you. But you’re just a two-faced rat. And I don’t offer second chances.”
She tried to tug her arm away without success. “I don’t want a second chance. You’re supposed to be a police officer. What happened to law and order?”
“Your kind don’t deserve justice. I’m not in the wrong.”
“What about Grass?”
“Luther may be unconventional, but he’ll get things done. There will be a lot of good changes around here under his leadership.”
She rolled her eyes. “Guns and drugs? Trafficking women? There’s nothing righteous about that.”
“Why should the motorcycle clubs and local mafia control all the illegal trade? In our hands, we can make sure things are handled properly. Money will stay in the hands of good men, not criminals.”
There was no point reasoning with him.
Grass met with who she assumed was the pilot, then he waved Hank to come. Sable dug in her heels, but he shoved her forward. She didn’t want to be taken somewhere else. How would Dog find her? She hated being at the mercy of these two madmen.
Once inside the helicopter, the static noise was so loud, no one could hear her complaints. She’d never been in a helicopter or airplane, and as it lifted high off the ground, she gripped the edges of her seat until her knuckles turned white.
The ride wasn’t too long. And she was thankful when they landed on solid ground. The engine wound down until quiet returned. They all filed out of the helicopter, and she felt completely lost and alone.
“Time to go,” said Luther. Hank handed her over to him. She looked at the cop, believing he was the lesser of two evils.