The President's Wife (Snakes Henchmen MC 0.5)

Lynette

How the hell did this happen? One minute I’m on my way to stop my husband killing someone, on my way there realizing Max is missing, so the next I'm looking for Max, finding him playing in the front yard where he’s not supposed to be. The next moment? I’m being dragged away from my little boy, screaming behind the hand of a man I never wanted to see again.

He threw me into his car and locked the doors so I couldn’t get out. Believe me, I tried to get out. My baby was screaming in fear. I didn’t want the motherfucker to get the chance to grab Max and hurt him, that’s why I yelled as loudly as I could for him to run, hoping he heard me.

He did. His little mouth opened in realization, and just as Jose was advancing on my baby boy, Max turned and ran, causing Jose to curse and run back to the car. I hoped my baby would get back inside and alert his dad before Jose could drive away. Terrible of me to put so much on a little boy of four, but it's all a person can think about when they’re being kidnapped!

“How do you think this is going to end, Jose?”

“You know what I want, Lynette.” I do know what he wants, the same thing he’s wanted for the past month he’s been badgering me. Willow. He will never get his hands on my daughter. He may be her father biologically, but he’s not her dad, Shepard is her dad, and he always will be.

A sperm donor is not a father. A father is a man who steps up and shows you how much you mean to them, how much they love you. The man who raises you to be a good person. The man who would give up his very life for you.

That man is Shepard.

Should I have told my husband that Jose had been in touch?

Absolutely.

So why then didn’t I?

I hoped that I could ignore the problem and it would go away. Jose made damn sure he had nothing to do with Willow for eighteen years. He has no right to invade my life with stupid letters in my mailbox. Letters I have to hide from my husband. Jose sent threats of what he’d do if I didn’t tell Willow who he is and get her to meet with him. Like I would ever do that. To be honest, I thought they were empty threats. Why would I take them seriously when he made it clear he never wanted Willow?

How he found me, I don’t know, but then, I guess it wasn’t too hard when I’ve lived in the same place since I was sixteen. Back when Celia was here, and Tate was a baby, I lived with Shepard. Then I moved into the house next door because he bought the place and gave me the keys. Jose knew where I was; he fucking lived there with me. Then he left, just like that. He could have tried to contact me anytime to see Willow. He never did. It’s too fucking late now! It has crossed my mind that he wants money. It was always the same with him. I will never believe he wants to see Willow, no matter what he says!

“You will never, no matter what you do to me, get to see Willow. She is nothing to you. She has a father, one she loves, one who loves her more than you ever could. My husband adopted her years ago. Who, by the way, will fucking kill you if you don’t let me out of this damn car!”

He laughs while slamming his palm on the steering wheel. What the hell did I ever see in him? He’s aged terribly. He’s chubbier than he was sixteen years ago, his hair is thinner, his clothes tattier. Blue jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket do nothing for him. “Don’t make me laugh. I bet you ain’t even told him I’d been in touch.”

Bastard!

“No matter what you do, I will never let you near my daughter! What’s this really about, Jose? Because I know you, and I know this isn’t really about Willow.” “You’ve always been a dumb bitch, Lynette. If I say I want to see my daughter, then I want to see my daughter!” Jose speeds up, taking a sharp left into the woods. He drives down the long lane that leads to Lovers Creek. Named so for its passion spot. All the young lovers come here to make out.

My heart is pounding in ways it never has before. Am I scared? Hell yes, I am! Jose has always been unpredictable, and it’s clear that he's even more deranged now.

He slams the brakes on so hard I lurch forward in my seat. Thank God for seat belts, or I’d have gone straight through the damn windscreen! Jose jumps out of the car, and while he's rushing around to my side like a man on a mission, I push the door open as fast as I can and try to make a run for it.

I get three steps away from the car before he has me around the waist. Screaming, I hit out at him with all that I’ve got. If I’ve learned anything from my husband, it’s to fight to the death. Fight and fight, but don’t ever for a second give up. However, Jose is so much more powerful than I am, and he has the back door open, and I’m bent over the seat so fast I don’t even have time to blink. All the time I’m fighting him.

Jose holds me down with his hand on the back of my head. “Get off me!” I scream as loud as I can, my hand clawing at his hand, tearing at his skin. Sadly, I know in my heart that no one will rescue me from this. There’s no one around to stop this man hurting me. “No!” I scream even louder as Jose lifts my skirt over my ass! He can’t do this to me! I’m not a little girl anymore, and he sure as hell is not my Daddy. “Please, Jose, don’t do this to me.”

“Shut up, bitch!”

I’m trying to hard to fight Jose off of me. The Lord above knows how hard I’m trying right now, but he’s too strong, and as he touches me, and rips my panties clean from my body, I fight the urge not to vomit. He’s too heavy, he’s pressing my whole body into the seat of the car with all his weight. I can feel the metal of the car door rim digging into my shins.

Jose kicks my legs apart, and no matter how I fight to close them, I just can’t. “I’m gonna fuck some sense into you!”

Like fuck you are!

I feel Jose unzipping himself, and I’m guessing I have but a handful of seconds to get out of this.

Think, Lyn, think!

I can feel his cock head at my opening, and I’m dying inside. Why the hell is he doing this to me? Does he honestly hate me this much?

“I’ve missed this pussy. Fuck, are you still as tight as you once were?”

“Get off of me!” I scream and fight against him.

“I’ll get inside you soon enough.”

His hand slips from my head, and I don’t even hesitate to slam my head back as hard as I can, right into his motherfucking face! He yells and leans his weight off me just enough for me to scramble into the car, and out of the door on the other side.

Jose screams after me, but I run into the trees, and I keep running. He’s following me, of course, he is, but I won’t stop.

Where will this end? If I get away from him now, he’ll keep on hunting me until he either kills me or gets himself killed. Shepard will kill him, no matter what happens, he’ll kill Jose.

S

till, how long will that take?

What will I lose in the process? My daughter? No one on this earth will ever get past me to get to Willow. I would throw myself into the fires of hell before I let anyone harm her.

As for the man who fathered her? He won’t get within a mile of Willow. Never will she know him. Never will she know how evil he is.

Do I want to wait around on the off-chance he won’t come back?

That Shepard will deal with him?

That he won’t go near Willow?

Jose is coming up behind me, I can hear his footsteps, but I’m oddly calm all of a sudden. I can hear my heart beating in my ears, but my eyes are scanning the ground like a wolf scanning for its prey. I’m strong-minded, stronger than anyone would believe. I have a strong stomach, I’ve seen things most never will. I am a Snakes Henchmen girl, the President's Wife. The Queen of the MC!

“Gotcha, bitch!”

“No,” I spin on the spot to face Jose's ugly, bloated face. “I got you. Bitch!”

Chapter Seventeen

Shepard

Hours, that’s how long I’ve searched for Lynette. Hours with no sign of her.

It took me seconds after Max yelled that someone had taken Lynette for me to run from the house in search of her. There was no sign. None whatsoever. I jumped on my bike and went in search of her, hoping and praying that I’d find her before it was too late.

Too late because it is not like the Snakes don’t have enemies, we’ve been dealing with scum for years. The thought had crossed my mind as I rode the wind, which of my enemies could've taken my wife.