Bone and Steel (An Erotic MC Romance) (6 page)

It wasn’t easy, the metal was soldered at the ends, and without a clear sight of what I was doing, I feared that I might in fact be doing nothing.  After another thirty or more minutes of fidgeting, however, something gave way and the coil now flexed easily, another few minutes and I felt confident that it would give.  My heart was racing now, the potential to get the upper hand was literally at my fingertips.  To my dismay the metal wouldn’t give soon enough, because voices from the hall were quickly approaching, and I knew that it was me they were coming for.  Even as they opened the bars and harassed me to get up and present myself, my hand kept working. If I could just break it free!  But it was too late, and I pulled my hand from the hole and played the role of the broken woman as they pulled the sheet off of me.  It was the tattooed man from the shower, and this time, he had brought another man with him. 

“Well get up girl and show Pedro what you have to offer.”  My stomach knotted tightly as I took in the sight of Pedro.  His face was leathered and covered in thick scruff.  His hair long and dark and unkempt.  His body was muscular but even the dark Hispanic skin tone didn’t hide the scarred tracks that followed the veins of his arms.  I shuddered in disgust as he drew his fingertips to his mouth and tongued the space between his index and middle finger.  “Yeah Chico,” Pedro said as he handed over a wad of cash, “she will do just fine.  I'm gonna git it, yeah.” 

I cringed as they finalized the payment for my services, crawling back against the wall and pulling my knees in defensively.  “You’ve got thirty minutes, have fun,” Chico said as he turned and walked out. 

As he approached me my eyes scanned him but his empty holster signaled to me that he had likely been stripped of anything that might be used as a weapon.  I wondered briefly if this practice was in place to prevent the women from gaining access to weapons, or was in fact to keep the men in line.  Shuddering, I cried out as he crouched down onto the bedside. 

“Fuck you! Don't touch me!  Jacob will kill you if you touch me!”  The man didn’t care a bit about my feeble attempt at a threat.  He unclipped his belt and reached out towards me, grabbing my hips and pulling me forward to him. 

“Get the fuck off of me you piece of shit!” I screamed out, my hands flailing against him.  He was strong, much stronger than I could ever hope to be, and it took him no time to grasp my wrists and press them tightly to the wall behind my head.  I was completely helpless.  His freehand dipped down between my thighs and he gripped me tightly as his face pressed closely to mine.  “I am going to own you, bitch,” he snarled with a broken smile, his teeth rotted and dirty, his breath foul. 

To my surprise, a voice came from behind my assailant.  “Wait!  What the fuck do you have to do with Jacob?  Get off of her Pedro!  She might be worth a whole lot more than the fifty you spent on her scrawny ass.” 

I watched in disgust as Chico threw a handful of small bills onto the bed beside me.  So that's what I was worth to them--my soul, my freedom, my entire being--fifty fucking dollars to fuck the life out of me?  With every ounce of myself I wished that they were dead, that I could personally cut their dicks off and shove them in their throats. 

“Oh come on, Chico, I want to take her virginity, these new girls are so much better.  They scream,” he pulled my chin towards his and licked his lips. “They put up a real fight.” 

He released his grip on my face and traced his hands down my bare chest, between my tits and continued to the tightly clenched space between my thighs.  I mustered the little saliva I could, my mouth still achingly dry from lack of water, and spit in his face.  “Oh yeah baby,” he grinned as he wiped the spit from his face and licked his finger, “That is what Papi is talking about.” 

An unexpected blow threw my head sideways as his palm came crashing into me.  I cowered as he continued to slap me forcefully, but it was only when Chico finally stepped in that Pedro’s blows stopped.  My eyes were blurred with tears and my face stinging with pain. 

“You better be worth something bitch, because I am coming back for you,” Pedro hissed as Chico escorted him out and into the cell across the hall. 

“Just relax, this one's on me,” Chico said, leaving the brute with some other poor, innocent woman.  I felt sick knowing that his rage would be taken out on her.  Making a silent promise to the woman, I vowed that if I couldn't save us all I would gladly die trying.

Chico returned to my cell, his face pensive, probably contemplating what his cut would be if I were in fact a bargaining chip.  “Let’s go,” he commanded, holding the door open for me.  I pulled the sheet from the bed and covered myself. 

Chico led me forward and though a heavy door that was bolted.  He used a key and unlocked it, pushing me forward and up a set of stairs.  We came to another door which was also locked.  He grunted in my direction.  “If you are wasting my time sugar, not only will Pedro have a go at you, but I will make it my personal duty to break you.”

He didn’t wait for my reply, pushing the doorway open and dragging me into the warehouse.  Following the hallway I began to hear voices and my senses went on high alert; if there was an opportunity to get away, I wouldn’t miss it. 

“We told you Chico, leave the dogs in the kennel, you can’t take them all home with you,” a skinny biker called out from my right as he approached us. 

“Mmmm, but I can see why you would want this one to keep.”  He pulled tauntingly on the sheet, but my hands grasped the fabric tightly to my body.  

“Leave her alone Quip.  Where is Trece?  This bitch might be worth something.”  

Quip grunted and pointed towards a door that was painted red.  As we approached I began to hear whimpers and cries from behind the door.  Expecting Chico to knock I was shocked when he threw the door open, exposing a tight-bodied blonde who was tied down to what looked like a torture device. 

Her hands were bound above her head with thick leather cuffs.  Her skin was creamy and pale white, except nearing her nipples, where some sort of sharpened clamps were tearing into her delicate flesh.  Her legs were also bound with leather straps that held her thighs open; a bald-headed Mexican stood with his pants at his ankles. 

“I tol’ you to fucking knock if the door was shut, I’m wit my girl!”  He threw a whip-like device at Chico, hitting him in the chest.  The girl on the table didn’t seem to care that we were there, her eyes had heavy bags beneath them and they were glossed over.  She was fucked up, and I doubted if she even knew what was happening.

“This is the bitch we found in the yard—I think we might be able to trade her, she says she's Jacob’s cock warmer.”  Trece took a step back, pulling his jeans up to his waist, and as he did I caught a glimpse of the table beside him.  There it was, my freedom, gleaming back at me just a few feet away.  Launching forward with all my might I flew through the air and came crashing down onto the table and onto the gun.  The cold hard steel in my hand was like a gift from the gods above, and my heart raced as I rushed to the corner of the room and held the gun out defensively. 

“Back the fuck off," I screamed in panic, unsure of what exactly to do now that I had the weapon.  Chico’s face was contorted in what appeared to be a mixture of anger and possibly fear as he took a step out of the doorframe. 

Trece looked fucked up too, his eyes red and droopy.  He still held his pants in his hand and looked lost as he processed the sudden change in the situation.  An evil smile replaced his confusion as he stared at me and began to laugh. 

“Ay mami, you are feisty.”  His laughter grew more intense as he took a step towards me.  “That ain’t gonna do nothing for you, unless you like a scratch and sniff.”  In a vulgar motion he made his hand into the shape of a gun and turned to the woman strapped to the table, mocking me as his fingers slipped inside of her.  He turned back to me, still grinning and chuckling.

I pulled the trigger.

It was an uneventful click that dissolved all of my hope, and I fought back the tears that threatened to flow.  Sliding down the wall I hugged my knees and surrendered my hope for an escape.  "Pull yourself together, Ally," I thought to myself. "Now is not the time for self-pity." 

Trece lifted me from the floor and called for Quip to untie his girlfriend as he and Chico led me into yet another dark, dirty room. After Chico left and dead-bolted the door, Trece said, “So tell me Mami, how much are you worth?”  Dialing a number into his phone I hoped that he was calling Jacob.  Thankfully he was.

“Hey Reaper,” he breathed into the receiver as I heard Jacob’s voice on the other end, “Are you missing something…  Or maybe, someone?”  Trece pulled the phone from his ear and held it out, smirking, as I heard Jacob's thundered violent threats. 

Eyeing me lustfully, Trece placed the receiver back to his ear.  “Don’t worry Jacob.”  He walked towards me and traced his finger along the thin sheet that clung to my breasts.  “I won’t hurt her…much.” 

He hung up the phone, and then called Chico to tell him to put the boys on alert. Jacob would be coming, and Trece's thugs had to ensure that he was properly welcomed.  His eyes reverted to my chest and he stepped close to me, whispering in a threatening tone.  “If Jacob wants you back in one piece, the Members are going to have to trade the one thing that gives them the power in this town.” 

I wondered momentarily what it was that gave Jacob’s gang the upper hand, but I hadn’t the slightest idea of what they were involved in.  In fact, I realized my emotions had blinded me so much as to have dismissed many of my initial fears.  I had been far too naive, and this stupidity, I concluded, was very likely going to be the death of me.   

My thoughts were distracted as Trece continued, “Mami, this is your chance.  I will let you show me how badly you want me to go easy on Jacob.  If you convince me, maybe I will let him join the Muertos as an errand boy.”  He sucked air through his parted lips and proceeded to flick his tongue at me as he pulled the sheet from my grip, exposing my naked body.  I reluctantly lost my grip as he fought me, and in an instant he had lifted me and pressed me into the wall. 

I fought with all of my might as Trece tried to pry my thighs apart.  But to his frustration they wouldn’t budge, and his face changed into a sneer.  Despite my struggles, he pulled me away from the wall and planted me forcefully down onto the top of a desk.  His eyes met mine and I spit defiantly into his face.  He wasn't fazed in the least--the glaze over his eyes from whatever drugs he had been taking was even more obvious than when I first saw him in the room with Cindy.  He was beyond fucked up and he seemed oblivious to anything but his carnal urges.  He gripped my hands and pushed my body hard onto the desk, my legs scraping painfully as they attempted to fight his efforts.  I knew it was useless, his arms bulged with thick muscle, sculpted as only time in prison would allow.  He was determined.  I screamed out for help, though I knew it was pointless.  His eyes grew darker as a smile crept over his face. I could see now that he was erect, and it seemed he was taking great pleasure in my desperate pleas for help.  As he pried my thighs apart I began to shake, from both exertion and fear.  There was no reasoning with this animal, and for my sake I was determined to do whatever it took to stop him.  I felt a large, cuff-like brace latch around my left ankle; apparently a great deal of the furniture in the Muertos clubhouse had been designed with forceful and dominating sex in mind.  Looking behind me I realized there were cuffs at the other end intended for my hands as well.  I reached for anything, desperate to stop him.   Frantic, I grabbed for the desk lamp.  Gripping the base as I felt my other ankle shackled, my legs were now forcefully restrained from closing.  With all of my might I lifted the flimsy thing and slammed him hard over the head.  It came apart in pieces, sending the shade in one direction and the base hanging on by only the electrical wires that fed through the stem.  He grunted out in irritation, but his quick hand flew up and caught mine by the wrist, gripping it hard until my own fingers released what was left of the lamp.  I cried out in pain but he didn’t relent.

Just as Trece managed to shackle my left arm, I took my right and jabbed two of my fingers hard into his right eye socket.  Blood squirted from the eye and Trece let out a pained shriek as he covered his face and fell to his knees.  He was clearly panicked and breathing heavily in agony.  I used my free hand to unclasp my left as he cursed and swore and focused on his damaged eye, unaware of my frenzied attempt at an escape.  I was going to get away, or happily die trying, that was for goddamn sure.  And if he was going to fuck me, well, he would have to fuck me unconscious and bloody because there was no way I was going to let the sick fuck do a thing to me if I could help it.