Page 12 of Brandishing Balance (Devil’s Psychos MC #3)

Marcos

I sent the link Axel had given me to Jack Adams immediately, hoping that Jack could track down something—anything.

Then I called Jason into Maya’s bedroom at her mother’s house, and together we began to watch the videos of the last week of Maya’s captivity.

Despite Axel’s warning not to, I needed to know.

I grew sicker and angrier the longer we watched. Both of us sat on Maya’s bed, leaning back against the wall while we watched the shit on my phone. Thankfully Luke was asleep.

“Dude, no more,” Jason finally snapped. He stood from the bed and began to pace in front of it. “I’m going to kill that motherfucker.”

I was numb, I was beyond reaction at this point.

I needed to watch them all, because every little detail I committed to memory.

I would find Dax Hillcrest and repeat each and every touch, every hit, every fucking thrust into Hillcrest myself.

The man would experience the hell he put Maya through tenfold.

Hitting play on the next video, I ignored Jason’s pacing and continued watching.

“I can’t sit here anymore.” Jason stalked from the bedroom.

I heard the front door close quietly a couple seconds later. I thought briefly about following Jason, knowing he likely went around the corner to the new house, but decided against it. Jason needed to calm down, and I wasn’t done with the videos.

There was a knock on the bedroom door that had me pausing the video and locking the screen. I looked up to see Luke standing there rubbing his eyes. “Hey, buddy. What are you doing up?”

“I heard Jason’s voice, then heard him leave. Where’s he going?”

I sighed and patted the bed next to me. “He was having problems sleeping. He was going over to the new house to check on things.”

Luke frowned as he took a seat next to me on the bed. “When are you moving in there?”

“Not sure yet. Jason called around to get the floors done. He wants new carpet upstairs and the hardwood refinished downstairs. Could still be a couple weeks.”

“Why doesn’t he ask Uncle Johnny? He owns a construction company.” Luke was so matter-of-fact; I was caught off guard.

“Uh, guess we hadn’t thought about it.” I huffed a laugh and rubbed a hand over my head. “Yeah, definitely forgot about that.”

Luke giggled softly, sliding onto his side, next to me on the bed. “Well, ask him tomorrow, I bet he can get it done ASAP.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Silence fell between us, both of us lost in thought, zoning out on the wall in front of us. I let it linger for a few more minutes before I spoke softly. “You did good tonight, at the gym.”

A slowly smile pulled across Luke’s face. “Thank you.”

I chuckled softly. “I’m proud of you, Luke. I know this is hard. I know it hurts, but it’s going to be ok. I’m going to get your mom back.”

The smile slowly faded from Luke’s face. He nodded his head once, but didn’t reply.

I frowned, knowing there wasn’t anything more I could do for Luke to reassure him.

Maya

I didn’t know what day it was or how long I’d been captive. I didn’t know if it was day or night, or when the last time I even ate anything.

I knew only this: a bone deep exhaustion, pain of unimaginable levels, and I wished for death.

My eyes were puffy and swollen from both crying and the slaps to the face that I’d endured for the sake of their viewers . The fact that even my teeth ached, told me the fever coursing through my body was serious.

Lying on the threadbare mattress, my mind drifted to Lucas, as it often did, then to Marcos and Jason and Nico. My precious Nico, who had forgiven me explicitly and loved me no matter all the heartache I’d put him through.

I wondered how Luke was doing without me, but knew that Marcos would take care of him. Was my mother enjoying the peace and quiet? Or was she upset that something happened to me? We might have had a rough relationship over the years, but I had hoped we had moved past it.

Did Jenna know I was gone? My sister would have sped down the highway to raise hell if she knew.

Was she causing a shit storm for Marcos to deal with?

I almost smiled at the thought of my tiny, yet older sister wreaking havoc on my guys.

Jenna had loved the stories I had told her over the years.

She had always been adamant that I should have told my guys the truth, but Jenna also hated that they never came to Chicago. Never fought for me.

Would they come for me this time? Would they even be able to find me?

There was a bang as the steel door slammed against the wall. I barely flinched as Dax Hillcrest stalked into the room. I didn’t bother to look at him, still lost in my mind as I zoned out on the concrete wall in front of me.

“Up an at ’em, little whore,” Hillcrest said, amusement in his voice.

I didn’t move.

He grabbed my foot and roughly yanked my body down the mattress. I immediately began to flail and fight him, but two other men walked in the room. They moved quickly, helping Hillcrest grab me. Despite my thrashing, I was too weak to get away, and the three of them quickly subdued me.

I was carried out of my cell and down the hall to the filming room. It held all their torture equipment and lights, though knowing Hillcrest, one of the men was filming me even now. They always had a camera on me.

They tossed me onto another mattress and I stayed where I landed, too exhausted to move. It wouldn’t matter; they would move my body where they wanted me. Sure enough, a moment later, hands were on me. The men rolled my on to my back and slid my body to the edge of the mattress.

Leather cuffs bound my hands and stretched them taut above my head. I barely uttered a sound as my legs were bent back and my ankles landed somewhere near my head. Somehow, they were tied in place and I was left contorted on a bed with bright lights shining from every angle.

“Fantastic,” the camera man said. It was the same guy, always the same guy that gave orders on how to arrange my body, how far to push me, how to give the audience what they wanted.

“Where are the nipple clamps?” Someone asked.

“Here,” Hillcrest responded.

I closed my eyes and zoned out, falling deep into my mind as the male voices around me spoke about me and their viewers. I felt a prick of pain in my neck before I was floating. A low moan escaped me as someone started massaging around my pussy.

“Dude, what are you doing? Fuck her already,” someone said.

“Not into dry pussy. It’s better when its gushing for you.”

“Then go last, by the time we’re finished with her, she’ll be gushing for you.” Male voices snickered around the room.

I didn’t know how many men there were, but I had a feeling I knew who they were: Dax’s crew. He was going to share me with them after all.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me as he continued to massage my pussy lips and mound. Again, laughter echoed around the room, but I was too far gone to care. Whatever it was that they injected me with kept me feeling nice and floaty, everything was heightened.

“Keep going,” the camera man said. “The viewers are into it. They want to see her squirt.”

The other guy chuckled. “Sure thing.”

I was helpless to stop him as his fingers danced over my skin.

Rubbing and pulling, he plucked gently at my labia and clit, before he slowly inserted a finger inside me.

It was torture in a different way as he slid his finger in and out, swirling it around before he slipped in a second finger alongside the first.

I moaned loudly as he worked my core.

More laughter around the room. “Play with her tits.”

“Clamp them.”

“Nah, let me play first.”

I didn’t know who was speaking, there were too many men in the room. Someone plucked and pulled and pinched my nipples. Arching my back, I tried to get more from them as I moaned loudly.

“She fucking loves this. Such a dirty whore.”

The fingers in my cunt abruptly changed their rhythm from a slow sliding fucking, to a concentrated circling as they hooked upwards inside me and pressed against my top wall. “Ohhhh.” I moaned low in my throat, throwing my head back in pleasure.

“That’s it,” the guy in front of me murmured. “So close now.” He pressed his fingers harder to that spot inside me and jerked his fingers faster.

I screamed as I came with an earth-shattering orgasm that crashed over me, and a very large amount of fluid gushed out of me, soaking the hand between my legs and the bed beneath my ass.

Cheers were yelled around the room, both in excitement and in awe, like they’d never seen a woman squirt before. “She fucking likes it!”

I was lost to the pleasure and the drugs in my system as my entire body shook in ecstasy from the powerful orgasm.

“Fuck yeah. The tips are pouring in! Thank you, whore!” the cameraman shouted.

“Enough of this,” Dax snapped.

The fingers were pulled away and someone slammed into my pussy. I didn’t even feel any pain. I arched in pleasure and moaned loudly.

Guilt and shame warred within me. This was so much worse than when they were hurting me. The pleasure, the orgasms, those were supposed to be good things. They weren’t supposed to be associated with this nightmare.

The drugs they gave me this time, though, made everything feel ten times better. It didn’t help that the guy who had been massaging me and gotten me so worked up so quickly, that I was dying for another release already.

Someone started playing with my tits again, massaging and squeezing, getting on board with pleasure and not pain. It was hell. I moaned loudly and the room laughed.

“Fuck yeah, she’s making more money tonight than she has with the torture,” the cameraman said.

Imagine that, pleasure sold. Even on the dark web, I thought.

Dax kept fucking me roughly, slamming in deep. I was so keyed up by whatever they gave me and the attention they were giving me, that I quickly came again, arching my back and screaming out.

A moment later Hillcrest grunted, as he followed me over the edge.

My vision swam in and out of focus. I blinked lazily as I glanced around. Despite the excessive brightness, I could distinguish enough to count the men. There were four to my left and another four to my right. Behind Dax, I could make out another two or three.

It was too many.

The men were all in various stages of undress, with wicked gleams in their eyes.

Some were already jacking off while watching the show in front of them, while others were holding handheld cameras, getting the action from all angles—including close ups of where Hillcrest was slowly pulling his cock out of my cunt.

“All yours, boys.” He smirked down at me. “Run on a train on her.”

Dread coiled in my stomach as his words filtered through the haze of my drugged mind. A low moan escaped my lips. “Nuuu—” I tried to say no and pull away, but it was no use. My tongue felt heavy, as did my limbs, and I was tied too tightly to move.

Laughter echoed around the room.

Someone else gripped my hips and slammed into my cunt.

With a new wave of suffering, another groan escaped my lips.

Marcos

Saturday morning dawned bright and early, because I forgot to close the curtains in the bedroom. Luke stirred in the bed beside me, grumbling about the curtains and it being too early.

I felt his pain, but now that I was up, I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep.

I never could once I was up. Patting Luke’s back, I got up and shut the curtains for him, letting him sleep.

Despite it being Saturday and a game day, I wasn’t going to make the kid play if he wanted to sleep. There wasn’t much of a point.

Real life had swooped in and everything else could wait.

I hit the bathroom to relieve myself before I walked out into the living room. I found Jason sleeping in the recliner, a blanket pulled across him.

Creeping past him, I went into the kitchen to start up the coffee pot, only to find it already full. Elaine was sitting at the dining room table, sipping her own cup, while staring out the back patio door. “Morning,” I grunted.

Elaine murmured her own greeting that was sufficient.

Guilt ate at me every day that went by that we didn’t bring Maya home. Staying with her mom was hard on everyone, but no one wanted to be alone. If Nico wasn’t spending the night here, he was crashing at Leo’s place.

My phone pinged on the counter with an incoming message.

Jack Adams:

Found him.

Hope soared in my chest.

Marcos:

Where?

Jack Adams:

Meet me at Kevin’s at 9. I’m headed there soon. I’ll show you everything I have.

Bracing my hands on the counter, I let my head hang as I let out a breath of relief. We had a lead, finally .

“Bad news?” Elaine asked, her voice scratchy with sleep.

My head shot up. I had forgotten she was sitting there. “No. We finally have a lead. Our tech guy just texted. He’s got something.”

Relief shone on Elaine’s face, and I didn’t want to crush it. We had a lead on Hillcrest, but we didn’t know what shape Maya would be in after all of this. The videos were brutal and I would never tell Elaine about them.

I moved around the counter and over to where Elaine sat.

Crouching down beside her, I put my hand on her shoulder and met her gaze.

“It’s just a lead on Hillcrest’s whereabouts; we don’t know that he’s holding her there.

I’ll find out more in a little while. Jack’s going to meet me at my sister’s house. ”

Elaine patted my hand on her shoulder and gave me a nod. “I trust that you’ll do everything you can to find her and bring her home.”

“I will. We will do everything we can to bring her home, no matter what stands in our way.”