Wild Ride(The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 7)(26)

What the hell happened?

In the distance she heard the sound of humming, and like a wave it all came rushing back.

Craig following her, the words that spewed from his mouth.

She was in a home, apartment of some kind. His residence, she gathered.

He’d hit her, knocked her out, and now she was somewhere she didn’t recognize. As she tried to move her hands she couldn’t. Glancing down, taking care not to make any sudden movements, she saw that her feet were bound together, as were her hands. They were also connected in a loop so there was no way for her to move.

Gritting her teeth, she tried not to make a noise, and when the sound of Craig grew closer, she looked across the room and saw him humming to himself in the kitchen. They had to have been in his apartment or something. She was laid on the sofa with a cushion underneath her head. Her heart began to pound.

I’ve got to get out.

Had Vengeance heard her? She’d tried to let him know that Craig was there. She knew something was off about that guy.

“Ah, I see you’re awake,” Craig said, alarming her as he watched her from the kitchen.

She didn’t say anything, and then she saw that his entire apartment was covered in pictures of her. Not just pictures. There were clothes, and other trinkets that she just now realized were missing.

Biting her lip, she returned her attention to Craig, who smiled at her.

“It’s so good that you’re awake. I was worried you wouldn’t wake up for a second there. I worried I hit you too hard.”

What the fuck?

“My head hurts.” She croaked the words out. Her throat felt like it was being rubbed raw by sandpaper.

“Oh, you were being difficult, but I get it. You’re not used to having a gentleman taking care of you, but I’m going to help you with that. You see, Constance, my sweet, you were always supposed to be with me, and well, I can’t have that stupid fucking biker hurting you anymore. I mean, his grubby disgusting hands touched you. I already had to deal with that fiancé of yours, and we both know he had no right to be near you, let alone marry you.”

She frowned. “Brando?”

“Yes. You don’t have to worry about a thing now. I’m going to take care of you, just like I always should have. It’s fine now. You don’t have to be afraid at all.” He stroked her cheek, and it took every ounce of strength not to pull away from him. The guy was delusional.

Oh my God. He’s been obsessed with me since I was with Brando.

He’d created some kind of fantasy, a life where they were together. This was … scary. There was nothing right about this, and it made her sick to her stomach.

“What did you do to Brando?” she asked.

Craig tutted, and she froze as he soaked a rag in a basin. He wrung it out and moved toward her. She flinched, but he pressed it against her temple. “You don’t have to worry, darling. I’m taking care of you, and you’ve got a few cuts here. I may have hit you a little too hard. You’ve got a lot of blood but you don’t have to worry. I think you look beautiful no matter what.”

Okay, she was starting to fucking panic. Had Vengeance heard her? God, there was no way she could be with this man.

“Brando?” she asked.

“Your meddling parents and Brando had to go. I had someone run them off the road.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I was in that car.”

“Yes, you shouldn’t have been though, Constance. I thought you’d be somewhere else at the time. If I had known you would be in the car too I wouldn’t have touched it.” He tsked, like this was her fault. “You’ve become a bit of pain for doing stuff you really shouldn’t do, but don’t worry. I know how to cure you of your failings so you’re as perfect as I want you to be.”

Oh God. Vengeance, where are you?





22





Vengeance had gone to the flower shop, although he knew Craig wouldn’t have stayed there, but he had to start somewhere. But before he’d left, trying to figure out where in the fuck Craig could have taken her, his brothers showed up.

Demon, Joker, Steel and Sakes all rode up in an SUV. Striker and Nerd, as well as Tryk, and the prospect Brash, came in another vehicle. And then there was Weasel rolling up on his Harley.

Vengeance ran a hand over his face and walked over to the other Patches. Demon rolled down the driver’s side window, glaring at him, looking pissed and serious as fuck.

“They’re not here, yeah?” he asked it like a question, but it was clear they all knew Craig wouldn’t have been dumb enough to stay here.

“You know where the fucker might have taken her?”

Vengeance glanced over at his Harley, thinking, trying to remember if Constance had told him anything about Craig.