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Carmelle – October 2018.

W hat does normal mean to you? To me, it was getting up with my darling husband, Beau, making his breakfast while he showered and making his coffee.

Beau would come in and kiss me—with tongue, thank you—and pat my ass before sitting to eat. I’d make his lunch, and he’d grab it and his travel mug, and I would see Beau off to work.

Then I’d get the girls up, do housework and other stuff before preparing dinner. Beau worked hard so I didn’t have to. He wished me to do what I wanted, and when I said I wanted to stay home until the kids started school, that was fine. Dinner would be waiting for Beau’s return.

Beau would dump his briefcase by the door, shrug his suit jacket off and get on his knees with the girls. Sadie, the baby, was the apple of his eye, while Shannon was his princess. Beau loved his children hard . He didn’t bitch that he’d not got a son. Beau appreciated his girls. That’s a normal day for us.

On the twenty-second of October, when we sat down to eat, we expected nothing different. No trouble, no disturbances. Because we were average people, college sweethearts who married, started a family, and desired more children. Beau was an amazing guy and wonderful husband.

Beau and I were discussing his latest project at work when we heard a loud roaring, which cut off.

We swapped glances but didn’t go to check; neither of us knew anyone who rode a bike. I was wiping Shannon’s face when, all of a sudden, the front door was kicked in.

Beau leapt to his feet as hulking shadows appeared.

“Take the girls and run!” Beau shouted.

I snatched Sadie from the highchair, grabbed Shannon from where she sat and headed for the back door. As I opened it, a man shoved me backwards.

Beau roared and moved towards me, and his eyes suddenly widened, and I was splattered with a sticky red substance. Beau collapsed, a hole in his head, and I didn’t understand.

A scream left me, and I began moving towards him. A fist hit me in the face, and I stumbled as somebody roughly tore Shannon and then Sadie from my arms. Instantly, I began fighting to get the girls back when more punches landed .

In pure panic, I kept screaming and shouting.

“Shut that cunt up!” someone ordered.

A powerful blow felled me. My last thought was this was not a normal day.

I blinked my eyes as a tiny body curled into me, and I wrapped an arm tightly around Shannon. She burrowed into me as I took a few moments; I was disorientated and wondered where I was. Hell, I definitely wasn’t in bed because the ground was hard.

Then, my memory returned, and I gasped, sitting upright.

Sadie lay close by, and Shannon held me in a death grip.

I was inside a van, with two men leering at me.

“Create a fuss,” the man growled, “and a child will pay the price.”

I grabbed Sadie and Shannon and hauled them closer. A lump in my throat choked the scream that was rising.

The evil bastard pulled a gun and began cleaning it.

“They’ll need feeding,” I whispered. My face was sticky, and when I held my hand up, I saw spots of blood on it. Quickly, my mind shied away from who that belonged to.

The second guy dumped a carrier bag on the floor. “Make that last, you ain’t getting nothing until tomorrow,” he hissed.

Shannon whimpered, and I pulled the bag close and yanked out a sandwich. I ripped it open and handed it to her. My poor baby grabbed it and bit into it. The damn thing looked stale and nasty, but Shannon ate it as she was hungry. I gave Shannon a bag of chips and a can of coke next.

Shit, did these assholes have no idea what to feed kids?

“I need to feed Sadie,” I whispered.

The second guy, he had a name badge saying Badger, looked amused. “Get your tits out, then. Looks like you have a nice rack.”

Embarrassed, I started to turn my back for privacy, but the first man, Tonka, grabbed my hair and yanked me around.

“We got orders not to touch you, but we can fuckin’ look. Get your damn tits out,” he growled.

Crying, I ducked my head; only Beau had ever seen me feed the kids. I was an intensely private person, but Sadie was starting to pucker up, and I saw Tonka fiddle with his weapon.

Tonka licked his fat lips as he gazed at my breasts.

Badger moved as if to rip my blouse open, and I shrank back and quickly undid it. Sadie mewed, and Tonka aimed the gun at her.

I quickly whipped a breast out and shoved Sadie on. Sadie latched, her little hands kneading, and I sighed in relief as she didn’t cry. These brutal men terrified me, and I trembled.

Shannon began eating the chips as I watched the men. To my horror and disgust, Tonka put his gun away and undid his jeans. I went rigid with fear as he yanked his dick out and started masturbating. Shannon’s eyes grew huge, and I spun her around as Badger and Tonka laughed. What type of scum masturbated in front of a child? I was sickened and horrified.

“I’m imagining your mouth around me, bitch, and it feels so good,” Tonka panted, and I closed my eyes.

“Watch me!” Tonka yelled. There was a slap and a cry, and Shannon began crying.

My eyes flew open, and I slapped Tonka back. A blow slammed my head into the side of the van, and Shannon’s cries cut off with a gasp. Sadie wailed as my breast was jolted from her mouth, and there was a click of a gun.

Blindly, I shoved my nipple in Sadie’s mouth as I tried focusing.

“Tonka, don’t fuckin’ touch her. Volcano warned she’s not to be touched,” Badger demanded.

As I blinked into focus, Tonka scowled and began touching himself. “One day, I’ll shove my cock in her every hole.”

Tonka hissed as he came and then wiped his cum on my skirt. I wondered when this nightmare would end.

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Hungry, tired, and thirsty, I tried to keep my feet as we were yanked from the van. I’d been cooped up there for two days. Worse, I still had no idea why the girls and I had been kidnapped, and I operated out of shock. Mechanically, I ate and drank because I needed to keep my milk up for Sadie, but it was poor- quality food. That was affecting Sadie, as she had bad poops.

One of the kidnappers had the sense to buy Sadie and Shannon some diapers, cream, and wet ones. Shannon didn’t need diapers anymore, but with no clean underwear, she had to use them. Plus, they wouldn’t stop and let us use the toilet. Luckily, I could hold it, but Shannon didn’t have that control yet.

Mutely, I gazed at the building that we’d arrived at, and somehow, I knew I wouldn’t leave this alive. A huge man appeared, and those surrounding me instantly hushed. He studied the marks on my face and looked at my cum covered skirt.

“I ordered she wasn’t to be touched. Who did this?” he demanded, looking expressionless.

“Bitch fought back,” Tonka answered.

“They hit me when I held the babies. Can you help me, please?” I begged the huge man.

“Volcano—”

“Is that your jizz?” Volcano asked.

“Brother, I didn’t touch the cunt, but nobody said we couldn’t look.” Tonka smirked. That smirk disappeared in a mist of blood as Volcano drew his weapon and shot Tonka straight in the face.

A scream rose and died as Volcano turned dead eyes on me. “Who else hit you?”

Fear had swallowed me whole, and I couldn’t reply. Badger took a step back, and his actions gave him away. A second bullet took his head, and Shannon squeaked .

“If I give orders, I expect them to be followed. That’s what will happen when you assholes think you know better than me,” Volcano said. “Take her in, and don’t harm her. She’s Fury’s property.”

Two guys grabbed and dragged me inside, not even caring I held Sadie and Shannon. As we entered, I was surrounded by rough men who all began howling and calling out shit. Petrified, I curled around the kids to protect them as best as possible. Men shoved me, and hands groped my ass and pussy. I caught sight of a man moving towards me, who looked worried. Somebody snatched Shannon from my arms and threw her to the ground.

A cry left my mouth as Shannon started crying and curled into a ball. Someone kicked her as my top was torn open, and rough hands groped my breasts. They didn’t care that I still held Sadie.

“Enough!” Volcano roared, and I jumped in fear. Scared stiff, I wondered if he would help me, but Volcano’s next words sent chills down my spine. “Shut that brat up.”

I grabbed my blouse and picked Shannon up, murmuring soothing words in her ear.

“Let me go, please,” I begged Volcano. He’d shot two men for touching me, and that man had just groped me. Would Volcano shoot him, too?

“Ain’t happening, bitch. Carmelle, ain’t it? Couldn’t your fuckin’ mother pick a normal name?” a voice demanded.

I faced an older man who had disgust etched onto his features. Desperately, I tried to get away from him and the menace that wafted off him, but he trapped me.

“Who are you?” I screamed.

He reached out and grabbed me by my throat and began squeezing. I wanted to claw his hands, but I’d drop the kids. Surely, he wasn’t going to kill me in front of my babies?

“Those girl or boy children?” he demanded. His cut displayed Wrath on his name badge.

“Girls,” I choked out.

“Fuckin’ useless to me,” Wrath snapped. He punched me straight in the face, and I felt something crack.

Everyone around Wrath began laughing and howling again as I fell backwards. I couldn’t get my hands out to brace me and took the impact full on. Shannon was now completely silent, and Sadie seemed to be sensing the fear because she was so quiet it was unnatural.

“Volcano! Take this useless cunt to a room. And keep those fuckin’ kids quiet,” Wrath yelled. “Drake Michaelson can go fuck himself!” Wrath crowed.

Who the hell was Drake Michaelson? I didn’t know anyone of that name. Was this a case of mistaken identity?

“Move before Wrath decides to do worse, and he’s capable of it,” Volcano murmured.

I began walking, and with Volcano with me, not a single person touched me. Volcano shoved me towards some stairs, and I started climbing them. With his hand on my shoulder, he steered me towards a room at the end.

“Nobody is opposite you, but I’m next to you, and I do not like being disturbed,” he hissed at me. “Keep those kids quiet and out of sight of Wrath. He’ll kill them and not care. Make a list of what you need, and I’ll get a whore to get you shit. Be grateful, and don’t ask for crap. You’re alive on Wrath’s whim. Draw attention to yourself or cause trouble, and Wrath will punish you. And you won’t like that punishment,” Volcano warned, shoving me into the room.

“Those men shot Beau.”

“Huh?”

“Beau’s my husband, is he alive?”

Volcano briefly showed empathy, then it disappeared.

“There’s some shit for the kids to keep them quiet. Meant what I said, bitch. Ignore my warning and suffer,” Volcano replied.

Volcano stomped out, and the key turned in the lock.

I sank down onto the bed and, gathering my babies, I began crying softly. What the hell was going on?

Sharp

Volcano hadn’t spoken another word to him after that announcement, but Sharp noticed Volcano watching him. There was a smug smirk on Volcano’s face, and Sharp realised Volcano enjoyed making him squirm. It had been two days since the club had partied, and the air was electric.

Sharp couldn’t have been more surprised when a suburban housewife and two children were dragged into the clubhouse half an hour later. The stranger carried a toddler and a baby. Sharp’s spine straightened as the Fangs began baying. The lady curled around the kids as she gazed at the men, horrified.

There was blood over her face and clothing, and Sharp tried to see where she was hurt.

Whatever the fuck this was, Sharp had to get her free. The club members were grabbing her body even as she held the babies. And one snatched the toddler and threw her to the floor. He ripped open the woman’s blouse as she struggled to protect the baby. Sharp stepped forward; this would cost him his life, but he couldn’t watch.

He started to move as the woman grabbed the edges of her top and picked up the crying toddler. Sharp studied her carefully, committing her features to memory. Tears had made a path through the blood on her face, and she looked dishevelled and terrified. The kids didn’t seem much better.

Sharp began straightening as Fury confronted his prize, and Volcano clamped a hand down on his shoulder hard.

“Stay your hand, Ghost,” Volcano murmured so quietly Sharp wondered if he imagined the words. That was twice Volcano had called him Ghost.

Fury stalked forward as she stepped backwards, her body curving over the children’s. Once again, Volcano held him back as Fury struck the woman; the fact she was holding those children made it all the worse.

As the band of assholes bayed and laughed, she fell badly as she couldn’t get her arms out because they were full of kids.

“Fury will batter but not kill Carmelle. But if you interrupt, he’ll kill you and make it hurt,” Volcano murmured.

Sharp struggled but stayed still.

“Volcano! Take this useless cunt to a room. And keep those fuckin’ kids quiet,” Fury yelled. He turned away and grabbed a bottle of beer. Rage was pulsing through Sharp’s body, and he was fighting the urge to draw his gun and shoot Fury. But that would only get him killed, and nobody would save Carmelle.

“Drake Michaelson can go fuck himself!” Fury crowed.

Sharp saw the confused looks the Fangs swapped, but they all howled. Sharp’s eyes narrowed as Volcano hauled Carmelle up and marched her through the clubhouse. Who was she, and how was she connected to Drake? Because a suburban housewife could not be Drake Michaelson’s half-sister, that was for damn sure.

Carmelle

Volcano sent a drugged-out skank who arrived and took my list. I’d kept it to the bare minimum, but even then, I was frightened Fury or Volcano might come back. Someone had placed snacks in the room, which I was grateful for that night, but the next day, nobody brought us anything. Shannon needed proper food, and so did I.

In the end, I waited until I heard Volcano moving around in his room and banged on his wall. When he didn’t come in, I knocked again, and my door flew open, and the hulking man glowered at me.

“Shannon hasn’t eaten a meal since we arrived. She needs food, not chips and chocolate. Shannon’s not even had a glass of milk or juice,” I said quickly. “If there’s a kitchen here, I can cook.”

“You don’t fuckin’ leave here unless you want to suck somebody’s cock,” Volcano threatened and slammed the door shut.

Tears streamed again as I hugged Shannon close. Her small stomach was full, though not with nutritious food. Sadie was beginning to suffer, too.

An hour later, the door opened, and Volcano entered. Volcano placed two bags down and locked me back in.

Gingerly, I opened them, and tears trickled down my face. Inside was Chinese; okay, not what I’d call nutritious, but it was proper food. I found some forks in the bags, yanked a tub of noodles out, and gave them to Shannon.

Shannon squealed with delight and tucked in as I opened a box of rice. I ate slowly, not really having an appetite but knowing I needed food to support Sadie. All I felt was numbness right now.

My brain was reacting, and I couldn’t think straight.

Whoever had been shopping before I got here had provided basic items. There were five changes of clothes for each girl. Underwear for Shannon, nightclothes and a dressing gown. They were of cheap quality, but they worked. I washed the clothes in the sink in the tiny bathroom that was joined to the bedroom we were in.

A woman who’d looked rough had brought my shopping list. Sadie had plenty of diapers now, and there were wet wipes and bags to put dirty diapers in. Somebody had provided colouring books and pencils, some old reading books, a couple of dolls and a few other toys. I wondered what had happened to my home and the items there.

Had the police arrived yet? Were they looking for us? I hoped someone had seen what happened, but I had a feeling I wasn’t even in the same state anymore. Life was terrifying at the moment, and I could barely keep shit together. The girls needed me; if anything happened to me, what would happen to them? It didn’t bear thinking about.

Shit was simple. My babies needed me. I had to survive for them.

I wondered why this was happening to us.

Wrath had screamed out a name, Drake Michaelson. I didn’t know anyone called that. But even if it was a case of mistaken identification, something told me Wrath wouldn’t release me. He struck me as a nasty, dangerous man. He exuded so much hatred. I’d never encountered such a level of maliciousness before.

I kept praying that Beau had survived and was making the police look for us. Our story couldn’t be over yet. We were both only twenty-nine years old, Beau a couple of months older than me. Beau would find us, and we’d go home. This was just a nightmare I was having. I’d wake up soon.