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Twisted

Walking into the clubhouse my nerves are running wild. Everything in me the entire drive was screaming at me to turn around. The possibilities of what could be happening to her consuming my every thought.

Shooter called the guys on our drive and told them we were having church. I walk straight into the room, taking my place at the table. My legs shake with anxiety as I look around the room. A pit forms in my stomach as I realize there might be a chance that my brothers would vote not to take action. At that point I would be left alone to fight the Savage Knights on my own. I would do it, though I’d most likely fail. I’ll try anything I can to get her out of there.

“Thanks for getting here so fast, boys,” Shooter says as he sits in his chair. “Well, the meeting with the Knights went all to hell. We never talked about the fight, but now we’re in deep shit. Nikki, the girl that Twisted claimed, she’s Preach’s daughter. Says that he owed Ammo something and offered her as payment. They are holding her there and she is being protected as their property. Preach said the deal had been made a couple months ago before Ammo had gotten locked up again. Which means that she was their property before she was ours.”

Everyone’s eyes land on me. They are waiting for some sort of a reaction.

“The issue that we need to vote on is whether or not we want a war with the Knights. Twisted wants to get her back. To do that we will not just be going up against one person. We will be challenging the President and VP of that club. Which means that every single brother will be behind them.” Shooter’s voice is indifferent. I can't tell where he stands with this. “So this needs to be a unanimous vote. You want to say anything before we start?” He looks over at me.

I look at the men around me. “My girl wasn’t just claimed first by them. She’s being held, beaten, and God knows what else. I would go to hell and back for every single one of you. Some I have already stood behind you when you needed me. If this vote goes to a no, I will find a way to get to her. Having your support would just make it a hell of a lot easier for me.”

“Let’s get this started then.” Shooter looks over at me. A part of me knows that Shooter should vote against me. I haven’t treated him right, and I don’t deserve to have him stand behind me right now. “I’ll go first, yea.”

An ounce of relief flows through me. I’m hoping that since Shooter went first and voiced his support that the rest of the brothers will follow. Voting continues around the large oval table, each yea making me feel less anxious about having to go to war on my own.

The last vote comes to Torch. He is the only brother that has really had much interaction with Nikki. “Hell yes.” He looks at me as he casts the final vote. This is happening; the club is standing behind me.

“I’ll put in a call to Preacher and try to arrange something to get her back before things escalate. If he refuses to negotiate we will meet again to lay down a plan. You can all leave.” Shooter dismisses everyone.

I stand up thanking each and every one of the men who decided to have my back. Walking back to Shooter I thank him last. “Can I stay in here for the call?”

“Yeah, but you gotta keep your mouth shut.” He looks at me letting me know how serious he is. I nod at him sitting down at the table. The sound of the phone ringing fills the room.

“Yeah.”

“Preach, this is Shooter.”

“What the fuck do you want? I told you I was done with you today, after the shit your VP tried to pull.” My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white.

Shooter gives me a look, letting me know to keep my cool. “This issue isn’t just going to go away. I want to negotiate. What is it gonna take for you to let her go?”

“Ain’t mine to let go. She belongs to Ammo. Don’t know why your VP is so stuck on her anyway. Girl is a worthless whore like her mother.” Disgust is present in his tone as the piece of shit talks about his own daughter.

It takes everything in me to keep quiet. My muscles tighten as I try to keep the control that is quickly fading.

“Well, she isn’t worthless to us. Club took a vote and we are standing behind Twisted. I don’t want a war but we are prepared to put up a fight.”

“Are you shitting me? Ammo!” The line goes quiet until you hear the creak of a door. “Deathstalkers are ready to stand behind the VP to get her back. You got any solution to all this?”

I hear a deep laugh. “Fucker is gonna get himself killed over some pussy that isn’t even that good.”

“I will kill you, motherfucker!” The control I had is gone. I’m ready to rip the asshole limb from limb.

“Knew the prick had to be listening. You want her then come and get her.” He said in a challenging tone. “We settle this like men. One week from now. Last man standing gets the bitch.” The line goes dead.

Shooter shoves me backward. “I told you to stay fucking quiet.”

“I know, but I couldn’t. What would you do if it was your girl they were talking about?” I look at him knowing full well he would have acted just like me.

“Yeah, well now you better get yourself ready. I haven’t seen you fight since the first time you came here and right now would be the wrong time to lose one.” He walks out of the room.

None of the brothers have ever seen me fight.

Little do they know there was a time when I fought almost every night.

It brings me back to a place I never wanted to go again.

But I will.

For her.

Nikki

Every time I hear footsteps, my body freezes to the point that it’s painful. My muscles stiffen at the anticipation that my door might open and he might come in. Every inch of my body shakes with the memories and the possibilities of what he might do to me next.

The club whores take turns bringing me food, but I can tell the difference between the clicks of their heels and his heavy footsteps. When I realize it's just clicking, my body relaxes. The redhead comes in carrying the same tray as always. None of them ever speak to me and I assume that’s because he has ordered them not to. They barely even look at me.

She sets the tray down in front of me on the filthy mattress. I look up when she doesn’t walk away and can see empathy and sadness written all over her face. Without a word she turns away and walks out of the room, not realizing how much of a privilege it is to be able to do that.

The smell of the hot dog invades my nose making my stomach roll. I lean over the side of the bed, in between the mattress and the wall. I heave, only bile coming out. Last time I threw up in front of the mattress and he forced me to clean it up naked, while he and the brothers took turns throwing shit at me. I haven’t had an appetite for days, and any time that I do eat I end up puking. I swear you would think I was—

No.

My mind starts to calculate dates.

I’m late.

It can’t be.

There is no way for me to know for sure. If I even hinted to him that I was pregnant I don’t even want to think about what he might do. The thought of it sends shivers down my spine. I need to be careful just in case I am.

My mind drifts to thoughts of Twisted. It’s been two days since I saw him. He looked at me as if he didn’t recognize me, he was right. The girl that he knew is gone. She’s been silenced, strangled, and beaten to the point that she won’t be coming back. Now I barely speak, no sarcastic comments, no laughing, nothing. I quickly learned that everything I ever said would be wrong so now I say nothing.

My wrist has welts from me pulling at the metal cuff. When he first brought me here I tried to yank on it, escape, call for help.

I learned my lesson.

The hard way.

“Help! Someone let me out of here!” My dad locked me in here this morning after he showed up at the house and made me leave with him. Walking out of the door caused a pain in my chest so sharp that I could have sworn I was having a heart attack. I shed silent tears on the ride over while he muttered about me finally getting what I deserved, and how I was a stupid girl who was about to be taught a lesson.

The door swings open slamming against the wall, and he is occupying the entire doorway space. Ammo, my dad’s vice president. His chest is heaving and his fists are clenched by his sides. I want to hide, to run, but there isn’t anywhere to go.

He takes a couple heavy steps into the room before kicking the door closed behind him, the thud making me jump. “All your screaming is doing is pissing me the fuck off.” He closes the distance between us, grabbing a handful of my hair and lifting me up so that I am standing. “No one is comin’ to save you. No one gives a shit about you. Your old man is lucky that I agreed to take you as payment. Only reason I did is because you have a tight little body that I’ve been wanting to tear apart.”

My stomach drops.

“Now you’re gonna give me what I came in here to get. Then I told the boys that in return for them having to hear you scream and bitch that they could come in and use your mouth as a cum dumpster. They wanted your pussy or your ass but I told them that shit was for me to demolish. Maybe next time you’ll think twice about raisin’ hell. Now, the more you scream with me, the more brothers get to come in here.” He laughs as he pushes me onto the mattress. I land face down and don’t have a second to lift my head before his weight is on top of me.

His large hands rip my shirt in half before doing the same thing with my shorts. “You ain’t gonna need clothes, ever again.”

He starts to laugh again.

Tears prick my eyes as I hear his belt buckle jingle.

I pray to God to do something.

To kill me.

Right before he slams into me.

Twelve.

That’s the number of brothers he sent in to have “fun” with me.

I cried during each one and after each I lay there praying it was over.

He had brought me into my dad's office to show him how he broke me already. Almost like destroying someone was something to be proud of. When I left the office my eyes were so full of tears and the one was swollen, I didn’t even recognize the guys. When Twisted had come into the room I swore that it was Ammo or one of the others coming back for more. I thought I was dreaming when I heard his voice. He tried to take a stand and fight for me, but like I knew it wouldn’t, it didn’t work. That’s why I never told him. There was nothing he could do to help me. No one could.

When I accepted my fate I would have never envisioned the possibility that I might end up pregnant. Now I have two options to figure out a way to get away; let Ammo find out, and kill the baby. The second wasn’t an option, not that the first one was. Everyone here knew I was being held, that it wasn’t my choice to be here. They just didn’t care. That’s one thing about the brothers; if it isn’t their business, they don’t give a shit.

No one has any compassion for me.

Except the redhead today.

A part of me wonders if I could use her. The way that she looked at me today makes me think she isn’t like the others. The blonde one is the worst. She whistles as she comes in, putting the tray down with a giggle before practically skipping out of the room.

The door swings open hitting the wall. I don’t even need to look up. I know it’s him.

As he approaches I curl my knees to my chest.

Please don’t touch me.

He gets my attention in his favorite way, with a fistful of my hair in his tight grasp. “Time to work. I need to work out some aggression.” The smile on his face causes bile to rise in my throat. I force it back down not wanting to piss him off more.

Don’t fight him.

Don’t hold your stomach, he’ll know.

I uncurl myself.

Ready to accept the fate that’s been handed down to me.

Closing my eyes I try to transport myself to a happier place.

One where the devil didn’t have me in his hands.

Twisted

Jesse walks through the door of the clubhouse, his eyes immediately landing on me. “What the fuck, bro? You call me yesterday, no explanation, just telling me you need me on the next flight. I had to cancel a whole bunch of shit. What’s the deal?”

I scrub my face with my hands. I’m dead tired. I couldn’t sleep all night thinking about her being there. “Nikki is gone. I have to get her back. I need you to train me.”

Jesse’s eyes go wide. “What are you talking about? What happened? Train you for what?”

“It’s a long fucking story that I’ll get to, but right now we can’t waste time. I got six days left until I have to fight the bastard that took her to get her back. This isn’t a tap out fight either, Jess. I need to fight to kill.”

He shakes his head. “Holy shit. You know I have your back. Let me tell my manager to clear my week.”

I called Jesse as soon as Ammo laid down the terms. We were fighting, the thing I never wanted to do again.

I’d do whatever I needed to for her though. The fact that she is still there is eating me alive. Shooter tried to call Preacher back to have them keep her in a neutral location until the fight, but the fucker won’t even take any more of our calls. He got pissed off at me yesterday because I was ready to go over there and get her. He says he gets it but he doesn’t. No one does.

I never saw this shit coming. The fact that she was a Pres’s daughter and used as some bargaining chip. I’ve asked myself a hundred times why she didn’t just come to me. I could have helped her. Protected her, until we worked shit out. I’m pissed as hell that she’s been lying to me too but right now I can’t even deal with that.

I went to the store this morning and got sparring equipment. The thought of swinging my fist toward Jesse again makes me sick. He took our past and made something of it. I took mine and buried it, until now.

We head into the backyard and Jesse put the pads on his hands, then holds them up to me. “Punch me.” I stand there and I can’t do it. Jesse pushes me and I stumble back a few steps. “You want your girl back? You think the asshole isn’t training?”

My fists ball at the mention of him. I swing toward Jesse but he catches it and twists me into a position that could break my arm with one jerk.

“We have a lot of work to do, big brother.” He stands in front of me again motioning for me to go after him. “You need to look for an opening. Find my weak spot. It takes twice as much energy to throw a punch and miss. Don’t waste your time throwing punches that won’t cause damage. Be quick, make him exhaust himself.”

I throw a punch aimed at his kidneys but he jumps back and to the side, quickly landing a kick to the back of my thigh.

“Use your whole body. There are certain pressure points that will bring him to his knees. Hit him there and make it quick. You don’t want to ever give him enough time to have the upper hand.” He already has the upper hand. He has her.

We spend hours out there. Me throwing punches and Jesse easily deflecting them one after another. My body hurting from the contact and my head killing me from the fact that I’m getting my ass kicked. By the time he wants to break for lunch I’m feeling like shit.

“Come on, we’ll hit it again after you eat something.” He pats me on the back.

“I can’t lose, Jess. I have to save her. You didn’t see her. I need to win.” All I can see when I close my eyes is Nikki in that goddamn room. Naked, scared, and fucking needing me. Ammo’s fucking smug face, as I had to leave her there.

“We will have you ready. I promise. You want to win though, you have to take care of yourself. You need to replenish and get your head in the game.” He pushes me toward the door of the club. “Now get your ass inside before I take you down again.” I shoot him a pissed off look. “Sorry. Too soon?”

Walking in I see Lucy setting out plates of food. “Hey, T.” She walks over to me giving me a hug. “I’m so sorry about Nikki.”

I just nod at her.

“You need anything, let us know.” She walks away and Jesse’s eyes follow her ass.

“Put the brakes on that shit, brother. Whip will have your head if he catches you looking at her like that.” For the first time since Nikki went missing I laugh. I immediately feel guilty for it. I should be doing nothing but getting myself ready for this.

I eat something to get Jesse off my back and then stand up ready to go at it again.

“You really need to let yourself recoup, I know you—”

“No. You don’t know.” I throw my fist through the wall. “Everyone fucking thinks they know but they don’t. My girl is being held against her fucking will. They are doing God knows what to her! And I have to just fucking sit here and wait for six fucking days! As much as you might think you know, you have no idea. I will train every minute of every day until it’s time to get her back. I will beat that motherfucker until I force the last breath from his body.”

My brother looks at me as if he doesn’t know me. It’s because he doesn’t. I’m not the same person I was two days ago.

I’m a fighter.

I’m ready to kill.

I’m out for blood.