Page 5 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)

Chapter 5

Dozer

I zip-tied her wrists behind her back, and then brought her ankles up and zip-tied them to her wrists. I looked around again to be sure no one was watching, lifted her over the seats, and deposited her on her side on the front passenger seat. I jumped out the back, lifted the bike and put it into the back, closed it up, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and settled the woman onto the floorboard, which thankfully was plenty big for her since she was a tiny thing.

Less than five minutes after pulling into the parking lot, we were pulling right back out. I turned my phone off and put it into a signal-blocking bag I kept in the glovebox. I tossed all my loose cash in there as well.

I had to come up with where to take the little bitch, because she’d fallen into my lap, and now she was mine .

I breathed in and parsed through the scents. No drugs. She’d recently eaten peanut butter, a banana, and some potato chips. No smell of sex on her. Not on birth control pills. She smelled healthy and terrified, as well as pissed.

“Not many people your age know how to drive a manual transmission. Who taught you?”

She didn’t say anything, so I tried again. “Same person who taught you how to steal them? My steering column’s intact. Thanks for that. I’m guessing you went into the starter relay?”

Silence, but her scent told me I was right.

“If you were a man, I’d beat the fuck out of you for stealing my truck.”

More fear, and her heart rate picked up. Fuck , but I needed to make sure the bitch wasn’t a kid, and that pissed me off all over again. If she was fifteen, I’d spank her ass and maybe even belt her, but then I’d have to figure out who to give her to. Hopefully there’d be parents, but I was in a world of shit if there weren’t.

“How old are you?”

Still no answer. Rather than get on the interstate, I drove towards Lookout Mountain and went around to the east side of it, which took me partway up the mountain before I could head back down. I pulled onto a road with no cameras and very little traffic, opened the glove box, removed the dot, and tossed it out the window. I put some rubber gloves on I had in the console, dragged the large duffel onto the passenger seat, and went through it. I used the little bitch’s finger to unlock her phone, and looked through the pictures first. Lots of pictures of her with a biracial man. Three months before, lovey-dovey selfies, but not so many of them recently. Trouble in paradise. I used my burner phone to get a few pictures of him, as well as a Hispanic woman who showed up a few times. I took pictures of the contacts she texted with the most, and read through the texts.

Someone named Dray was pissed at her when she first left, demanding she come back, but then he apologized and said he was just trying to scare her, he didn’t mean it – but he didn’t say what it was that he didn’t mean. He asked why she’d uninstalled the program they used to keep track of each other — he couldn’t find her, and he was worried about her, but it sounded like bullshit to me. My guess? He’d made some kind of threat, and she’d run.

She had a little over two hundred dollars in cash stuffed in the side of her duffel, and another eighty in her wallet. I leaned down and checked her pockets, and found another twelve dollars, along with a tube of chapstick. Clearly, she left with enough money to get her wherever she was going. I put all the cash onto the passenger seat.

I took pics of what I thought I might need from her contacts, messages, and pictures. She’d only had this phone three months, so I didn’t know what’d come before. There was no email address, no shopping apps, no food delivery apps. The history on the phone’s browser didn’t show shopping or delivery activity, either. When I was certain I had everything off the phone that might tell me something, I tore it open, removed the battery, and tossed the phone out the window, down an embankment where it wouldn’t likely be found. I’d dispose of the battery somewhere else. I hate littering, but there was no way I was tossing all this in a dumpster because too many of them are under surveillance these days.

I went through her duffel next. Jeans, shirts, some sexy underwear, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, eyeliner, mascara, a contour palette, a few makeup brushes, some chapstick, and a dozen ponytail holders. She was wearing athletic shoes, and there were no other shoes in her duffel.

There was no ID. Dray called her Daisy, but I had no way of knowing if that was a nickname or her real name.

It’d be safest to toss everything, in case he’d put a tracker in the bag, or in her clothes. Odds were, he’d do it with an air-tag, though, and I’d be able to find that. Plus, he hadn’t found her yet, and he was pissed she’d uninstalled the tracker on her phone.

With a sigh, I took a picture of all the makeup, the size tags on the jeans, shirts, and undies, zipped everything into the duffel, and pushed it out the window. I turned to look, saw the blanket and shirt she’d been using to sleep, and she finally spoke when she thought I was going to toss the blanket.

“No, please. Not the blanket.”

“Everything has to go in case Dray tagged it. I don’t want anyone to come looking for you and actually find you. The clothes you’re wearing will have to go, too. That’s next.” I stopped and said, “Unless you’re, like, fifteen, in which case I’ll consider handing you over to your parents. How old are you, Daisy May?”

A sob caught in her throat. “Don’t call me that.”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

A lie. “When were you born? Month, day, year.”

I counted to eleven slowly in my head before she supplied a date that worked, and the rotten scent of a lie gave her away.

“What year were you supposed to graduate high school?”

A sigh. “I was homeschooled. I’ve already graduated.”

Another lie.

I opened my knife, leaned down, and pulled her shirt up so I could slice it off without risk of cutting her. She tried to move and fight me, but it was tight quarters and she was hogtied, lying on her side. I cut her shirt and bra off, and then squeezed down on the nipple I could get to.

“Wanna try answering with the truth this time?” Her body was likely proof she was over eighteen because she had some impressive tatts — clearly professionally done. Still, I needed to know for certain.

“You’re hurting me! Ooowwww!!! Stop!!!!”

“Actual birthday, Daisy May.”

She gave me a date that would make her nineteen, and I released her nipple.

“You weren’t homeschooled, were you?”

She shook her head, and I asked, “Did you finish high school?”

“Yeah.”

“Any college?”

“A little, but it was stupid.”

Finally, some truthful answers.

The jeans were skintight, so I unbuttoned them and used brute force to rip them down the middle. I made a small cut at the bottom of both legs, and ripped them open from the bottom as well. It took a few minutes longer than I’d have liked, but before long, she was completely naked in the floorboard, and everything she’d owned was tossed in a ditch off the side of the road. I reminded myself the club spends a few weekends a year helping clean up various areas of town, like that made up for me trashing the woods here. It couldn’t be helped, though. I had to get rid of her shit in a way so it couldn’t bounce back on me.

I’d have to spend some time looking over her tattoos later. Her ass cheeks were completely inked, moving up her back. It looked like she’d eventually be inked everywhere her clothes covered, which told me she was still holding out for some kind of ordinary job.

Or that if she had to face her parents again, she didn’t want them to see her ink.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“That depends entirely on how obedient you turn out to be.”

I kept going on the road we were on, made our way to Lookout Valley, and to another side road.

There was an old hunting cabin about a quarter mile down this trail. How far was I going to take this? I could drop the bitch off somewhere and drive away right now. Give her the cash she’d had on her, maybe even take her back to where I’d left her bag.

But I knew I wasn’t going to do that.

The wind was whipping up and a storm was moving in. I’d have at least six hours in the hunting cabin without risk of a hiker near enough to hear us inside.

And I could make plans for how to keep her, if I thought she might work out. Maybe not permanently because of the whole human thing, but I could play with her a few weeks.

And maybe I could figure out how to keep her longer, if I played my cards right.

I’ve never raped anyone in my life, though, and I wasn’t prepared to do that today, either.

But we’d see how malleable the little thing turned out to be, wouldn’t we?