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Fury
F ury leaned back in his chair and smirked at the picture in front of him. She was fucking beautiful. Of course, her beauty wouldn’t last long once his men had finished with her. But she was the key to setting Rapid City on fire. Hawthorne would not recover from her loss; it would break him and his men.
Fury slowly stroked a finger down the cheek of the woman’s photo. Oh, he could see the fire in her eyes, and he couldn’t wait to break it. She’d scream, and he loved a woman with fight inside her. It made breaking them all the sweeter. Fury was trying to decide exactly what to do with her.
Should he return her after he and his men had broken her? Watching Hawthorne suffer pain would be exquisite. Hawthorne would have to live the knowledge he had failed the bitch, and every day, as she flinched from any man, he’d feel that suffering. Or should Fury allow his guys to do what they wanted and kill her horrifically, scarring Hawthorne? Decisions, decisions, he thought to himself.
Fury stared at the photo again. Either way, Hawthorne would hurt, and so would his team. Even if they did track her down, they’d never be able to break the defences he had here. And she would die before they even breached his walls.
Fury made a snap decision; he’d return her alive. Let Hawthorne suffer the consequences of thinking he was untouchable. Fury would fuck the bitch for a week to break her in for his men. Then, he would tie her to a table and let his guys take her when they wanted.
He’d give her an hour a day to wash, piss, and eat and then back she’d go. Spreadeagled and naked, tied to a table with her cunt and ass wide open to any brother who wanted it. Fury’s men, like any good biker, had no trouble taking a woman in public, but it would break her. She would be vulnerable and helpless.
Fury felt his cock rise in anticipation. He wouldn’t take her after his men had; he never did. But he always broke them in. He licked his lips as he envisioned her screams and wails. Fury’s mind turned towards them dumping her back in Rapid City; he’d ensure she was naked for that, too. Perhaps his brothers could shove her from a vehicle during rush hour, increasing the number of witnesses and intensifying her humiliation.
Fury imagined Hawthorne breaking down when he found her battered, bruised, and clearly a cum bag for his guys. On the day they returned her, Fury would make sure each of his men had her so their cum ran down her legs and stained her body. Hawthorne would know exactly what had happened to her. Everyone would.
She’d have nightmares for the rest of her life. She’d never fuck a man again. Hell, Fury could even order one of his men to carve her inside, ensuring she didn’t. She’d piss blood for weeks.
Fury grinned as he saw Volcano pass through his office. His son had a twelve-inch dick. Asshole could have been a porn star. Fury imagined her screams as his son took her ass with no preparation. Volcano would tear her up big time. Fury unzipped his jeans; his hard-on needed attention. He let his mind wander as he imagined shoving his cock into that soft cunt. Oh yeah, his men were snatching her today, so he didn’t have long to wait.
Dana
After the fiasco at the cabin, I returned to work the next day after Ezra and I had caught up on sleep. Ezra hadn’t agreed, but I insisted it was what I needed. The vacation had been ruined, and just one day of sitting around had driven me insane. Despite one arm being in a sling, it didn’t mean I couldn’t do my job. Ezra had capitulated eventually. I knew he was hiding something still but was happy not to push Ezra with so much happening. The phone rang, and I picked it up, wincing as screaming echoed down the line.
“They’ve taken her!” Lina screamed.
“Who?” I asked, frightened.
“Marissa. Some bikers jumped out of a black van, snatched Marissa, and punched McKenna. Dana, I got the plate number. Quick, take it. You have to find her!” Lina shrieked.
Hurriedly, I scribbled down the information Lina gave me and told her to stand by.
Without hesitation, I hit the alarm button and raced through the adjoining door and headed up the stairs.
Dylan met me halfway up to his floor.
“Marissa’s been kidnapped by the Fangs. Lina and McKenna were with her. Lina got a plate number,” I cried.
Dylan raced towards me, snatched the paper from my hand and ran up the stairs. He was heading to Leila’s room.
“Leila, bring up the city’s network now! Marissa’s been taken,” Dylan roared as he left me behind. I kicked off my shoes and hurried back downstairs, ignoring the jolt of pain in my shoulder. I knew exactly what to do. Slamming into my chair, I punched in the first number.
“Drake.”
“Drake, it’s Dana. Marissa Hawthorne has been kidnapped by Venomous Fangs. She was taken off the street,” I gasped.
“Details,” Drake snapped.
“Still incoming. Dylan’s accessing the cameras across the city, but can you help?”
“Rage is riding, Dana; phone Ramirez,” Drake answered and cut the call.
“Ramirez,” the next caller said as I dialled his number.
I quickly explained what had happened, and Ramirez assured me that he’d put a BOLO out.
One after another, I ran through the list of people to ring: The Juno Group, Hellfire MC, Delta Force, the other allied MCs.
Footsteps pounded past me as the office emptied of everyone except Dylan, Leila, and Davies. We had to flood the street with bodies heading in different directions, so we’d have someone close when we tracked the vehicle. Delta Force was putting two choppers in the air and searching from there, and RCPD was organising an aerial search, too. The Chief of Police had given permission, knowing a powder keg would blow open should Marissa not be found. I put the phones on standby and rushed to Leila’s room.
Leila was tracing the van on camera, and Dylan brushed past me with Davies on his heels as Leila gave directions to those listening in on her call.
“Fallen Warriors are heading that way,” Drake said over the co-joined line. “Gunner, Rock, and Harley are the closest members of Rage.”
“Dylan, I’m diverting a chopper in that direction,” Jacob announced.
“Hellfire is ten minutes out on the I90. We’re not close,” Chance said.
I wrung my hands helplessly as this was Leila’s skill set, not mine.
“Coffee?” I murmured, and Leila nodded.
I left the room, glad to help somewhere. As I returned to my floor, I pressed the button for Leila’s favourite latte and added the flavouring.
My hands were shaking as I wondered what had happened to McKenna and Lina. Were they safe? Lina had mentioned McKenna getting punched. Quietly, I prayed McKenna wasn’t seriously hurt. The coffee machine pinged and poured Leila’s drink, and I placed a mug under it to pour my own. We’d get Marissa back; we had to.
Fury
Fury grinned as the call came in. They had the Hawthorne woman. It wouldn’t be long till he had his dick in that bitch’s cunt. Fury’s men would head to the airfield for a private plane, and she’d soon be in his hands. For a good twenty minutes, he allowed his thoughts to run riot. Fury was betting Hawthorne was in a real state. His baby sister had been taken straight off the streets. Not so invincible now.
Fury’s good mood evaporated when the call came in that his men had picked up tails. A helicopter was also hovering over them with a second incoming. Snarling in anger, Fury smashed his fists against his desk and dialled a number.
“Second target is a go,” he snarled.
He didn’t want this one. But he would take her, anyway. Everyone was out hunting for the Hawthorne bitch; nobody would see another attack coming. One way or another, he’d have a Hawthorne bitch under him tonight.
Dana
As I went to carry the coffees upstairs, I noticed movement in the parking lot. The camera picked up on eight bikers entering. At first, I thought they were allies, and then I saw their patch. Shit, Fangs were here, and there was only Leila and me present. One of Delta Force’s helicopters had picked up the van and Dylan and Davies had headed out. Dumping the coffees, I hit the lockdown button and watched as shutters slammed into place across the entrance doors. Metal shutters slammed down over the windows, and my phone rang.
“What the fuck is happening?” Leila demanded as I pressed the answer button.
“There are eight Fangs here. Stay on Marissa, I’ve initiated lock down,” I replied.
“Fuck!”
“Don’t tell Dylan; he needs to chase Marissa. I’ll phone Ezra. There may be allies close,” I stated, and cut the call. I grabbed my cell phone and typed in the code for the panic room behind my desk.
“Not a good time, Dana,” Ezra announced.
“The offices are under attack. There is only me and Leila here.”
“Fuck!” Ezra swore. “I’m on my way.”
“Be careful, there’s eight of them,” I replied.
Ezra ended the call, and I snatched my weapon from the desk and opened the panic room door. I placed extra clips inside my pockets and prepared myself to defend the offices and Leila.
Ezra
Ezra swung his bike around, causing traffic to swerve, and saw a surprised look shot at him by Lex and Lowrider. He pumped his fist for them to follow and headed back towards RC. It would take him ten minutes to arrive. He hoped Dana would hole up somewhere and be safe. His phone rang in his ear, and Ezra answered.
“What the fuck, bro?” Lex demanded.
“Fangs are mounting a two-pronged attack. They are attacking Hawthorne’s offices. There are only Leila and Dana there,” Ezra explained quickly.
“Phone Chance, he’ll be entering the city now,” Lex replied and cut the call.
Ezra dialled Chance.
“Change of plans. Send Hellfire to Hawthorne’s offices. They’re under attack and there’s only Leila and Dana there. Lex, Lowrider, and I are heading back, but you’ll be closer,” Ezra said quickly.
“We’re two minutes out from there. See you there, brother,” Chance stated and hung up.
Ezra opened the throttle on his bike. His woman was in danger.
Dana
The assholes outside the door weren’t too happy at finding a huge metal barrier blocking them from entering. There was shouting, and gunshots slammed into it. Shoot all you want, I thought, you won’t get through that.
After a few seconds, they gave up shooting, and it all went quiet. There was a screen, but it was behind me, and I couldn’t watch it without taking my eyes off the entrance. And I wasn’t prepared to do that.
I heard a hissing noise and frowned. What the hell was that? Quickly, I ducked behind the heavy door. There was a loud bang and a flash, and I realised they’d blown the door open. The sound of metal tearing made me wince, and I could hear glass shattering and falling. A quick peek confirmed there was a huge hole in the metal door, and a Fang was sticking his head through it. I waited until I could sight two of them and then fired. The first fell with a bullet hole in his forehead, and the second lost his throat.
My shoulder screamed in agony from the recoil, despite the fact I was using my right hand to shoot. I swallowed the pain and watched carefully for their next move.
Their friends pulled them out of the way.
“Come out now, you motherfucking asshole. There’s more of us than you,” an asshole shouted.
I knew not to reply. My voice would reveal that I’m female. And while they didn’t know who was defending the offices, they’d be a lot more careful. Anyway, who the fuck carried explosives with them? Fucking lunatics.
“If you don’t wanna die, throw your weapon down and come out,” the man called again.
A barrage of bullets hit the office moments later, and I cowered back behind the door. What the hell was I thinking? I was no hero. I longed to slam the panic room door, but if they had explosives, they’d reach Leila. The locked and reinforced doors wouldn’t stop them with whatever they were using.
A head appeared, and I refrained from shooting. The panic room door was barely open. I had my gun poking through a gap, but from the angle at which they were looking, it would appear a solid wall.
“The fucker ran.” Someone chuckled, and the remaining six stepped into the office. “Blow that door.”
A tall, lanky man strode towards the door which led to the inner offices, and I took aim and fired. For a moment, the Fangs stood staring at the fallen brother, and then they whipped around and saw me. I got off one more shot before they stormed towards me, shooting. I slammed the door shut and dashed to the screen. Pulling up the office cameras, I could see them trying to get into the panic room.
They placed a small package on the door, and I watched as it exploded. Fear leapt into my throat, but when the smoke cleared, there was a tiny dent and not much else.
“Fuck! Put more on!” a guy demanded.
My screen split in two as the cameras in the parking lot activated. My heart nearly stopped as a second lot of bikers rode up. And then it leapt for joy. I knew those cuts. Hellfire MC! Chance was here, and that meant Leila and I had a chance at surviving this.
The five remaining Fangs were so intent on breaking down my door, they wouldn’t notice Hellfire coming up behind them. Three men separated and stuck a small package on the adjoining door. I quickly dialled Leila.
“They’re gonna breach the joint door. Are you locked in?” I nearly stumbled over the words.
“Yes, and Hellfire just arrived. Keep calm, Dana, everything is going to be fine,” Leila answered cooly.
That was alright for Leila to say, I thought mulishly as she cut the call. The door experienced another explosive impact, and this time, it rocked.
“Again, double it, we’re getting somewhere,” a voice said. I could hear everything clearly through the camera. What made me wonder was why they hadn’t disabled it yet? Surely they’d seen it.
A third explosion damaged the door enough that I saw it was going to open on the next blast. Where the hell was Chance? The fourth explosion burst open the door, and I crouched down behind the desk and began shooting blindly over my head towards the door. I knew better than to expose myself.
Curses ripped through the air as I gathered I’d hit someone. Panic was welling in my throat. Hellfire should have been here by now. Where the fuck were they? Had they left us?
“Dana! Dana! Stop firing, we’ve got them!” Chance bellowed through my fear and blind shooting. I kept clicking the trigger button even though bullets were no longer coming out.
A large, warm hand covered mine, and green eyes stared down at me.
“It’s okay, baby,” Chance said gently.
I briefly wondered about my appearance. I could only imagine wild-eyed, white-faced, and I’d lay money my makeup had run with my tears. But I did not care. The gun fell from my grip, and I threw myself at Chance. He didn’t even rock as he caught me and wrapped me up tightly. A hand soothed my back as I clung to Chance’s cut and sobbed.
“Why does this shit keep happening to me?” I demanded with a wail.
“Shhh, Dana, we’ve got you now,” Chance murmured as I refused to let him go.
“Why, Chance, why?” I sobbed. Chance bent and picked me up, cradling me like a baby, and I buried my head into his shoulder. “I only want a quiet life.”
“Ain’t gonna get that with Ezra, sweetheart,” Chance said, seemingly amused. He carried me out of the panic room and to a sofa.
“Get one of Hawthorne’s vans and take those assholes to Rage. Axel is there; he’ll tell you where to put them. And be quick, but leave the dead. All the fuckin’ explosions will bring RCPD down in a hurry,” Chance ordered Bear, his VP.
With a worried glance, Bear picked up the man’s body, who appeared to still be alive. Levi and Shotgun followed him, carrying two more living men. I didn’t ask, as I didn’t want to know. The bodies of the guys I shot kept coming into view, and I winced, stuffed my face into Chance’s throat, and hid.
The office door opened, and Leila stepped through. “Police are on the way.”
“Good,” Chance said.
Ezra bellowed my name and came barrelling through the hole in the door. He was wild-eyed, and his eyes searched for me wildly.
“Holy shit!” Ezra exclaimed at seeing the bodies and then spotted me. In four long strides, he was tearing me from Chance’s arm and cradling me in his.
“Are you hurt?” he demanded.
“No. Scared and sickened, but not injured.”
“I can’t believe this shit,” Ezra said, looking around at the office. “Hawthorne will freak the fuck out.”
“Marissa!” I exclaimed through my tears.
“They have her. Marissa’s safe. A little bruised and beaten, but alive. She’s on her way to the hospital,” Leila explained.
“Hear Jacob brought a fuckin’ chopper down on the plane,” Chance stated, tilting his head.
“Yup. Straight on top. Never seen anything like it. A plane, being chased by bikers and SUVs, taxiing down a runway, and a chopper hovers in front of it to stop it taking off. That’s some Miami 5-0 shit right there,” Leila said with a grim smile.
“Holy crap,” Ezra exclaimed.
“Yeah, and then Jacob’s team scaled that fucker like a kid in a candy store. They blew the door off that plane and charged in to grab Marissa. Rage and Hawthorne’s might as well have had movie tickets for all the help they were able to give,” Leila added with a dark chuckle.
“Sorry to have missed it,” Lowrider commented as he sat down beside me.
I peeked up at Lowrider from Ezra’s chest.
“Hey, pretty lady.” Lowrider winked, and Ezra growled.
“Go flirt with your own wife,” Ezra grumbled.
“You okay?” Lowrider asked, peering into my eyes and ignoring Ezra.
“No,” I replied honestly.
“Not surprised, but you survived, Dana, and that’s all that matters.”
“Damn straight,” Lex declared, joining us.
“Thanks for getting here so quickly,” Ezra said to Chance.
“Easy enough when we were round the corner. Although hearing those blasts fuckin’ rocked me a bit, I don’t mind saying. But there Dana was, your woman, shooting over her head like a pro, and she’d hit two of the fuckers,” Chance spoke to Ezra.
“This will fuck with her right on top of the cabin incident,” Chatter said. “See Dana gets in with Janet.”
“Good idea,” Ezra agreed.
I didn’t care, I just shut them out and retreated to my own little world, which consisted of Ezra and myself.
Ezra
Ezra was shaking as he dashed up the stairs. As they arrived at the parking lot at Hawthorne’s, he could hear blasts rocking the building. The door between the car park and stairs was shot, and the lock was removed. Ezra didn’t hesitate as he ran full out and barrelled through the hole in the entrance.
The state of the offices made him pause as he looked around in horror, and then Ezra spotted Dana clinging to Chance like a lifeline. He raced over and snatched Dana up close. A quick check reassured him that she was uninjured and alive.
Ezra’s body relaxed as he sat with Dana in his arms, content to know she was safe. He watched as she listened to the conversation around them, and he recognised when she tuned out.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed.
“How close was it?” Ezra demanded in a low voice.
Chance peered at Dana before answering. “Too damn close. On both counts. They’d gotten Marissa into a plane, and they’d breached the offices and had the panic room door open. Dana wasn’t planning to go quietly; she was firing over the desk blindly, which allowed us to take them from behind. But it was close, Ezra, on both counts.”
“This shit has to stop,” Ezra muttered.
“Agreed. But until we find where that cunt is hiding out, our hands are tied. Fury’s bringing the war to us, which is fine. On our turf, we’re stronger. But Fury attacks randomly and with no rhyme or reason. The asshole is all over the place. He sends in weaker teams because he’s ridding himself of the chaff. And even though they are weak, they’re strong enough to cause chaos. And we still don’t have a fuckin’ number for the amount of men he’s got,” Chance said.
Chance ran a hand through his hair, and Ezra noted how tired he looked.
“Is Clio okay?”
“Yeah. She’s kicking Hellfire’s ass and determined to make us one big family. Nobody dares say no to her after her blow-up at Thanksgiving. And that bastard dog of hers. Jesus, it causes more trouble than the kids.”
Ezra hid a smile. Calamity discovered an abandoned Great Dane puppy and offered it for adoption. It had caused mayhem at Clio’s fundraiser, and she’d tackled it head-on and forced Chance to adopt her and called her Poppy.
“Bet she takes a lot of walking.”
“Are you kidding me? I take Poppy out on the bike. Fucker is almost as fast as me. The prospects hate her because she only listens to Clio, and the kids ride her like a horse,” Chance complained.
Ezra allowed himself a chuckle. There had to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
On that note, Ezra’s phone rang. He picked it up and answered it. Ezra’s gaze swung to Chance as his face set in fury.
“What?” Chance demanded when Ezra hung up.
“Someone set Dana’s house on fire. That was Bill Hawthorne. They’ve put it out, but it already appears to be deliberate, and there’s a lot of damage. If this isn’t just the icing on the fuckin’ cake.”
“Shit,” Chance murmured, his gaze sweeping Dana.
“Shit, indeed,” Ezra replied.