Breaking The Silence (Fatally Flawed Book 3) (22 page)

Chapter 4

Mia

              We are lead back into the room that I can only assume is the main gathering space. There are several couches placed throughout, along with a huge entertainment center that takes up one wall. With the size of the speakers that are placed strategically around, one would assume their parties get pretty loud. There is also a huge bar, that looks like it holds any kind of liquor one could ask for. With a few bikers sitting on the bar stools drinking. Part of me was wishing the tramp, that looks like a worn down version of Brittany Spears, would be here, so I could take my frustration out on her. This whole situation has my nerves and anger on edge, and trust me, no one wants to be around when mount Mia blows.

              “We have two rooms available, so that means you’ll have to pair off.” Torch states. I don’t know why they have deemed him our babysitter, but I should start a petition. He is just too bossy and moody.

              “We don’t mind sharing one room, actually that is how we prefer it.” Rebecca speaks up, making me smile. Finally, she is coming out of her shell, which she rarely does. That must mean she feels safer here then she did in that basement. The way I see it, I went from one prison to another, the only difference is I wouldn’t mind getting my rocks off with some of these guards. Torch could be an option if he kept his mouth shut more often.

              “Suit yourself, but it’s only a queen size bed.” Torch replies, walking us down another hall way across the room. How many passage ways does this place have? It didn’t look that big from the outside, but I guess looks can be deceiving. “This is the rooms we use when some of our brothers from other chapters come through. There are a few being used right now, but you have nothing to worry about. No one around here is going to mess with you.” He finishes as he pulls the door to our right open. After we are all in the room, he closes it. The sound of a locking mechanism just proves my point, we are prisoners, locked up once again.

              “Don’t worry girls, I’ll figure out something to get us out of here.” I whisper to everyone, trying to reassure not only them, but myself. Sometimes it’s hard being the strongest one of our group, but they are my family now, and I would willingly die to protect them.

              “Maybe we should listen to the guys, they don’t seem that bad.” Sammy mumbles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

              “You’ve got to be kidding me Sammy, they have us locked in this room, and need I remind you they are criminals.” My voice goes up an octave, making her flinch. “I’m sorry I raised my voice, I just want to be done with this nightmare, but we can discuss this tomorrow. For now, let’s get some sleep.” 

              “I can’t believe we’re sleeping on a clean bed, I never thought this would happen.” Rebecca says. “Now that we are out of that basement I can breathe a little easier.”

              I smile at her before walking to the wall and turning off the lights. I wish I could lay my tired body on that bed, but someone needs to keep watch. So I pull a chair to the far corner of the room, and take my post, ready for anything. It doesn’t take long before I hear the quiet snores of the girls. My mind wanders back to the times we were in that basement begging for food and water. On several occasions they would take us off by ourselves, bringing us to a dirty bedroom. There was only one time I couldn’t fight off the inevitable. They grew tired of me beating the shit out of two men, and brought in a third. The only thing that kept me sane was the belief that I would get my revenge on the guy that raped me.

              I hear the lock on the door, before it opens slightly. A large figure enters, closing the door behind him. I’m on my feet, and jumping on him before he can take another step. Pure adrenaline is pumping through my veins the entire time I’m pounding my fists onto the back of his head.

              “What the fuck.” The man yells out, before falling to his knees. My side is throbbing in pain, but I don’t allow it to slow me down. This asshole has picked the wrong woman to mess with. Suddenly, I’m pulled back by a set of arms that are too strong for me to fight off. I start screaming like a banshee, kicking and throwing my head back into a hard chest.

              “Mother fucker, Mia, Mia, stop. It’s me Mia, Torch. Calm down no one is trying to hurt you.”

              Through my haze of fear and anger, my brain starts to register that he’s not fighting me back, just merely taking the beating I am hashing out. I let my feet hang off the ground, and lean my head back on his chest. Taking a few shallow breaths, trying to gain some control, but the stinging in my side has gotten worse, so I end up groaning in pain instead. He immediately loosens his hold on me, whispering in my ear, “if I let you go are you going to stay calm, and let me figure out what is going on?” I nod my head yes as a response.

              He lets go and walks around flipping the switch on the wall. After the room is lit up, I see a very scary biker giving me a murderous stare. With the adrenaline now out of my system, I cower behind Torch. I don’t have any idea how I beat off that mountain of a man, but it’s a miracle I’m still alive. He has a scar running down the left side of his face, from the tip of his hair line, to the nape of his neck, making his menacing face all the more frightening.

              “What the fuck is going on, Torch? I didn’t come here to get attacked by some crazy bitch.” His voice is filled with hatred.

              “Watch your fucking tone, Shredder.” Torch commands, his voice low and menacing. Surprising me. He must have a death wish, because this guy is twice his size.

              “Sorry Torch, I’m just exhausted, but I still would like to know what the hell is going on?”

              “These ladies are our guest, and under this chapter’s protection. You should go find another room, before you find yourself resting six foot under.” Torch threatens, taking a few steps toward him.

              To my utter shock Shredder walks by Torch without saying a word, and disappears. Most likely finding another room like he was ordered. Torch then turns around, roaming his eyes over my body, probably assessing me for injuries. I look him over as well, but I’m not looking for injuries, I’m admiring the sexiness that is Torch. He is in a pair of unzipped jeans, hanging down his hips, showing me that perfect happy trail that I want to follow with my tongue.  He has a black and red tribal tattoo going from his left pec up his shoulder and all the way down his arm. I start biting my bottom lip, trying to keep myself from reaching out and touching every part of his exposed skin. He’s now smiling at me, with that damn dimple, and it does nothing to calm down my hormones. I want to climb him like a tree, while he sets my body on fire with his every touch.

              He takes a step toward me, backing me up against the wall. When he leans his head down and starts breathing on my neck, I almost cum right then. “I promised you no one would touch you, but I’m starting to think you want to be touched. Am I right Mia?” He whispers in my ear, causing my knees to buckle. Noticing this, he presses against me, and I can feel just how much he wants me. “Maybe, but who says I want it to be you.” I reply in a shaky voice.

              “Your body is practically begging me to touch you right now. I’m a patient man. I can wait until it’s your lips begging me.” He states before abruptly turning around and walking out the room, laughing the entire time. I just acted like a hussy for someone I can’t stand. I shake my head, and tell myself to get my shit together. I can’t have sex with him, I’m going to have to avoid him at all cost.  

Chapter 5

Mia

              I wake up with a piercing pain in my side. Reaching down I pull up the shirt I got from Torch, that is two sizes too big, and see the nasty bruise that has grown over night. Torch tried to get me to take a painkiller, but I refused. Deciding it’s best if I keep my wits about me for now. Since they’ve given us no choice but to stay here, I’m going to demand that they provide us with some luxuries we haven’t had in a while. Starting with a toothbrush. Raising out of bed slowly, I make my way to the door, determined to get what I want.

              I easily find my way back to the main area. It’s basically deserted, but I can hear clanking coming from a door by the bar. Walking through the entry I see the one they call Saint standing with his bare back to me. I get a great view of his back piece. The black and grey tattoo is the face of a skeleton. The jawline and eyebrow are done in a tribal design, but keeps to the shape of a skull. The eyes look like a swarm of darkness with a small circle of light, pulling off the wicked factor. Rows of bottom teeth are lined perfectly with the top, the shadowing making it look like there is a slight overbite.

              I clear my throat, wanting Saint to turn around, because the eyes on the skull are starting to give me the creeps. He does spin around, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. I’m not able to hold back the groan that comes flying from my throat. With a smile on his face. He places the cup of coffee on the counter, and slides it to me. “Any sugar or creamer?” I ask him.

              He pours him another glass, then walks to the other side of the kitchen sitting down at a round wooden table. Grabbing the sugar and creamer containers, he placed in front of me, I take in my surroundings. The red walls and old wooden floors, remind me of an old barn. The rustic looking brown cabinets and marble counter tops makes me smile. These bikers may have tattoos and wear leather, but deep down they’re country boys. Walking over to Saint, I sit next to him at the table that could easily hold twelve people.

              “You’ve made me a very happy woman, Saint. It’s been too long since I’ve had a cup of coffee.” I’m looking into his hazel eyes that are green, with tiny flecks of brown throughout. His dirty blonde hair is cut close to his head. He has piercings in both nipples. Quirking up his left eyebrow, that is also pierced, Saint gives me a smile that could probably bring any woman to her knees.

              “Not that I mind you undressing me with your eyes, I would much rather it be your hands.” He states while casually taking a sip of his coffee.

              “I was debating with myself on whether or not you have any more piercings.”

              I’m practically drooling just thinking about it. I have never considered myself a whore, but I’m not a prude either. There are needs a woman has, that only a man can fulfill, and I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy with a Jacob’s latter, and I’d put money on this sexy biker sitting in front of me having one.

              “Listen baby, I don’t play games. I would love to show you every piercing I have. All you have to do is ask.” At least he isn’t trying to get me to beg, like that asshole Torch. Instantly I lose all interest in playing find the barbells with Saint. I start comparing him to Torch and he comes up short in all departments, even the ones I have only imagined.

              I start mumbling under my breath, about leather clad men that I would love to set on fire, when Torch strolls through the door. Fully dressed in black wranglers, white t-shirt, and black biker boots. I wet my now dry lips with my tongue and try to turn my attention back to Saint before he notices. “What if I had another favor to ask for?” I ask Saint, who is now looking at me curiously.

              “Me and the girls need some clothes and other essentials if we’re going to be staying here for a while. Would you mind running to town with a list?”

              “Yes I would mind. I’m not going shopping for a bunch of girly shit. You can ride with me and get what you need.” Saint declares, walking to the sink with his empty mug.

              “I’ll go into town, Buck wants you to talk to Rebecca and see if she knows anymore about Jose and his operation.” Torch says, looking at Saint.

              “She already told you everything she knows. There is no need to keep interrogating her.” I throw my two sense into the conversation. They just keep talking, amongst themselves, as if I’ve said nothing. Which just further irritates me. I walk by them and place my mug in the sink, “assholes” I mumble under my breath before exiting the kitchen.

              When I make it back to the room, the girls are all sitting up in bed, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. I start pacing the floor, trying to figure out how to avoid Torch. I bet Buck never said anything about Saint talking to Rebecca. He just wants to torture me by making me spend time with him. A knock on the door has me yelling, “go fuck off.” Then the door opens, and in walks Torch smiling at me. Showing off that damn dimple.

              “Are you hard of hearing old man? I said Go. Fuck. Off. Not come in.”

              “I’m taking Mia for a little lesson on manners.” Torch declares right before lifting me up and over his shoulder, and walking me into a vacant room. He sits me back on my feet, and lightly pushes me against a wall. Placing his left hand on my hip, he leans against the wall with his right. With his foot between mine, Torch nudges my legs apart, and leans down whispering into my neck…….