Guns & Roses (Black Rebel Devils MC 2)
“Nah. I doubt it. He will never get over Violet.”
“Goldie’s mom?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened between them?”
“She cheated and got remarried to some banker dork.”
“No way. Murphy is hot.”
“Tell me about it.” She sighs and gets this dreamy expression on her face. She brakes at a four-way crossing for the red light. She watches her man through the rearview mirror, and I wonder what I can do to give Murphy a nudge in the right direction. He’s crazy about Teagan. Anyone that sees them together knows that they are it for each other.
I look up as the light starts to change and everything happens so damn fast my head begins to spin. A blacked-out SUV pulls straight in front of my car and another pulls up behind Murphy on his motorcycle. The passenger window rolls down and a gunshot rings out. I scream and look to Teagan only to see a hole between her eyes.
Panic seizes me and I can’t breathe as tight pains squeeze violently in my chest and stomach. Murphy is nowhere to be seen and I click the locks on my car shut. When I go for my cell phone a man exits the SUV and points a gun at me outside of the passenger side window where I sit. His threat is clear. Come with him or die just like Teagan.
I drop the phone in the floorboard as it dials my husband, and I pray he answers in time to hear me being taken.
As I step out of the car a black hood goes over my head and my hands are bound behind my back. I can hear Abel calling my name over the speaker of the car. My phone automatically connects to the Bluetooth function.
“Baby, you there? Ainsley!” He screams for me, but I can’t answer him. I’m being lifted over a shoulder and hauled to one of the SUVs. My pulse pounds in my ears, and all I can think about is Abel and protecting our child.
Dear God, please don’t fail me now.
Chapter 15
Axel
Sometime in the middle of the night a guard entered my cell, placed me in cuffs, then put a hood over my head. A needle stuck me in the arm, and I was out. I feel like I am suffocating under this damn black hood. I don’t know where I am or what the fuck is happening, but it sounds like I’m on an airplane. Whatever drugs that asshole shot me up
with must be affecting me still.
I’m dizzy and my stomach’s queasy feeling. I’m praying I don’t fucking throw up in this goddamned hood. I blink a few times and fall in and out of consciousness unsure of how much time has passed. Finally, the hood is lifted and dots float before my eyes when I open them attempting to adjust to the sudden burst of light that is blinding me. Perfume wafts up my nose and that sick dizzy feeling returns. My vision is hazy but the more I blink a woman sitting across from me comes into focus.
She has long blonde hair and big tits.
“Who the fuck are you?” I croak. My throat feels like it’s been rubbed raw with sandpaper.
“Andrea Hernandez, but you can all me Oaklyn.” Her red painted lips stretch wide and her pearly whites sink into her bottom lip. The woman extends her hand out to me, but I’m still cuffed. “Oops.” She giggles and snaps her fingers. Someone grips my hands from behind and unlocks the cuffs.
My arms are burning, and my wrists are raw. I bring them to my lap and rub them.
“You must be thirsty.” She slides into the seat next to mine, and I look around, realizing we are indeed on a plane.
“Where are you taking me?”
“No questions.” She shushes me with a finger to my lips. “Later, I’ll answer any questions. For now…let me take care of you.” She goes down on her knees in front of me, and I stare at her wondering what the fuck this about until her hand goes to my dick. I groan. It’s been more than seven months since I’ve felt the touch of a woman and one so damn pretty at that. To be continued in Sex & Cigarettes book 3 Black Rebel Devils MC