Burning Desire (Condemned Angels Series #1) Page 13

  “Chase, are you okay?” Her eyebrows were knitted together.

  “What?” I looked up at her from where I sat on the edge of the bed.

  “You, you seem like you’re pissed. Did I do something?” God, she was so damn cute.

  “Nah, I’m good. I need to make a call. Get ready.”

  I walked outside to the driveway to be out of hearing range.

  I dialed Hunter, I couldn’t tell Jeremy I knocked up his baby sister just yet.

  “Hey man.” He answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, look, I got some shit I need to tell you.”

  “Is it a girl or boy?” he chuckled over the phone.

  “What? How the fuck do you know?” I growled.

  “Relax, papa bear, who do you think took her to pick up a test?”

  “Shit, not a fucking word to anyone about this.”

  “I won’t. So how did she tell you?” I rubbed the back of my neck and kicked at a small stone in the driveway.

  “Uh, she didn’t exactly….I found her test, by accident. She doesn’t know that I know.”

  “Oh that’s fucked up, brother.”

  “I know, shit. I don’t know how to act. Fuck, she’s getting ready for work wearing barely anything and I’m about to shit a brick if anyone tries to even look at her.

  Hunter laughed full heartedly into the phone.

  “Man, let’s hope it’s not a girl.”

  “Fuck you. I’m sure she’ll tell me soon.”

  “Yeah, you should have been wrapping it up is all I’m saying, her pops is going to kill you.”

  “Look, in some weird fucked up sense, I was hoping she would be knocked up.”

  “What do you mean? Are you feeling alright?”

  “Look, one night Monica showed up at my place, talking all this shit about how Jake had been messing with their condoms, trying to get Rox pregnant so he could use that as leverage to get further into the club, and have a promised spot pretty much. He was fucking doing her dirty. I figured if I could get her pregnant first and show up that fucking low life- I could making something right out of this whole mess. Get in good with her dad finally. We could…”

  “You son of a bitch.” I heard Rox behind me.

  “Oh fuck.” I heard Hunter say as I hung up the phone and spun to see Rox with her work bag in hand and tears in her eyes.

  She dropped her bag and charged me, shoving me hard in the chest.

  “You mother fucker! You knew, you tried to beat him to the punch? Are you kidding me right now? You’re fucking sick,” she screamed at me. Jeremy and Nicole came running out on the front porch.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” Jeremy slowly walked down the stairs, trying to pull Rox off me.

  “I’ll tell you what the fuck is going on here.” Tears were streaming down her perfectly made up face. “You fucking lied to me, you knew Jake was messing with our condoms and didn’t say shit. Then Chase had the bright idea of trying to beat Jake to the punch and get me pregnant!” Jeremy’s eyes shot over to me, his fists clenching. Nicole came up and put her arm around Rox’s shoulder.

  “You weren’t with Jake anymore when I found that shit out, Rox. The fucker was trying to use you to work his way into and up the club. He’s been fucking all the club whores…telling them how he’s trying to knock you up so he has a promised spot. Hearing about you carrying someone else’s child…his child, made me crazy. I wasn’t thinking…”

  “Wait, you slept with my sister?” Jeremy grabbed me by my cut, Nicole rushed forward to pulled him off of me. In his anger he pushed her off him and she stumbled back into Roxy, losing her balance and Rox grabbed her. And they held each other. Shocked.

  “I couldn’t do it… I couldn’t hurt her like that.” I put my hands up to defend myself.

  “Yeah, a little too late, because I am pregnant!” she cried out. Jeremy shoved my chest hard, his temper flaring.

  “I told you to fucking look out for her. And this shit happens.”

  “Jeremy, fuck. We will figure it out, brother.” He let me go and started to pace.

  “Shit.”

  “Well, you don’t have to figure out anything, Chase.”

  “Why the fuck not, it took two of us to make that baby.” I pointed my hand at her abdomen, where her hand was resting. She looked down and then back up at me. She hesitated.

  “Because, this isn’t your baby, Chase,” she said quietly. My stomach clenched and I felt like I was just gutted.

  “What?” I didn’t recognize my own voice.

  ~ Roxy ~

  I don’t know why I was lying to him. I knew this baby was his. I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me.

  “You heard me. This baby isn’t yours.” Fresh tears rolled down my face.

  “Really? You’re going to stand there and fucking lie to me?” Chase tried to walk up to me but Jeremy pushed him away.

  “It’s Jake’s.” He stopped dead in his tracks. Those words tasted horrible coming out of my mouth. The look on his face was pure disgust. Hurt and anger.

  “You’re fucking lying.” I couldn’t lie to him again.

  I quickly ran to my car with Nicole as Jeremy held Chase back. Nicole reversed out of the driveway and hauled ass out of there. Tears were streaming down my face. We were almost at the club; I could just relax and gather myself there. We sat at a red light, all I could think of was how I just fucked up. As the light changed, I saw the headlights come from my right. A van t-boned my car. Then darkness.

  I had small glimpses of what was happening in the minutes that followed. Nicole’s voice filled my ears. “Roxy!” She panicked, grabbing my shoulder. I heard the sound of men coming closer. They hovered over my car. Nicole was struggling to get her seatbelt unbuckled. “No!” she screamed as someone undid my buckle and pulled me through the window, my head pounding. Nicole quickly climbed out of the passenger window and ran after the men carrying me.

  “Don’t you touch her, you motherfucker!” she yelled as she grabbed one of them. “Fuck off!” He yelled back at her, slapping her across the mouth and she fell back against the car, holding her face. He pointed a gun in her face. “She’s ours now.” I groaned in protest. I was going in and out of consciousness. My entire body ached, my baby. My last vision was the back of one of the men who was carrying me. Devil’s MC. Shit.

  My eyes fluttered open, I went to move but my arms were tied above my head. They were heavy and numb. I was in a dark room that had one light hanging above me, with no windows and a metal table accompanied by a chair in the center of the room. I was chained to a cold cement wall. I tasted blood that was running down the side of my face.

  My groan triggered a video camera in the top corner of the room. A red blinking light indicating someone was watching me. All I could think of was the small light of life that is inside me. I have to stay alive for this baby. Keep him or her safe. I needed Chase. My throat tightened and tears wet the back of my eyes.

  ~ Chase ~

  Jeremy’s cell phone rang. I heard a woman’s voice screaming into the phone. Jeremy pulled the phone away from his ear.

  “Nic, slow down, what happened?” I thought she’d be the last person to call him, Probably bitchin’ his ass out.

  “What? Where are you?” He stood up and grabbed my arm. I looked at him confused.

  “The girls were in an accident, an MC took Roxy.” We ran out to our bikes and quickly got to Nicole. My heart dropped when I saw her car at the accident scene.

  Nicole was leaning against the SUV, crying, bruised and bleeding.

  “You alright?” Jeremy ran over to her and gathered her small figure in his arms, cupping her face, moving her hair out of the way to check her over. Her cheekbone was red, she buried her head into his chest, crying.

  “They took her, I tried to stop them, but the one hit me and stuck his gun in my face.”

  Her shoulders shook as she cried louder.

  “I’ll call Hunter to come get her.” Jeremy’s h
ead immediately shot over to me.

  “We need to get Rox. Relax. She will be safe with him and you know it.” I didn’t give Jeremy a chance to put up a fight, Hunter was on his way, and luckily he was just a few minutes away from the accident.

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  ~ Nicole ~

  Hunter pulled up in his truck. The boys took off to the clubhouse. As soon as Jeremy was out of view, Hunter wrapped his huge arms around me, pulling away to cup his large hands to my face, similar to Jeremy moments before.

  “You okay, beautiful?” he asked as his thumb grazed over my high cheekbone.

  “Banged up a little.” I felt breathless being this close to him. His dark eyes looked my face over, settling on my lips.

  “You’re strong girl, you’ll be just fine. I got you.” He led me over to his truck, getting me into the passenger seat. He leaned in and over me to buckle my seatbelt. His cologne wafted to me, and I breathed deep. He looked over at me, our faces level with each other.

  “Thank God, you’re alright.” He gently tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

  “I am now.” My small voice took me surprise. I was thinking about jumping Hunter’s bones after a car accident and an MC snatched up my best friend, probably the adrenaline speaking, or the fact that I haven’t had any in a while. Shit.

  He leaned in, stopping only an inch away from my lips. I leaned forward, quickly closing the space between us and kissed him hard. He was holding back, trying to keep his weight off my body. My fingers went straight into his hair and pulled him further into the truck.

  ~ Chase ~

  Moretti met us at the front door. “Where is she?” I yelled.

  “We are trying to get footage from surveillance cameras surrounding the crash. Charlie is working on it now. We will find her.” Moretti patted my shoulder.

  “It’s the Devil’s MC.” Charlie stood in the doorway of the office.

  “Fucking Jake.” Jeremy slammed his fist against a wall.

  “What?” Moretti grabbed his cut and turned him around to face him.

  “We followed him to them one night. He was buying drugs from them. The last time he was there, he was out of money.”

  “Roxy is his payment…” I clenched my fists as I paced back and forth.

  “Let us see the footage,” Moretti said with Jeremy and I close behind.

  We watched the black and white videotape. There she was in her car, wiping her face. Fuck, she was crying because of my stupid ass. Then as the light changed, they were rammed, causing the SUV to roll to the driver side. I looked down, feeling sick to my stomach watching. I looked back up when I felt Moretti’s hand on my shoulder. A black unmarked van had rammed them, busting out the windows on her car. We watched her unconscious body laying against her broken window.

  As the men approached the car and smashed the rest of the window in, and grabbed Roxy, I felt my blood pressure rise. Nicole struggled out of the passenger side and her little punk ass grabbed one of them. She had balls. As soon as the guy turned his attention back to Nicole, I felt Jeremy tense by me. The tall stocky guy with blond hair slapped Nicole clean across the face. I sucked in my own breath as I heard Jeremy pound the table, cursing up a storm. The three men quickly put Rox’s lifeless looking body in the back of their unmarked van.

  “Where is she?” I asked Charlie, my jaw clenched.

  “I’m working on the rest of the footage that I have, to see what direction they headed in.

  “Find my daughter.” Moretti got up and walked to his office. I knew he was hurting like the rest of us. She was the spitting image of her mother. Rox and Jeremy were the only remaining connections he had left to his deceased wife. Jeremy and I waited for Charlie to process the tapes.

  My mind raced, thinking the worst. What the fuck were they doing to her? They better not touch a hair on her head, for her and the baby’s sake. As far as I’m concerned, that is my child. I know she was lying to me. I feel it in my bones, that it’s my baby. I swear on all that’s holy, I will kill a motherfucker.

  Jeremy’s phone dinged with a message from an unknown source. It was a video message.

  He knocked on Moretti’s office. We walked in to see him with his head in his hands. He was staring at an old family picture framed on his desk.

  “They sent a video.”

  “Let’s see it.”

  Jeremy hit play; Rox came onto the screen, chained to a wall, her arms above her head. She looked banged up from the accident. Blood dripping down her face, staining the white tank top she wore. She’s still breathing, thank God. A man walked into the video, walking up to her. We all tensed and leaned in further. I recognized him from the club- the bald one who grabbed her when she was on stage.

  She struggled against her restraints. He walked up to her, sticking his face in her hair, smelling her. That sick fuck. His hands slid up her torso and grabbed a handful of her chest. Roxy bucked him off and spit in his face. Only to be followed by a hard slap in the face. The bald man wiped his face with his hand, and then licked it. The video ended. We are dealing with some sick motherfuckers. When we get there, he is mine.

  Moretti and Jeremy pounded their fists on the table and I quickly stood up, knocking my chair down behind me. I stormed out of the office, unable to look at that video any longer.

  CHAPTER 24

  ~ Roxy ~

  My head throbbed. Thank God Mr. Grabby left, I should have kneed him in the balls. Or maybe not, he probably would have liked that shit. Sick fucker. My stomach growled as I realized I was starving. I did not know how long I had been in the room. It felt like eternity. Where are you Chase? I dropped my head back on the cool concrete wall, letting my eyes close.

  The door slammed open- Jake.

  “Mmmm, baby, look at you.” I strained at the cuffs on my wrists.

  “Don’t fucking touch me, you piece of shit!”

  “Oh, I like you with a little fire in you. Maybe I can let you go and you can do some of those pole dances for me and my boys.”

  I ignored him, looking to the side of the room.

  “Ignoring me now?” He walked up to me, putting both his hands up on the wall behind me on either side of my head.

  “Of all people, you should know who you’re fucking with. They’ll fucking kill you,” I said to him, looking at the tattoo on his throat, a black widow spider.

  “We will see about that. Unless something happens to them first.” He roughly grabbed my chin in the web between his thumb and pointer finger, pushing my head back so that I looked him in the eyes. “I’m talking to you, bitch.” He pushed his pelvis into mine. The bile was rising in my throat.

  My eyes drifted to the side of his head, the red light was blinking on the camera in the corner of the room.

  “Oh, so she likes an audience?” He followed my line of vision. “We can give them a show, baby, for old time’s sake.” He grabbed at the front of my tank top, ripping it down the center of my chest, letting it fall open, exposing my black lace bra.

  I struggled again my restraints.