Page 11 of Submit (Two Wheeled Psychos #3)

The glass shatters around my gloved fist as I punch through it and reach in, unlocking the door, making more of a mess in the weasels house.

I couldn’t give two shits about it though.

I have one objective only, to release the enslaved prey chained to the floor, and get her the hell out of here and into the safety of my house.

She’ll never suffer again, unless she begs for it, and after some time with me and my controlled chaos, she will beg, over and over again as I’m making her cum for me, not him. She’ll be my princess and my slut, and everything in between, but first, I need to break her free from her keeper.

“What are you doing?” She yells, frantically wiping the floor and front of the cabinets to no avail.

“Getting you out of here.” I answer her, storming through the door, ripping off my helmet, squatting down next to her, grabbing the thick chain in my hands and giving it a firm yank.

When it doesn’t budge, I run down it until I get to the bolt in the floor. There’s a Master padlock keeping it attached to the anchor, one where it needs a key, but these locks have a weak point, and I know it.

“It’s no use.” She cries, her eyes dripping tears on the floor that she wipes away with the mess.

“Yee of little faith.” I chuckle, rising and searching through the asshole’s kitchen drawers looking for something strong enough for leverage.

The junk drawer rattles as I dig through it, my fingers moving things out of the way until I find it, the tool I need.

Pulling out a large honing rod for sharpening knives, I hold it up in front of my face with a wicked smile. “You’ll do just fine.” I say to it.

The lock pops open with a hearty lift and twist of the metal stick through the curved latch, and it falls to the floor with a solid thud.

She freezes, and looks at me, her green eyes growing large, her jaw trembling.

No words come from her mouth, but her hand raises, and she points at me just a second before an earth-shattering scream erupts from her.

Large hands grab my shoulders from behind, squeezing me and lifting me from my crouched position.

“Ahhh shit.” I curse as I’m abruptly yanked to my feet and whipped around, already knowing where this is going.

“She’s mine.” Tyler growls as he swings at me, his fist connecting with the left side of my jaw.

I have to admit the hit hurts a little, but I’d never show him that. Silently rubbing my jaw, I peer at him angrily with lowered brows and a scowl.

“Not anymore, asshole.”

Behind me I can hear the chains clanking together as she scrambles away from us. She’s naked and dragging a thick metal leash behind her. I yank off my jacket and toss it back to her, hitting her in the face with it, and it falls to the floor at her feet.

“What the?” She gasps, looking down at it as I watch her over my shoulder, yet still keeping an eye on the douche canoe in front of me.

“Put it on and go out to my bike.” I call out to her, dodging another swing from Tyler’s closed fist by leaning back, watching it pass by my face with an inch to spare. “Now, bunny.” I order, deepening my voice, commanding her to get her to move quickly.

With her listening like a good girl and gathering her chain in her arms, I can focus solely on him, and when I raise my arm and swing, he’s taken aback by the force I put into the jab I deliver to his smug face, smashing his nose in one hit.

Blood sprays from his face, coating my hand, arm, and face, as he breathes out through the pain, spreading droplets of it everywhere. He grabs his nose, bending forward, yelling obscenities at me through his cupped hands.

His body jerks back as I raise my knee and whack him in the face with it as hard as I can on a boisterous laugh.

I sound like a madman laughing at him as he flies backwards and lands against the counter, his back smashing against the marble surface, making a loud cracking sound before he crumbles to the floor, still holding his now red painted face.

To add insult to injury, and to make myself feel bigger and better, which I am, I bend down, getting eye to eye with him, my bright blue ones peering into his black ones that are rimmed in red with unshed tears of pain.

“She’s mine now.” I spit at him, taking my palm and hitting his forehead, slamming the back of his head into the cabinet door behind him, cracking the wood. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Quick and efficient, just how everything should be, is how I fight. I let them get the first hit in, it raises their confidence in themselves, which is how I take them down. Smugness will never protect them from my calculated moves.

I’m too smart, and too in control of my emotions to fall for the shit that I put my opponents through, and as I leave his house, with him bleeding and crying on his kitchen floor, I brush his blood off my hands onto my pants and slam the broken door behind me with a satisfied smirk.

There’s little lady footprints in the snow, with a long divot following them from the chain she was dragging behind her.

I track the prints around the house, but they don’t head out front towards the bike like I instructed her.

They lead to the north, and towards the house next door.

She made a run for it, with my jacket on her naked body and a metal dog chain attached to her ankles, and I don’t even know her name to call out for her.

“Fuck.” I curse, stomping through the icy weather, my helmet in my hand, my fingers squeezing it in my annoyance. “Why didn’t you just listen to me?”

The night is growing colder as each second passes by, the December weather coming back, and as I traipse through the whiteness already on the ground, more flakes begin to fall rapidly around me.

“Bunny. Where are you?” I call out into the still night. “Sweetheart. You’re okay now.”

Matching my footprints over hers, I follow them into the back yard of the neighboring home that is quiet and dark, with no lights on inside.

The house belongs to the Millers, and I know they’re out of town visiting their adult children for the holiday season down south.

Where I should be headed right now, to warmer weather.

“Bunny, baby. There’s no one home to help you. But I’m here. It’s okay. Come out to me.” I say loudly, drowning out the sounds of my shoes crunching in the snow. “Baby. Come on.”

Stopping, I look down at the trail she left, and I listen closely. Weeping comes from the bushes lining the fence line at the back of the property. Soft little whimpers and sniffles break through the night, leading me to her and her hiding spot.

My heart sinks in my chest when I crouch down and push the branches of a winter bared azalea bush out of the way, exposing her to my sight.

She’s crying and shivering, her arms wrapped around her body, trying to hold my jacket to her as tightly as she can.

Her tears are freezing on her cheeks, the little droplets looking like diamonds on her flushed skin.

“Oh bunny.” I whisper, reaching in the brush for her, making her jump back on her haunches and fall on her ass in the snow. “Shhh, easy.”

She’s terrified and cold, with her lips turning blue, and her jaw trembling, making her teeth clatter together as I gently wrap my hand around her forearm. I don’t pull. She’s a cornered animal, needing to be coaxed, not forced to come to me.

“N..n…no.” She murmurs through chattering teeth, shaking her head side to side.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you like he did. You can trust me.”

“Y…you’re…you’re…he said…bad.” She tries to speak, but between the fear in her and the hypothermia setting in, she can’t articulate well. It’s good enough though, for me to know he’s tainted her with lies about me.

“No, sweet thing. I’m not bad. At least not for you. Come on. Come with me before he gets up and comes out here. I beat him up, I didn’t kill him.”

With a subtle tug on her arm, I show her I’m going to lead but not force her to move. She has to make the decision to come with me. She has to be in control now, even if it will be the last time I allow that in a situation of danger.

“Mildred!” Tyler’s yell breaks the quiet night. “Where the fuck are you?” He screams from across the yard. “Mildred, you bitch!”

“Mildred huh?” I say to her quietly, forcing a small smile. “It’s pretty. I’m Adrian. Let’s get out of here before he finds us. Come on little bunny.”

Old-fashioned beauty is what her name suggests, and I can see it in her. It’s the reason I became obsessed with her at first sight. She exudes class and warmth, and old school appeal. The pretty title fits her perfectly.

I want to coddle her, and give her the time she needs, and I had planned on doing that, but now, with Tyler out here, conscious and searching for her, time is not on our side.

“I know your name.” She whimpers.

“Good. Now come with me before he finds us and I do have to kill him.”

“Why?”

“Because of what he’s done to you, little bunny.”

“I don’t know.”

Tyler is getting closer, his screams for her becoming louder. I don’t want to have to murder the man, not out here, not where anyone could see. I need to get her to come with me, whether she realizes it’s for her own good or not yet.

“Mildred!”

She squeals when I pull hard on her arm, yanking her out from the bushes. Bucking against me, she puts up a fight, her hair whipping my face, her chain jingling like sleigh bells in the night. When she slaps my face, I laugh and give her a warm smile.

“It’s okay baby. You get that one for free.”

Pulling her into my arms, I wrap them around her and lift her from her feet. She scrambles and kicks, her heel connecting with my shin, but the pain is nothing more than an annoyance.

“I’m trying to help you.”

“Help!” She screams, her voice breaking the air around us.

“He’s going to hear you, for fuck’s sake.” I grunt at her, tossing her over my shoulder, her naked ass in my face as she thrashes against me.

I want to bite that perfectly round thing, but not now. I have to get her out of here and the danger that is coming closer now that it knows where she is. He’s getting closer, I can hear his feet crunching in the snow, and his panting breath as he stomps towards us.

“Mildred!” He yells, and he’s found us.

I’m standing in the neighbor’s yard, with his slave over my shoulder, her nude butt hanging out, and her tether dragging on the ground at my feet. She’s wriggling in my hold, begging quietly for me to put her down, and I want to, to make her trust me more, but I can’t.

“I’m sorry baby.” I say to her, and take off across the white lawn, running with her draped over me, her feet kicking wildly.

“Put me down.” She cries.

“Not yet.” I huff at her as I cross the front lawn and make it to my bike.

The suspension on the bike takes the weight as I toss her down on the seat.

Normally a backpack would ride behind me, their arms wrapped around me as I drive, but that’s not going to work.

I don’t trust her not to try and jump off, or worse.

I would never forgive myself if she got injured because of me.

I’m trying to make sure she is safe, and not being subjected to pain anymore, at least not the type of pain that hurts her soul.

Her body, that’s another thing, and I do want to hurt her, to see her cry, to hear her beg for me. Just the thought of that alone makes me hard in my pants as I wrestle her into place between my crotch and the gas tank of the bike.

“Hey!” She squeals as she feels my hard on poke at her naked cunt that’s pressed tightly against me.

“Sorry bunny, I can’t help it.” I chuckle, revving up the bike, warming it up for a half second as Tyler sprints towards us, cursing, shaking his blood coated fist in the air at me.

The cold air blows past us as I take off down the street, her legs wrapped around my waist from the front, her head in the way of me seeing anything properly.

This is the most dangerous ride I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some dumb shit in my life.

But in the end it will be worth it, if only she would cooperate and stop fucking moving around while I try to save her ass.