The guy who injected her started to move back. More shouting was happening.
“You’re not going f**king anywhere. We’re in this together,” Gill said, pointing a bloody knife at each man.
I want to get out of here.
Prior to the drugs her mouth had felt awful and swollen. Now she couldn’t feel anything or make any sense of her touch or taste. Licking her lips she stared up at the ceiling where there had been sunlight hours before. She no longer felt the pain of injuries, which she knew was bad for her.
Keeping her gaze on the ceiling she wondered how they were going to get out of this. If The Skulls didn’t come then she knew she was in for a worse fate than being forced to take drugs. Her dress was half open, and the lust she’d seen in Willy’s eyes couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. She’s also heard what Gill said. They were going to take it in turns to rape her.
Her body felt so light. Sophia tried to stay focused on that thought, but nothing was happening.
Willy moved beside her, reaching out to touch her. His hand hovered over her chest. She started laughing. Without the pain to immobilize her she could think of something else.
He gripped her face hard. “What the hell are you laughing about, whore?”
His hand was shaking where he held her in place.
“You’re going to die. You’re all going to die,” she said, chuckling.
“That’s my woman, men. She knows a lost cause when she sees one, and you guys are lost causes.”
“You’re f**king bluffing, and you know what, I’m going to f**k your whore right here,” Willy said.
Sophia wriggled in the restraints wishing she could get free. Staring at the ceiling, she heard the sound of clothes being torn off.
Come on, someone save us. Please, please, please.
She begged and pleading, hoping and begging someone would save them.
Nash was screaming and cursing once again. The fear in his voice didn’t help to settle her nerves. She didn’t know how she’d be able to cope if Willy raped her.
“What the f**k are you doing?” the supplier asked. “This was not part of the f**king plan. I’m all for getting your rocks off, but this is not the f**king way to do it. Not with the deal you guys told me about. They should be here any minute.”
For a split second Sophia liked him, but then she remembered what he’d done to her. The panic felt like it was in another part of her brain. She couldn’t move, but she sensed her feelings rather than reacted to them. The f**ker, she was so going to hurt him. How would he like it with his own drugs pushed through his f**king arm?
Her mind was all over the place. She couldn’t deal with one solid form. Her dress was torn some more, and she screamed, wanting, no needing to get him as far away from her as possible.
“She’s going to learn her place, and it’s about time this f**ker saw it,” Willy said.
“No, you f**k her, and we’re screwed. This is not part of the plan. There is a whole club looking for them. I’m not going to risk my life for this. She’s yours once he’s out of the equation and we’re safely away from this f**king place.” Whatever Nash had done to his supplier had put the fear inside him.
The supplier walked away toward the door. Gill looked ready to say something else.
Suddenly she turned her head as the sound of rumbling bikes filled the whole of the barn. She never thought the sound of bikes would comfort her. In those few moments it was the sound of heaven to her ears. Nash was smiling as he looked at the men.
“Showtime.”
Chapter Thirteen
Nash was going to kiss every single bike he saw. Willy was pulling up his jeans as the sound of grunting met his ears. The front door to the warehouse was crashed through showing Lash holding a baseball bat. Men were everywhere with Gill, Willy, and the supplier charging out to fight.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw bikes with the emblem of the Chaos Bleeds. He owed Tiny a lot for bringing in the other biker club. Lash went to his side.
“Devil knew where you were. He asked about the surrounding area, and he came up with this. I couldn’t even f**king think,” Lash said.
“I don’t give a f**k. You’re here, and that’s all that matters.” The pain in his thigh was excruciating, and his body ached everywhere from the crash. Standing up was a chore, but he did it.
Lash helped him to his feet. The sounds of gunfire and screaming could be heard. He was so happy that the men had charged out of the warehouse to help their crew. Limping over to the table he pushed Sophia’s dress together. He took the knife from Lash and tore at the rope holding her in place.
Cupping her cheek, he brushed his lips to hers.
“They injected her with heroin. I need you to stay with her, Lash.” Nash stroked her cheek. “I love you, baby, but I’m going to go and hurt some men.”
“Don’t leave,” she said.
“I’ll carry her out, Nash. Don’t worry about it. We’ve got more than enough men to cover the crew that contained you. They’re not walking away alive.” Lash wiped at his brow. “We rode hard and fast to get to you.”
“I’m glad. I doubt they were going to wait around for something fun to do.” Nash helped Sophia sit up. Her body was covered in a layer of sweat.
“I’ll help her,” Lash said. “Go.”
He held her face between his hands. “The men that touched you, all of them, are going to die.”
Lash took over, holding her steady as Nash walked out of the warehouse. He was limping even with his determination to see the end of the men who threatened his woman. Outside he saw several bodies on the ground. The three men he wanted were held captive by The Skulls. Chaos Bleeds were fighting some of the other men.
Nash didn’t care about the others. There were three men he wanted to end. Behind him he heard Lash helping Sophia out of the building. The moment they were done he was taking her to the hospital. Zero was free and moved toward Sophia. Glancing behind him he saw Zero help her with her walking.
“Come on, we’ll get her to a hospital,” Zero said.
“No, I want to see,” Sophia said, forcing both men to stop.
Tiny was holding Gill by the throat. “I got word there was an uprising in my town. I brought in recruits, and now it’s time to show them what happens when they take on The Skulls.”
Walking closer, Nash took the knife and gun Murphy and Butch handed him.
“These three were inside the barn. We saw them exit and figured our brother would like to hurt them.”