Protecting His Forever (21 page)

The night when I finally had enough, I was walking home from work, and I could feel a presence behind me, and I knew instantly who it was. He followed behind not speaking or anything. Just following. I remember feeling the unease of what was happening.

Then his hand wrapped around my arms and he pushed them over my head. His eyes were coal black, and I will never forget feeling the fear of being helpless. Luckily, a police officer drove by at that time and he was arrested. I forgot all about him, but I never forgot the look he gave me as he was driven away in the police car or the bone chilling smile he gave me.

“Are you okay?”

Snapping out of my thoughts I look over at the girl. Her voice has to be the sweetest voice I have ever heard. “I’m okay, but are you okay?” I wince when I ask that because she isn’t okay.

“I've been better. What did you do to get down here?” she managed out through her ragged breaths.

“Cameron… I went to school with him and—” I start, but I’m interrupted when I see him walk in with a sinister look on his face.

“Well well well. She is awake. Now, how should we start your torture, huh?” He tisks and trails a finger down my belly. My thoughts instantly going to my babies. Please God, someone find me.

Cameron picks up a knife and walks over me. Gulping I try to control my shaking body. He presses the tip on my chest. Wincing when he presses harder. His pupils dilate. He’s getting off on this. Vomit crawls up my throat.

Gun shots rang through the house. Kane. He’s here. I can feel it. Cameron looks at me pissed off and then runs up the stairs. Dropping the knife as he goes.

Kane

When Sydney never comes home I snapped into action calling Ethan, Isaac, Chase, and Dave. Grabbing my keys, I walk downstairs to the basement. I go to the gun safe. Pressing in the code, I swing open the door and I take in my large assembly of weapons. Grabbing my AK and a load of weapons I make my way upstairs just as I hear vehicles roaring up my driveway.

Before I can make it out of the kitchen the door is slammed open and in runs Ethan. The rest of the guys are right behind him.

“What happened?” Ethan asks with a murderous look on his face.

“Your sister snuck off without me. She was supposed to be home an hour ago. She isn’t answering her phone, and I have a feeling in my gut something has happened. I just need to figure out where she’s at.” Slamming my hands on the table, I’m ready to murder someone.

“Check the motherfucking tracking thing on her phone!” Ethan roars in my face. Pushing him back, I run to grab my laptop. Logging on, I see she is on the outskirts of town. I look at the men behind me. They have fought beside me, protected me as I did them. My brothers.

“I’m getting my fiancée. I’m not asking you to go with me, but that woman is my everything. The thought of her or my babies hurt is driving me crazy. I’m about to go kill some motherfuckers too. You never mess with what’s mine, and that woman is
mine
!”

Grabbing my gun, I load it and some clips. When I hear guns clicking beside me I see the men beside me loading up guns. Smacking them on the shoulder, I pick up my phone to call Syd’s mom to pick up Carter. Arabella is already over at her house because I was searching for Syd all day long.

Thinking of her has me punching the wall. I love her so fucking much. My heart is hurting from the being separated. Her smile that can make that meanest motherfucker smile. That woman has changed my life, and I’m going to get her back no matter what. Those men are going to pay. With their life.

Walking back into the kitchen, I see that all the men are ready. Their expressions show that they’re ready.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“We know we don’t, but you have saved all of our lives more than once. Syd is my sister, and we all care about her.” Ethan smacks my shoulder and the rest of the men nod their heads in agreement.

“Let’s go.” I walk out the front door and jump into my truck. They climb in and Isaac is sitting beside me giving me directions. Besides Isaac talking, there isn’t any sound. We sit in silence because the shit that’s about to go down can kill us all, but I’m not going down until my woman is safe.

We are a few miles away from the location when the roar of motorcycles is coming up from behind us. The one in front is waving for me to pull over. Shaking my head, I ignore them because my woman is close.

He smacks my window. Growling, I pull over and jump out ready to knock some motherfuckers out. The dude in the front slides off the motorcycle. His arms are covered in tattoos, and he is a mean motherfucker—I can see that from here.

Walking up to him, I stand nose to nose. “What the fuck do you want?”

He grins at me. “I’m about to kill some motherfuckers in that building up ahead. They’ve been kidnapping women and selling them. We are taking the fuckers out. Nobody messes with people in my town especially women.”

Stepping back, I look at all of them. “My woman is in there. I’m going in to get her back.”

“Let’s get her back then. Follow behind us.” He gives me a sinister smile and gets back on his motorcycle.

Jumping in I start the truck. “We got your back, man. We will get her back,” Chase says.

Staring straight ahead, I prepare myself for what’s to come. If one of them has hurt her I will kill all those motherfuckers. Clenching the steering wheel, I speed up as the motorcycle gang speeds up. The building is just up ahead.

They don’t stop until they are right at the door. They jump off their motorcycles and run in.

“Let’s do this shit.”

Grabbing my gun, I run in the building. I can hear them right behind me. Walking inside, nobody is around. Then I hear gun shots. My body stiffens and my heart is pounding out of my chest. Taking slow breaths, I get into combat mode. Looking at the men behind me, they have the same expressions on their face. Nodding my head at them to see if they are ready, they nod back. Taking a deep breath, I pull my gun up and walk around the corner. We clear all the rooms and she isn’t here.

My heart pounds into my chest as each room we clear doesn’t produce Sydney. Going into the kitchen, I see three men on their knees and the MC dudes surrounding them. I point at the door that leads to the basement to one of those men. He nods and moves out of the way, but he follows close behind us. Five sets of footsteps follow behind me.

She better be fucking okay. Walking down the steps, my heart is beating out of my chest, but it doesn’t prepare me for what I see. My woman’s face is bloody, and she is hanging off the ground by her arms. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I run to her.

Looking over, I see a naked woman whose entire back is bloody and torn to shit. I’ve seen beatings like that before, and I know her back will be completely covered In scars no matter how well she heals. Averting my eyes because I can’t stand someone hurt like that, I walk over to Sydney who is watching me. Removing the chains from her arms, she immediately starts to fall. She cries out as her arms fall to her sides. Picking her up bridal style, I look over to see Isaac helping the other woman down.

“Kane,” Sydney groans.

Gripping her tighter to me, I run up the steps and into the kitchen, being careful not to jolt her too much. “Baby, which one of the men did this to you?” I look down at her swollen face ready to commit murder.

Three men are on their knees still. One is staring at Sydney with pure malice. Eyeing him, I know it’s him. Sydney points at him and confirms what I thought. “You’re mine,” I mouth at him and walk out of the room. Ethan is close behind me.

“Take her, man, and get her to the hospital. I got business to take care of,” I tell Ethan.

“Our prospect will drive you and the other girls to the hospital.” The president walks up beside us and motions to the van.

A van pulls up beside us. Sydney is staring up at me and my heart is breaking from how her face looks. I don’t want to leave her, but I have to make these men suffer.

“Kane, make him pay for what he did to the other girl,” she barely manages to croak and squirms wanting down. Shaking my head no, I place her in Ethan’s arms. “I love you, sweetheart I will be right behind you guys.” I kiss her forehead.

“Love you,” she whispers and cuddles into Ethan's chest. Isaac is coming out next carrying the other chick wrapped in his shirt now. He gives me a look that tells me to make sure he pays. The motherfucker isn’t going to die easy.

“Let’s kill some motherfuckers.” The President gives me a look and walks into the kitchen. Passing the already dead body of Sydney’s father in the living room with a gunshot right between the eyes.

Following behind him my eyes instantly go to the man who kidnapped and hurt my woman.
What kind of fucking man hits a woman?
I understand if she was beating the shit out of you for no reason and you push her off, but physically hitting her to cause hurt? That’s uncalled for. Men are protectors, not abusers, and I’m about to cause this man a lot of fucking pain.

Walking up to the man, I lift him off the ground by his hair. Pushing him in the chair, I tie his hands behind his back. Taking a pair of brass knuckles from my back pocket. The man smiles at me. Fucking
smiles
. Rearing my hand back, I hit him twice. Blood and teeth fly out of his mouth.

Taking his hair, I pull his head back. “Tell me why you did all this? Her dad and that one sick fuck already in jail?”

His chuckles. Blood pours out of his toothless mouth. “Like I would fucking tell you.” He spits at my feet. Lifting him off the ground, I lean the back out of the chair against the table. Spotting a cloth by the sink I throw the cloth over his mouth and nose.

Digging through the cabinets until I find a bucket, I fill it with water and walk over to him. Looking around, I spot the President who is leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face. “Hold the motherfucker still.”

He nods and grabs the man's shoulders. “You gonna talk, fucker?”

He shakes his head no. Lifting the bucket over his head, I start to pour the water over his nose and mouth slowly. He starts sputtering, coughing, and starts moving around trying to get away. A few seconds later, I pull the rag away from his mouth.

“Her fucking father is the one wanting her dead. I met her in college, and I’ve followed her since. My dad and her dad apparently knew each other. Waited forever for a chance to take what’s mine, but your stupid ass cut right in. Her dad and me planned this all.” He angrily tells me out of his toothless mouth. It’s almost comical.

“Don’t worry, her dad is fucking dead.” Putting the rag back in his mouth, I take my gun out of my back pocket, but a hand on my arm stops me.

“Kill him, and we will put away the bodies. He won’t be fucking found. We will throw his ass in a tub of acid and dump the rest of him in the lake out of the middle of the fucking woods.” The President lets me go and steps back.

Putting the gun to his head, I pull the trigger not even thinking twice about it. Yeah killing someone is wrong, but I have a family to think about. I have a fiancée and kids. They’re not going to be in danger again as long as I can help it. Putting some fucker down to keep them safe? Nothing to even contemplate.

I don’t know the Prez of the MC Club, but I’m following my gut, and I know I can trust him. Turning around, I nod my head at him. Smacking him on the back, I say, “Thanks, man.”

“No thanks needed, man. I wanted these fuckers dead anyway. If it was my woman I would have done ten times worse.”

Nodding my head, I walk out of the house without looking back. I have one thought and that thought is getting back to my woman.

Sydney

Groaning, I roll over in bed. The bed feels hard and rough. The blanket covering me is stiff and doesn’t hold any warmth. I start to shake from the cold, and I can feel my teeth chattering which causes my face to ache.
Where am I?

Oh no. I’m still down in the basement. I raise up quickly and open my eyes while looking around frantically.

“Shhh, baby girl. I’m here, baby.”

Warm hands touch my hand and arm. Looking over, I see Kane leaning over the bed—a worried expression on his face. Now that the blanket has fallen off me, the shaking and the cold is ten times worse.

Grabbing Kane’s hand, I pull him, wanting him to get in bed with me. He starts to shake his head no. “Please, Kane, I need this,” I barely manage to get out through my chattering teeth.

He nods and kicks off his shoes. Climbing into bed, I lie on his chest. His arms wrap around me, and I’m surrounded by his warmth. I snuggle deeper as he pulls the covers over me with his arms around me. Down in the basement I felt like I would never get to see him or my kids again. I know Kane would do anything to find me, but so many things cross your mind in that situation.

Those guys were sick. Poor Emily. Her back and how they brutalized her body. No, it didn’t happen to me, but I saw what her body looked like. That poor girl dated Cameron and when she found out what he was planning on doing to me, he did that to her and let his men have a go at her. Her back is a mess. Her whole entire back was marred with scars and that is something that will forever be engraved in my head.

“Sweetheart,” Kane says while wiping away my tears. I never ever realized that I was crying. Taking my hand, I wipe my sore face. I wince when I hit the bruises.

“Did he?” he starts. He grips me tighter waiting for my answer.

Shaking my head furiously, he lets out a noticeable sigh of relief. I snuggle deeper into Kane wanting to crawl into him and forget the past two days. Then I notice the room around me and hear my babies’ heartbeats.

“My babies. They’re okay?” I ask Kane, scared.

“They’re fine, baby.” He kisses the top of my head and rubs his hand on my belly.

“Where are my kids?”

“They are with your mother.” Nodding my head, I start to drift off. Being in Kane’s arms makes me feel safe, and I just want to soak it up and revel in it.

~*~

Little voices wake me out of my sleep. Managing to open my sore and tired eyes, I notice Kane is still in bed with me. Looking around him I see Arabella and Carter staring at me scared.