He charges toward me and slaps me across my face, sending me flying backward just before he jumps on top of me, his hips straddling my stomach. I can feel his erection digging into my flesh as he holds me down when I realize this sick fuck is getting off on me fighting back against him. I just need to keep him talking long enough to distract him. If I keep running my mouth, he’ll prolong raping me. Hopefully he’ll smack me around hard enough a few times so that I will pass out from the pain before Mikey’s grand finale. Knowing what’s likely to come will be so much better for me if I were unconscious or dead. Truth be told, death was looking pretty good right now. It would be easier than living with the scars and memories of what he did or will do to me.
“Do you feel that, princess?” he says while grinding his erection into me. “This is what you do to me. That smart ass mouth of yours and that fucking body has driven me wild since your whore of a mother married my father. I beat off every single night to the thought of you on your knees servicing me while my dad and your mom watched. “
My stomach begins to retch. I knew he fantasized about me, but his verbalization throws me off more than I had anticipated. The vision of what he described takes over my mind, and I barely contain throwing up on him. Mikey may be the single most fucked up person on this planet and his singular sights on me make him even more dangerous knowing now his obsession with me is stronger than ever. This is so not fucking good.
“How did you find me?” I question.
There you go, Dani. Keep him talking. Buy yourself some time.
“I’m a fucking cop, princess. You know that,” he says, rubbing his hands across my face. “I’ll admit it, you were difficult to track down. But if you grease enough palms and spin the story to say you were a cop killer, everyone takes an interest for the right price. You’ll be surprised to know that it wasn’t a dirty dealer or a snitch that ratted you out, but a whore living in that clubhouse of yours.”
“Who?” I rasp out.
“She didn’t give me her name, princess. Just that she was sick and tired of you flaunting your shit around her home and in front of her husband,” he says as anger flushes throughout my body. One of the fucking old ladies turned me over to this sick fucker. My mind races to think of who it could be. Darcy and Dixie have never interacted with me, so I doubt it was them. My mind clears. It was fucking Maj. The woman who brought me into that club signed me over to him. What did she gain by this? Maybe her plan was to use me to gain Raze’s favor back, but Hero’s interest in me fucking backfired that when I was cleared. Why would she hate me so much that she’d do this to me?
Gritting my teeth, I need to survive long enough to settle the score because they needed to know a snitch lived within the walls of their clubhouse. Maj would pay with her life. Even if I die in this fucking cabin in the woods, I will find a way to lead the evidence back to that traitorous bitch. As much as I hate Hero right now, I know he’d eventually come to look for me. At least in my death he would learn the truth and would be able to protect the club, even if the price was paid in my blood.
Mikey’s fingers trace my face and graze down my neck, snapping my attention back to him. “Apparently, she didn’t like you screwing that fucking biker and frankly, neither do I.” His hands encircle my throat as he begins to choke me lightly. “You are fucking mine, Dani. How could you let another man touch you? I bet there’s a bastard child growing in that belly of yours right now. If I find out he’s planted something inside of you, I will kill him and the baby in front of you. No one fucking touches what’s mine,” he yells, increasing the pressure on my throat.
“Boss, you’ll kill her,” Parsons bellows from in front of us. Mikey releases me and draws a gun from his back, pumping two bullets each into Parsons and Harris. Shit, I was hoping they would realize how wrong this was and try to save me, but my fucking back-up plan is gone now. It’s just me and the demonized monster alone in this cabin. My luck just keeps getting worse.
“Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I remember. Killing the man who touched my property and carving out anything that may be growing inside of you. Tell me, princess, did lover boy knock you up? Do I get to carve up your pretty stomach like I did your mother?”
What the hell is he talking about? My mother wasn’t…oh shit. Mom was pregnant with Bob’s child. That has to be part of the reason he killed them both. They were having a baby, and he saw it as his father replacing him after he was kicked out of the family. Sweet merciful Jesus, he killed three people that day, and he’s working on the fourth with me. Shock must register in my eyes because he throws his head back laughing.
“You didn’t know that dear old Mom was having another baby?” He laughs harder. “My fucking father always wanted more children but when my mother couldn’t have anymore, he dumped her ass on the curb to raise me on her own. I spent my entire life trying to please him and make him come back, but he didn’t. Instead of being my dad, he got a new wife and daughter while leaving me to fucking rot until my mom died and he was forced to take me in when she died. I hated him for what he did to my mom and me. We lived in squalor while Mr. Big-Shot Cop lived the high life with his new family. I’ll admit, though, having such a sweet piece of pussy flaunting her naked body around me was the best part of the shitty situation.”
I stare at him in disbelief and disgust. He thinks I was teasing him in my own fucking home. He needs serious help or a bullet to his fucking brain. I’d prefer the latter, but I am useless with my hands still cuffed behind me. Shit, there’s no way I can break off these cuffs or get out of them unless the dead dipshits by the door have a key in their pocket. I decide trying to scoot to the door next to their bodies would be my next move. I just have to keep him distracted while I subtly move.
“Flaunted myself in front of you? Mikey, you hid in my room and waited for me to change or to go to sleep. You were fucking stalking me in my own home. I didn’t ask for this or for you to obsess over me, you fucking bastard. I just wanted a home and a life without death taking away everything again. I didn’t want anything to do with you or your dad. I was there because of my mom; she; she was the last piece of my family that I had, and I wasn’t going to leave her behind.”
“A fucking family? I had that until your mom came along. Your whore of a mother and her perfect daughter took everything away from me.”
“It wasn’t my mom’s fault that your parents divorced. That was years before even my dad died, douchebag. You’re grasping at sanity straws, trying to rationalize your shitty existence of a life and placing the blame on everyone but the real problem. You are your own worst enemy and in the end, you’re the reason you are the monster that you are today. No one else but you.”
He yanks me from the floor to my feet, forcibly holding me by the elbow as he walks me to the kitchen table. “Get on the table, Dani.”
“Fuck you!” I yell. His open palm throttles toward my face as he connects to my cheek with a slap. My face stings and throbs from the contact. “Get on the fucking table, princess.” He picks me up and throws me onto the table; I land harshly on my belly. His hands run down my ass as he slaps it. “The things I have planned for you, Dani,” he grumbles to himself. His hands move up to my cuffs as I feel him fiddling with them. “As much as I love seeing you bound in metal, I need your hands free for what I have in mind for you.”
A click sounds as my hands are freed from the tight cuffs. I hear the metal cuffs land onto the floor as he rubs my wrists. “Your wrists are this sexy color of black and blue, Dani. Fuck, seeing your skin dark and broken makes me hard.” His tongue runs across my wrist before he drags my hand across the bulge in his pants, sending me recoiling from the contact, but he presses my hand harder against him.
“See what you do to me, princess? My dick aches for you. After years of being denied the one thing I want, I’m taking it tonight. I finally get to play with my favorite toy.” I try to slide off the table as he relishes in his conquests with me, but he pulls me back and pins me down on the table with his knee. He leans forward over me and pulls two chained leather cuffs from a lip under the table. Securing them to my wrists, he pulls his knee from my back and moves to the head of the table. A cranking noise clicks in the empty cabin as my arms are winched forward on the table. Seeing the level of mechanical restraints he’s using on me alerts me to the fact he’s either used this cabin before for his sick fun, or he found me much sooner than he told me. It takes time to plan and equip a cabin with this shit. There’s no way in hell he built in a sick and demented kitchen of terror in just a few hours after finding me.