16. Sienna

16

SIENNA

I know what's going to happen when Lash gets that man alone. I'm not stupid. There's no way he's going to be able to get the information just by asking nicely. He's going to have to hurt him, maybe even kill him. That's the life I'm in now, and I'm surprised to find out that I'm not as disgusted by it as I should be.

Everyone should get their just desserts. When the authorities won't do what's right, it's up to people like Lash and the Chrome Creed MC to do it for them.

After he left, I lay in bed for a long while, staring at the Charlie Brown Christmas tree I have up in the corner of my room.

I want to make this Christmas really special for Lash. I'll have to get a bigger tree, maybe a few presents for him. My hands reach up and touch the diamond earrings he's already given me. He's given me so much in a short time; I'm starting to feel like I'm falling behind. I know it's not a competition, but I don't want him to think I don't appreciate him.

After laying in bed for a little while, I hop in the shower to wash the stink of that other man off my body and to clear my skin of all the layers of makeup that somehow managed to stick around.

I have my eyes closed as the water drips off my body when I hear the front door unlock. Lash must already be back. Quickly, I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist.

"Lash," I call out to him when I hear the door push forward, only to get caught on the deadbolt. I laugh at him; he's probably frustrated. "You're the one who told me to put it on!" I yell at the door as I make my way over.

I quickly push the door shut and undo the deadbolt to let Lash in. When the door swings open, a man I've never seen before barges in and places a rag over my mouth. I kick and scream, trying to break free from his grasp, but it's no use. I'm already falling fast asleep before my mind catches up to what's going on.

***

"Sienna! Can you hear me? Wake up, girl."

I move my head from side to side, the world still barely coming in and out via my hearing. It sounds like I’m trapped underwater.

"Sienna." Someone shouts at me. "Maybe we should smack her." They say, and I let my eyelids flutter open. The first thing I see is Lia.

"Oh god." I croak and try to get up. My back is killing me. I look down at my body to see that I’m no longer in my towel but instead in an oversized T-shirt and nothing else. Not only am I not in my towel, I’m not in my house anymore either.

"Oh god. What happened?" I force myself to sit up and grab hold of Lia in a big hug. She squeezes me back, but I have to turn my head away. She smells really bad.

"I don’t know what happened to you, but the last thing I remember was going to the Hands of Hell clubhouse, having sex, and then waking up here. I think those bastards drugged us."

"Of course they fucking drugged us." Max pipes up.

"Me too."

"Same."

I look around the small room I’m in and realize for the first time that it’s not just me and the two girls. There are at least six of us in here, all of us dressed in similar things and, aside from me, none of us looking too good.

"Who did this?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

"Fisher. He says he’s got clients that will pay top dollar for a good cum cover. We just need to be broken in first." Max looks away from me.

"That’s what they’re here for."

"Don’t worry." I whisper as I hear the door on the other side open. I stand tall and shove Lia behind me. She’s so frail now; I’m sure even one hit will be enough to do serious damage to her. I’m not going to just sit back and let someone hurt her. The door opens all the way, and I watch as a hefty man walks down the stairs. Just by the way he carries himself, I’m sure that it’s not fat under his three-piece suit but muscle. There’s no way I’m going to be able to take him down, not even with the other girls in here helping me.

"I see you’ve finally woken up."

"You must be Fisher." I snarl at him.

"Indeed I am, but you’ll be smart to wait for me to ask you a question before you speak to me." He glares at me, and my mouth drops open. Is he serious?

"I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to do." I take a step forward, and I watch him lift his hand; in it is something shaped like a gun but with yellow tips. I’m not sure what it is, but before I can take another step in his direction, he fires a shot, and two small metal prongs attach themselves to my body.

From there, I go to the ground hard, and excessive volts of electricity slam through my body. I can hear everything around me, but the pain is so intense that I can’t comprehend anything. All I want is for it to stop.

"We're going to try this again." I feel the two prongs being ripped from my body, and I lay there twitching on the ground, trying to breathe.

"You made a little mess at my party earlier; you put me behind schedule. That’s not something I abide. You’re going to have to make it up somehow." Fisher shrugs and focuses his attention on the other girls in the room.

"That is, unless any of you would like to take her place for the night."

Lia steps forward. "She doesn’t belong here. She’s not even a stripper. Don’t hurt her."

Tears burn the corners of my eyes as I hear both her and Max trying to stand up for me. They are trying to defend me. These are the same people others were so ready to give up on.

I struggle to get up on my feet. "No one is going to take my place. You're not going to touch me. You think you've got all the cards right now, but I promise you something much worse than you is coming."

Fisher stares at me for a second before he breaks out in laughter. "Oh yes, I heard about your little motorcycle club. They picked up my man Santi. They'll never find me, though. Not even Santi knows where I am. Just so you know, little girl, you're not the only one with friends in high places. You might want to take care who you are threatening. Now get yourself together. I'll be down shortly to bring you to my guests." Fisher turns on his heel and walks back out of the room the same way he came in. I hear the door lock behind him, and I nearly collapse in agony. Max and Lia are there to catch me.

"Girl, what's the matter with you? Do you have a death wish or something? Fisher means business."

"So does Lash," I whisper.

"Who's that? One of those Chrome Creed bikers? You really think they're going to risk their necks for a bunch of strippers and prostitutes?" Max shakes her head.

"Yes, I do."

"Well, they're going to have a hard time getting through." Lia shrugs.

I know what they're thinking. This is a fight we're not supposed to win, a fight that everyone believes will end with us either dead or worse. Not me. I know Lash's determination. I'm not worried. In fact, I'm looking forward to my dark knight coming through those doors to rescue me. I'd bet my life on it, and based on what Max and Lia are telling me, it just might come to that.