Banger’s Ride(200)
Not finding a key to release the chains, Hawk located a bolt cutter under the bed, broke the chains, and freed the woman.
Hawk looked at her. Fuck, she isn’t more than eighteen years old. Fuck these assholes. He extended his hand, and the young woman hesitantly placed her hand in his. Helping her to her knees, he gave her the bed sheet to cover her nakedness.
“What the fuck happened?’ he asked.
She shook her head, saying, “No English, no good.”
The woman is no help. “Who did this to you?” Hawk asked as he pointed to her bruises and bloody lip.
She hung her head down, her small shoulders shaking as sobs overtook her. “Vip do me.”
“Viper?” Hawk clarified.
She nodded. Hawk gestured for her to sit on the bed and wait for him to come back. In the hallway, he saw Ruben. “Have you seen that asshole, Viper?”
Ruben peeked around Hawk’s shoulder. “Who’s the bitch? Is she Viper’s whore?” he asked.
“More like his victim. She doesn’t speak English. He did a number on her. I think she’s one of the women who were smuggled, but I can’t learn anything from her. Where is that motherfucker?”
“No Nomads are up here. The brothers found a couple of girls in the basement: one is a cute blonde all prettied up, and the other one is in a cage, naked and wearing a collar and a gag. What do we do with them?”
“We’ll take them with us. We can’t leave them here. Let’s take them to one of the safe houses away from the clubhouse. The less they know, the less they can talk. It’d be too bad to have to dispose of them if they see too much, you know?”
“Okay, Hawk. I’ll take care of it.”
Before going downstairs, Hawk gave Ruben a towel and motioned him to hand it to the terrified woman for her bloody face.
Mayhem greeted Hawk as he approached the main floor. Six of the Nomads were on the premises, and they lay in puddles of blood. Looking at the grim scene, Hawk said, “Let’s take care of this.” The brothers went to work, making sure nothing would trace back to the Insurgents.
Opening a door off the kitchen, Hawk went downstairs to the basement. Entering a large room, he observed the two women Ruben told him about. The blonde was the same one he’d seen the morning before, and he recalled Viper singling her out. Looking closely at her, Hawk noticed she was young and petite, with small tits and blue eyes, and she looked familiar to him. Staring at her, he tried to place her, and her eyes shone with fear and contempt. Sitting on a concrete bench, dressed in a short, gold skirt with a crochet cream top which revealed her lacy gold bra, she looked like a young girl playing dress-up. It was like she decided to be a prostitute for Halloween, and her thick makeup lent a ghoulishness to her delicate features. Turning her eyes away from Hawk’s stare, she focused her gaze on the ground.
Entering the room, Chas and PJ looked at the pretty blonde. “Are there any more women down here?” asked Chas.
“Not sure. I’m gonna check the other rooms. Have any of you seen that sniveling pussy, Viper?” Hawk darted his eyes down the dark basement’s hallways.
Shaking his head, PJ said, “We haven’t come across him. Maybe he’s hiding in the woods like a pussy.”
“Sounds like him. These motherfuckers must’ve had quite a trafficking business going. What a bunch of sick assholes,” Chas said.
Nodding, Hawk walked down the hallway. Behind the basement room doors, the terror the women suffered made Hawk see red. Seething, he went through the rooms looking for Viper. Most of the rooms he entered resembled torture chambers, filled with whips, hooks, pussy lip stretchers, and wall-mounted ankle and wrist shackles. A few of the back rooms, under the stairs, resembled medieval dungeons, complete with steel puppy cages, punishment benches, suspension bars, and stockades. The smell of urine permeated the basement, and Hawk covered his nose with his hand. In all the rooms, dog bowls with water and food were on the floor, and dried blood speckled the walls.
Hawk left the basement in disgust; he was the last one to judge how people fucked, but it was about pleasure, not forcing women to do this shit. It figures that asshole Viper has to rape women to get them to fuck his limp dick. Where the hell is that sonofabitch?
Surveying the upstairs rooms, Hawk nodded in satisfaction while he gave the brothers the thumbs-up for clearing the room of all evidence. Looking at the women they found in the house, Hawk thought the club could find something for them to do in some of the MC businesses, and he figured they’d rather work at a dispensary or restaurant than be deported, but he’d let the women decide what they wanted to do.