Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

“He’s the man that came in with me before,” she tells me. “I think I can sneak it, and call someone for you.”

“Sofia, you can’t do something like that. I won’t let you risk your life for mine.”

“I’ll be careful, I promise. I’ll wait until he’s had too much to drink. Antonio doesn’t hear a thing after he passes out.”

I contemplate letting her do this for me. I would never want Sofia to put herself in danger, but her doing this might be my only hope.

“I’m going to give you a number, his name is Logan. All you need to do is tell him you’re helping me, and then give him the address.”

I give her Logan’s number then she stands, making her way to the door.

“Sofia,” I call out to her. She stops and turns back towards me.

“I won’t be leaving here without you, I promise. Logan, the man you’re going to call. He’ll come for me, and when he does, you’re coming too.”

Sofia nods her head, but I can tell by the sad smile on her face that she doesn’t believe me.

The next day goes pretty much the same with me mostly being left alone, except for the guy I now know as Antonio comes in a few times a day with Sofia bringing me food, and to uncuff me so I can use the bathroom.

I feel disgusting because it’s been a couple days since I’ve had a shower. Antonio watching me use the bathroom is bad enough. There is no way I’d want him watching me shower.

I’m thankful the guy that put his hands on me the first day, hasn’t been back. I asked Sofia earlier who he was and she told me his name is Jorge, the president’s son. She told me he’s been gone since yesterday and is not sure when he’ll be back. I can only hope he stays gone.

Sofia and I are sitting on the bed eating sandwiches when Antonio gets up from his chair and goes into the bathroom. She glances over her shoulder, making sure he can’t hear us.

“Antonio has been drinking all day, he’ll be passed out tonight for sure.”

I nod my head at her as he comes out of the bathroom, and we continue eating in silence. I hate that I can’t have a real conversation with this sweet girl. I’m desperate to know all about her and how she ended up here. The only thing I’ve been able to find out so far is that she’s seventeen. I wonder where she’s from? How long has she been here? Does she have a family that misses her? Why would she risk her life to help me and not herself?

I can’t imagine what she has gone through.

Knowing what these men are probably doing to her makes me want to kill every one of them myself.

After I’m done eating, Antonio is once again placing me back in the cuffs. He sneers at me when I give him my best ‘fuck you’ look. “Too bad your new owner wants you unmarked, I’d love nothing more than to wipe that look off your face and teach you some respect puta, bitch.”

My stomach drops at the mention of the words ‘new owner’. Refusing to let him see the effect his words have on me I lift my chin defiantly and seethe, “go to hell.”

Antonio swiftly punches me in my stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing me to double over sideways in the bed bringing my knees up to my chest. It’s all I can do not to throw up the food I just ate.

“Lucky for me I know how not to leave marks,” He says into my ear, right before he grabs Sofia and leaves.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Logan

The next thirty minutes go by in a blur.

Before I know it, all the brothers have piled into church. Even my father and his men are here. The room is so full it’s standing room only. Prez slams the gavel down shutting up the voices that seem to be bleeding together.

“Unless one of you has some useful information, you need to shut the fuck up,” Jake bellows.

One of my father’s men who arrived moments ago steps forward. “I got a lead this afternoon on

the girls’ stepfather. He was spotted last night in Dixon with a young woman driving a red Camaro.

“That bitch Cassie has a car like that?” Quinn indicates. “Could be a coincidence, but my gut says no. She’s had it out for Bella since she started working for the club.” He adds.

“Found her,” Reid cuts in. I look over to him typing away on his laptop. “Her credit card activity had her checking in at some piece of shit motel just outside of Dixon last night, paying for two nights. My guess is she’s still there.”