Chain - Heartlands Motorcycle Club

“Hey, didn’t know what you eat so—”

That’s as far as I get, as the door is kicked back in my face, knocking me back so that I clatter into the wall on the other side of the small corridor. Somehow I manage to keep hold of the plate, but the apple falls off the side and goes rolling away, while some of the chips scatter over the floor.

“What the fuck.” I shout as she comes out of the room brandishing a— “Where the fuck did you get that?”

She swings the metal bar at my head, and the sandwich is finally gone as I put my arm up to shield myself from the attack, keeping hold of the empty plate. So much for getting her something to eat.

I grab the end of the metal bar with my free hand and realize it’s a part of the heating system. Somehow, she must have dismantled it and pulled this piece of pipe out to use as a weapon. Ten out of ten for ingenuity, nobody has ever done that before and she’s not the first one we’ve had down here.

“Stay the fuck down!” She screams as she lets go of the pipe, realizing I’m not going to loose my grip. She braces herself against the door frame and uses the leverage to kick at my face.

I duck to the side, but she glances my cheek with her red Doc Martens, and it hurts like a motherfucker.

“Oh, that’s it, little girl.” I’m scrambling to my feet, tossing the empty plate to the side as I bear down on her. She got the drop on me, sure, but now she’s lost that element of surprise I’m a big, mean bastard and I’m not about to let her go without a good long chat.

Taking care not to hurt her, I grab her around the waist and toss her back away from me into the room. She snarls as she almost loses her balance, but I’m quick for my size and I’m already inside, kicking the door closed behind me.

She’s not a big girl, but she’s no tiny dancer either and from what I see, this isn’t not her first rodeo. Her eyes glance down, her mouth slightly agape, teeth bared looking directly at my crotch.

“What are you going to do with that?” She mocks on a sarcastic smile.

My heart jumps into my throat, turned on by how unashamed she is, even when she’s cornered. “I…look, you little—”

“I wouldn’t have hit you with it. Just wanted to get you to back off.” She says, still staring down. “You’ve been kind to me. Well, kinder than the others.”

I toss the metal pole aside. “Yeah, well you’d better start talking, because I can’t hold them off forever.”

Chapter Three

Meadow

“What do you want from me?” I’ve backed into the far side of the room, pressed against the wall. This guy is big, but he’s just one guy. I thought if I could get the drop on him, I might be able to outrun him and get the hell out of this town before his friends come back. I always keep a spare key in the truck just for emergencies such as this, since they emptied my pockets and took my backpack when they found me.

Bad move, Meadow.

He’s quicker than he looks, and I lost my only advantage. Well, possibly not my only advantage. Judging by the bulge behind the zipper of his jeans, there’s another advantage I could try. But how far do I want to take that?

A shiver crawls up spine as I imagine him pushing me up against this wall, breathing in my face, hand around my throat, telling me to spread my legs so he can…

Deep breath, Meadow, this isn’t helping.

“I’m gonna start by tying you up.”

I gulp, my mouth dry. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t have you loose if that’s how you’re going to act. I trusted you, you betrayed that trust. You’re going to find out that’s a bad idea.”

“But my wrists…”

“I’ll make sure it’s not too tight. You brought this on yourself.”

He’s across the room in a single stride and grabbing my arms from by my side. I can almost feel the heat emanating from his cock, and I wonder if I should play up to that, maybe look for another opening to get away, but before I get the chance he’s dragging me back over to the filthy mattress, shoving me down and twisting the old sheet into a makeshift rope. Before I know what’s happening, my hands are tied behind my back again and I know I’m not going to get out of this easily.

“Look, I didn’t get anything. You guys win. If you let me go, I’ll never bother you again, okay?”

He shakes his head. “Wow, how benevolent of you. What’s your name?”