Reapers MC: Devil's Game Part 8

Liam, slowly becoming my friend.

Liam, asking me about my day, talking to me about anything and everything. Liam, always willing to hear me out and encouraging me to share with him.

My good "friend" Liam was a f.u.c.king stalker.

A stalker who'd used me to learn about my club, and now he obviously planned to use me against my father. Acid filled my stomach, and for one wretched instant I thought I might vomit and choke myself, because this was the worst thing I could imagine doing.

I'd betrayed my club.

Not knowingly, but that hardly mattered. There would be fresh bodies because of this. Those deaths would be on me and my stupid, impulsive decision to let Liam into my life.

Liam tugged me down and picked me up, carrying me around to the front of the van. He leaned me up against the hood like a spare fence post. I balanced unsteadily, forcing myself to stop glaring at him long enough to look around. We were down by the river, probably near the park somewhere. Above us was one of the high bridges going over the falls, and I realized that if he decided to pitch me over the fence I'd fall a good ten stories before I either smashed on the rocks or drowned.

Would he do it?

Of course he would do it-he was a f.u.c.king Devil's Jack-but only if he was done using me.

s.h.i.t.

"Em, look at me," he said. I glanced at his face to find cold, dead eyes studying me. The eyes of a sociopath.

How could I have been so f.u.c.king stupid?

"We're calling your dad," he said. "I'll let you talk to him so you can give him this message. You'll tell him that you're with Hunter, the Devil's Jack he met in Portland. Let him know that we have you and your friend Sophie. Then you'll tell him that we'll kill you if he doesn't do exactly what we say. Got it?"

I nodded. I felt tears start to build in my eyes, but I'd be d.a.m.ned if I'd show him even a hint of weakness. I refused to blink as he pulled out my phone and scrolled through the contacts.

Liam reached up and tugged out my gag, then held the phone to my head. It rang twice.

"Hey, baby, what's up?" I heard my dad ask.

"Daddy, I'm in some trouble," I said quietly.

"Talk to me," he replied, immediately all business.

"I'm here in Spokane with a Devil's Jack named Hunter," I said, focusing all my emotions into one horrible, hate-filled glare at Liam. Too bad I didn't have lasers in my eyes. I was pretty sure I could've cut him in half with that look. "He said to tell you that he has me and Sophie. He's going to kill us if you don't do what he says. He's also a giant f.u.c.king p.u.s.s.y, and I think when you catch him, you should let me cut out his b.a.l.l.s with a dull spoon before shooting him in the head."

Liam-Hunter? whoever the h.e.l.l he was-grinned at me, then pulled away the phone as Dad started shouting. He tugged the gag back up and stuffed it into my mouth, then stepped toward the cliff's edge, talking softly just out of earshot.

I wobbled, wondering if there was any point in trying to hop away.

Not really.

Hunter spoke for a moment longer, then turned off the phone and casually pitched it over the fence and into the falls.

He turned back and gave me an evil smile.

"Your daddy's pretty fond of you, Em," he said. "Things are going to work out just fine."

Not for him, they wouldn't.

The van drove forever, and I lost all sense of time as we jolted around in the back. Hunter and Skid-apparently that was the other a.s.shole's name-spoke quietly, making the occasional vague phone call in what had to be some sort of unholy Devil's Jacks kidnapping code.

I couldn't communicate with Sophie, but I did everything in my power to send her a message with my eyes. You're not alone, our men will rescue us. I'm so d.a.m.ned sorry I brought this down on you. Something along those lines.

Not sure it sank in.

She was probably thinking about her little boy, Noah, and wondering if she'd ever see him again.

It was a good question. Wish I knew the answer.

The van finally stopped and they dragged us out. We were in front of a house, an older one. Two stories, big porch, and apparently in the middle of nowhere. There were spa.r.s.e trees off in the distance and gentle hills that kept me from seeing any other houses.

Great.

Hunter carried me into the living room and set me down on the couch gently. Skid dropped Sophie down next to me, and she struggled to sit up.

"Here's the situation," Hunter said. "You're here as leverage. One of the Reapers down in Portland-Toke-made a real bad call tonight. He went to our house and started shooting, no warning, no provocation."

f.u.c.k, I thought, eyes going wide. Toke was definitely a Reaper, but he'd been in the wind for the past week. I felt a burning pain in my side, where the wound he'd given me the weekend before was still healing. He'd cut me with a f.u.c.king knife in the middle of a party. Allegedly it was an accident, but Dad wasn't amused. He'd taken off after him shooting.

Now Toke had found a new way to cause damage. a.s.shole.

"He took a hostage when he left. One of our brothers is down and a second is probably getting tortured to death right now, so you'll have to excuse us for being a little abrupt about this whole thing. Your daddy"-he nodded at me-"is gonna do what it takes to get our guy back for us. That happens, you go home."

I studied Liam, torn between hurt that he'd betrayed me and unspeakable rage toward Toke. I didn't know the details of what had gone down between him and the club. Last weekend there'd been a big meeting, but I didn't have anything to do with that. Not like I was privy to club business-that was a boys' game. But I wasn't stupid, either, and I'd been born a Reaper.

Something had gone very wrong in that meeting for things to get this far out of balance.

I really did want to shoot Toke, I decided. I also wanted to shoot Liam. No, his name is Hunter, I reminded myself. His name is Hunter and you don't know him at all.

"You're dead, Liam," I told him, emphasizing the fake name, making it clear I was onto his s.h.i.t. He didn't respond. "My dad is going to put you in the ground. Let us go now and I'll try to talk him out of it. Otherwise it'll be too late. I'm serious. He. Will. Kill. You."

This was the simple truth.

"Sorry, babe," he said, and his voice sounded so sincere, so much like the man I'd thought I'd known ... It cut through me in a way Toke's knife never could. "I get that you're scared and p.i.s.sed, but I'm not going to let a brother die just because some Reaper had a tantrum."

Don't talk about my club that way, I wanted to growl at him. G.o.dd.a.m.ned men. Why did their bulls.h.i.t always have to spill over on me? I narrowed my eyes at him, willing every bit of angry hatred I felt into my words.

"f.u.c.k you."

Hunter (I decided not to call him Liam anymore-Liam was a nice name for a nice guy, and it didn't fit this b.a.s.t.a.r.d at all) glanced at his friend, then rubbed a hand over his face. For a minute he looked tired.

Jacka.s.s.

I was going to laugh at his funeral.

"Okay, let's go upstairs," Hunter announced. He glanced over at poor Sophie, who had gone pale. My anger faded a little, replaced by guilt. I needed to stop worrying about my hurt feelings and start planning our escape. If we had to wait for Dad to find Toke, we might find ourselves dead in a ditch.

Not that I really thought Hunter would kill me ... Despite the evidence to the contrary, I just couldn't fathom him truly hurting me. Denial? Probably. Skid was another story. There was something evil in his eyes.

Hunter pulled out a Leatherman and knelt down at my feet. I considered kicking him in the chin but decided that wouldn't do me much good strategically. Pity. Then he cut the rope. Skid pulled out a pistol and c.o.c.ked it loudly.

"You cause trouble, I'll shoot you," he said, and I realized I'd succeeded in conveying my homicidal intentions clearly. Yay me! "Hunter's nice. I'm not."

Strangely enough his words helped me focus-I'd let myself get worked up over my hurt pride, but I couldn't let anger take over my brain. I couldn't afford to do something stupid. Sophie might be a sweetheart, but she wasn't a Reaper and she had no idea what we were up against. I'd have to be the one to get us out of this.

Sobering thought.

Hunter grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Then he tugged me up a flight of stairs off to the side of the living room. Behind us I heard Skid and Sophie following. Hunter opened a door on the right and pulled me in, kicking it shut behind us. I looked around. It was a bedroom.

With a bed.

Suddenly the situation took on a new set of implications I hadn't considered before. Liam's whole persona might've been a great, big, fat fake, but he hadn't been faking one thing. I'd definitely felt his d.i.c.k poking my a.s.s earlier. Either he wore a h.e.l.l of a prosthetic at all times, or he actually wanted to f.u.c.k me. Now he had a nice, comfy bed to do it on.

s.h.i.t.

His hands grasped mine, and I heard the click of the lock turning on the cuffs. I wasn't free, though-he held my wrists tight as he pushed me across the room. I refused to move my feet, stalling. He leaned down, speaking softly in my ear.

"Get on the f.u.c.king bed, Em."

Warmth bathed my ear and I could smell him all around. Because there's something wrong with me, that turned me on.

"That sounds like a bad idea," I said, trying not to sound nervous. I needed to get on the offense, take some control of the situation. "Let's talk about this."

"Talk away," he muttered, bringing my hands around to the front of my body. He stepped forward, taking both of them in one big hand. I felt his heat behind me, his large body dwarfing and surrounding mine.

I also felt his c.o.c.k again.

No f.u.c.king way I could miss that giant thing digging into my lower back. Double s.h.i.t. I needed a diversion.

"I don't think you realize what's happening," I said quickly. "I know you want to find Toke. I get that-if someone attacked one of our club brothers, I'd be after him, too. But Toke stabbed me last weekend-"

Hunter froze, then I was moving through the air, lifted straight up against his chest as he carried me. He pushed me down, rolled me to my back, and straddled me all in one smooth move, pinning my arms up and over my head.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?" I demanded.

"Explain how he hurt you," he said, his voice grim and his eyes cold. "Now."

I closed my eyes, trying to think.

Oh, I was at this party with all my friends and family, and then this guy I'm supposed to be able to trust got p.i.s.sy for some reason (that I'm not allowed to know) and he cut me with a big, giant knife. Then my dad tried to shoot him, I got a few st.i.tches, and now we're all pretending it never happened.

Nope, nothing weird about that.

I'd planned to tell him it was an accident if we got far enough for him to find the bandage hiding under my top. Seemed believable enough to me, seeing as most people don't go running around with random knife wounds. Not like it was particularly bad. Sure, it hurt a bit if I pulled at it, but it wasn't exactly deep.

I took a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to handle this. Toke definitely wasn't my favorite person right now, but he was still a Reaper and this was our private business. I couldn't give Hunter anything to use against the club. On other hand, I needed to keep him on my side, what with the not-wanting-to-end-up-dead-in-a-ditch issue.

"It was an accident," I said slowly, which was sort of true. I was pretty sure Toke had no intention of cutting me, personally, when he'd unsheathed his knife. "We were just f.u.c.king around at a party last weekend-"

"f.u.c.king around?" he asked, eyes growing colder, which really shouldn't have been possible, yet he still managed to pull it off. "What's the story between you and Toke?"

"Nothing. s.h.i.t, nothing, okay? Although why the h.e.l.l you would care I can't imagine."

"You have no idea what I care about."

"And I could give a s.h.i.t," I muttered. "Do you want to hear the details or not?"

"Tell me the f.u.c.king details."

"We were at a party," I started again. "It wasn't that late or that crazy, although it was moving in that direction. I went to find my dad and say good night because Sophie and I were heading out. I was walking past a group of guys and then suddenly someone fell against me and his knife caught my rib cage. No big deal."

Hunter dropped his hands to my sides, running his fingers lightly across the corset, searching for the wound. I gritted my teeth when he found it, refusing to acknowledge the twinge of pain. Something must've given it away, because he growled.

Growled.

Like a p.i.s.sed-off wolf. No, like a whiny dog, I told myself firmly. One of those little yappy ones. Wolves kicked a.s.s and Hunter didn't. He was a giant, fake a.s.shole.

Then his hands went to the front of the corset and started fumbling with the hooks. This was not okay. I grabbed his wrists, trying to jerk him away, but he ignored me completely. Seriously. He was so much stronger than me that I wasn't sure he even noticed my protests.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing?"

"I need to see it," he said. "You should've said something earlier. I could've hurt you in the bar. Why the h.e.l.l didn't you tell me when it happened?"

My jaw dropped.

"It's none of your f.u.c.king business," I burst out. "None of it is. And don't try telling me you care whether or not I'm hurt."

My b.r.e.a.s.t.s popped free as the corset opened. I tried to cover myself, hating the sudden, horrible feeling of vulnerability.

"You are my business," he told me, his voice grim. He didn't pause to perv, either. Nope, his touch was impersonal-almost clinical-as he felt around the fresh, white bandage I'd put over it earlier.

"It's not that big," he said, looking almost surprised.

"No s.h.i.t. I told you it wasn't a big deal. About three inches long, and not even half an inch deep."

"They take you to the hospital?"

"They took care of me," I snapped. "They always take care of me. That's why-if you want to live-you need to let me go and get yourself the h.e.l.l out of town."

He laughed, sounding almost like the old Liam, and then he turned his attention toward my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I slapped my hands over them, but he caught my wrists and dragged them high over my head again. I struggled but it was pointless. His strength was effortless, and while he might not be bulky with muscles, his lean body was like steel.

"d.a.m.n, you're beautiful," he said, the words low and rough. I couldn't quite tell if he was talking to me or himself. It hit me right between my legs, though, and I felt like an idiot because not even learning he'd played me was enough to kill my desire. He leaned down, lowering his body over mine, one knee nudging roughly between my legs. I stiffened, refusing to give, and I think I could've pulled it off if he'd done something obvious like grope at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Instead he dropped his head and ran his nose along the line of my collarbone upward, tickling my neck. It was such a light touch, so faint I'd have questioned whether I was imagining it if I couldn't see him so clearly. He took in deep breaths, sighing against my ear.

"And I thought s.h.i.t was f.u.c.ked up before," he whispered. "Em, I know you won't believe this, but I didn't plan this. I never wanted to hurt you."