The Sinner’s Tribe Motorcycle Club, Books 1-3 (34 page)

“Shut the fuck up. I'm trying to think.” Axle's gaze raked over Arianne, making her skin crawl.

“Fucking bitches are good for only one thing.”

“While we're thinking, let's go see Bunny.” Jeff paced up and down the alley, rubbing his hands over his thighs. “He'll have some meth. He can give me a hit, and I'll be able to think clearer.”

Axle rolled his eyes. “You can't pay me. How the heck are you going to pay Bunny? You got nothing 'cept a beat-up car and a fucking hot sister.”

Hot sister?
She could see where the conversation was headed, and if she didn't run now, she might not get another chance. Taking advantage of their distraction, Arianne bolted, pounding her way down the alley, cursing the shoes that were slowing her down.

“Fuck. Get her.”

Arianne kicked off the shoes and ran barefoot, her cry for help echoing in the confined space. But although she was fast, the stilettos had slowed her down.

Jeff caught up with her just a few feet away from the sidewalk and yanked her back into the alley with an arm around her waist. “Stop. Please. We won't hurt you.”

But she didn't trust him. This wasn't Jeff. Not the sweet boy she'd pushed on the swings and protected from Viper's wrath. Not the boy who had almost died trying to save her from Leo. He was a stranger. An addict. And although she had desperately wanted to save him, she realized now it was far too late.

Kicking and screaming, she writhed in his grasp until he flung her against the wall. Her forehead cracked against the brick, and she stilled, stunned.

“Don't fight me, Ari.” Hearing his pet name for her on his lips sickened her. If he was doing this, knowing who she was, then he wasn't tweaking at all.

Turning, she kicked him in the stomach. Jeff doubled over with a groan, but recovered quickly and shot up and punched her, his fist grazing her cheek and over her eye. Gravel crunched behind them.

“Christ. She's a fucking girl. How hard can it be to take her down?”

But before she could turn to face the new threat, something slammed into her head.

And then there was darkness.

*   *   *

“You've watched it five times, Jag. You're not going to see anything you didn't see already.”

Jagger scrubbed a hand over his face as Zane took a seat beside him in the clubhouse meeting room and peered at the image frozen on the laptop—the image he couldn't get out of his mind. The long moment when Arianne stared at the back door to Peelers, pain and longing etched on her beautiful face.

Pain he had put there. And the longing—could he even hope it was for him?

He assumed the blond-haired driver was her brother, Jeff. From what he could see on the tape, she knew him well enough to hug him when she'd joined him in the parking lot, and he resembled the man he'd seen in the vacant lot, although even thinner and looking more strung out.

“Did you ask Sheriff Morton to run the plate?” Having the sheriff at their beck and call was more than worth the monthly expense.

Zane stretched his long legs under the table. “Stolen. The police have it in their system, but no patrols have spotted the vehicle yet. He wanted to know if we could do a protection run for him tomorrow. Coupla boxes of handguns heading south.”

“Get Gunner on it. And T-Rex, so he can get some experience.” He stared at the screen. “What about the owner of Peelers? Anyone talked to him after T-Rex took him out back?” He checked his cell out of reflex, but of course, he'd taken Arianne's phone, so she couldn't call him.

“He remembered Arianne but didn't see her leave. He didn't know anyone matching the descriptions I gave him from the surveillance footage.”

Jagger tilted his neck from side to side, trying to alleviate the tension that strained his body. If she had left, he would deal with it. If she'd been taken, he'd find her. But not knowing was killing him as much as sitting still. He shoved his chair away from the table and slammed the laptop closed. “I'm going out again. Tank can come with me, and—”

“Why don't you just let her go?”

Jagger whipped his head around. “What if she was coerced into that vehicle? I gave my word I'd keep her safe.”

“You saw the tape, same as me.” Zane said. “She ran out the door and hugged him. There was no coercion going on. Odds are that was her brother and he was scared to come inside. She's gone, Jag. Although I didn't completely trust her, she was always up-front about what she wanted. And what she wanted was out. I know you cared about her. Fucking blew my mind after all the years you said you didn't want to get involved, but it's best for her and it's best for you. So just let her go. If she feels the same way about you, she'll come back.”

“Like you did?”

Zane had the good grace to grimace at Jagger's reference to a time in their lives they never discussed. Zane had disappeared when Jagger needed him most, and although they had mended their friendship, the hurt remained.

“You never told me where you were all those years I was in the army, or where you went that day after you came to see me in the hospital.” Jagger rubbed at the back of his neck, trying not to let his disappointment show. “You asked me to let you go, and you never came back.”

“I'm here now.”

“I needed you then.”

“You wanted me to help you die,” Zane said. “And God help me, I would have because I couldn't watch you suffer like that. We all thought it was only a matter of time. That's why I asked you to let me go. I knew if I did what you wanted, I would regret it for the rest of my life. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but it was the best decision I ever made.”

He pushed himself to standing, his voice thick with emotion. “I kept tabs on you, brother, and I came back as soon as you had yourself sorted out. I came when I knew you wanted to live again. I came back 'cause you're like a fucking blood brother to me.”

“Then help me find her,” Jagger pleaded. “The Arianne I know wouldn't leave without saying good-bye.”

*   *   *

Arianne awoke with a headache.

No, not just a headache. Her skull was splitting—the pain so intense, she could barely think. She took in the dark, cold room, her body lying haphazardly on the concrete floor, one eye swollen shut, and was that a chain?.

Startled, she tried to move, and the chain rattled, jerking her leg as she pulled away. Her arms, tied behind her back, encountered similar resistance, and she opened her mouth to scream, then closed it again. Why let her captors know she was awake? Whoever they were.

“Don't waste your breath. They won't hear you. And even if they do, they won't care.”

She craned her neck in the direction of the voice—a female voice. Light filtered through the bottom of the door, and in the darkness she could make out two distinct shapes. Both women. Both tied and chained as she was.

“Where are we?” Arianne's voice was no more than a croak but they understood her.

“Basement of Bunny's pool hall.” The woman—no, girl—who answered was small and slight, no older than eighteen, her long blond hair matted and stuck to her cheek. She wore a light-colored dress, soiled and torn, and a pair of four-inch heels.

Memories flooded back. Axle. The alley. And Jeff. Pain sliced through her heart at his betrayal. She was here because of Jeff.

“Did they process you yet?” The second girl was all harsh planes and angles, her sparkly silver dress torn away from her chest to reveal the crescents of her breasts. She looked to be about the same age as her friend, but her voice was that of a much older woman.

“I was in an alley. Then I was here. I don't know why.”

“She doesn't know why.” The girl in the silver dress gave a bitter laugh, and her companion admonished her with a nudge.

“Ease up on her, Sheila. She just woke up.”

Arianne pushed herself with her feet until she was sitting, facing the women. “Why?”

Sheila shrugged. “Bunny.”

“What about him?”

“This is what he does.” Sheila stared at Arianne, but when Arianne gave her a blank look, her face softened. “You never walked the streets? You never heard of Bunny?”

“I met him. I thought he sold things.”

“He sells people. Women, mostly. He runs the biggest human trafficking ring in Montana.”

Her blood chilled. “In Montana? Seriously? Does that kind of thing really go on here?”

The girl with the heels leaned forward. “You don't look like his usual type. Usually he grabs girls off the streets, around our age or younger. Homeless kids … hookers. People who don't have anyone to ask after them. Usually the pimps pay him to leave us alone, but our man, Walker, took a bad hit and wound up in a ditch. He wasn't dead more than an hour before Bunny sent his people to find us.”

“Sometimes, though, he has special orders. You must be one of them.” Sheila sucked in her lips. “Worse for you. Buyer will expect more. Mostly we've heard the girls are sold to brothels around the country. Some shipped overseas.”

Her friend let out a sob and dropped her head to Sheila's shoulder.

A sickening wave of terror welled up in Arianne's throat. For all the abuse she had suffered at Viper's hands, under no circumstances would he have done anything like this. She was his, and he never let her forget it.

The door slammed open, flooding the room with light. She craned her neck over her shoulder, freezing when she saw three men silhouetted in the doorway. She recognized Jeff at once. And Bunny from his girth. The third man had to be Axle. She shuffled around to face them and straightened her back. No way would she let them see her fear.

“So what did you bring me that's worth eighty grand and a kilo of meth?” Bunny flicked on the light and leaned against the doorjamb. Axle entered the room, grabbed Arianne by the shoulder and pulled her to her knees.

“This. Jeff's tied her up and chained her. She's a bit of a hellcat.”

“Don't touch me.” Rage, fierce and unexpected, shot through her veins. She tried to shake him off, heedless of his hand swinging—until pain exploded across her cheek.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Don't damage her anymore.” Bunny joined Axle and then crouched down in front of Arianne. “I can't sell her if she's marked up too bad, and you've already lowered her price by giving her all those bruises.”

Although her cheek throbbed and her vision was hazy, she met his gaze, staring into his cold, black eyes. “You can't seriously think Viper will let you get away with this.”

Bunny tilted his head to the side. “Viper? I'm not afraid of Viper. But why would he care about a piece of trash like you?” He twisted his hand through her hair and yanked her head back.

She drew in a shuddering breath. Bunny didn't recognize her. And how could he, with her face swollen and bruised? And if neither Jeff nor Axle hadn't told him who she was …

“You don't recognize me, Bunny? After I whipped your boy's ass at pool? And I thought we had a deal. I won. Jeff's debt was wiped out. Although now I'm thinking you should break his legs like you said you were going to do, because he's no brother of mine.”

Bunny stiffened and shoved her back. “Jesus Christ. You're Jagger's girl.” He pushed himself to his feet and glared at Jeff, his face a mask of fury. “You brought me Jagger's girl? Your fucking sister? I knew you weren't right in the head, but that's fucking twisted. You're selling your sister for eighty grand and a kilo of meth?”

“You want her or not?” Jeff said, his tone flat. And just like that, she knew she was alone. His voice was devoid of everything that had made him her little brother: compassion, emotion, warmth … love.

Bunny grabbed Jeff's shirt and shoved him against the wall. “She's Jagger's girl. You got that?”

“What the fuck are you talking about? “Jeff shouted. “Jagger claimed her as a blood price for the shit that went down at his clubhouse. He's gonna kill her, not fuck her. I'm saving her life, bringing her to you.”

“That's not what I saw.” Bunny thudded him against the wall again. “She came here for you and he came looking for her. Brought his boys with him. But did he drag her outta here? No fucking way. He was all over her. And I mean
all
over. I thought they were gonna go at it right on my damn pool table. I got it all on tape. When I say she's his girl, I don't mean she was gonna blow him for the night, or she was being forced into it. I mean. She. Is. His. Girl.”

Jeff's eyes narrowed and he glared at Arianne. “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.” Bunny grabbed the neck of his T-shirt and tugged it down. “And just so I got the message, Jagger had his boys beat the fucking crap outta me and my crew. Two of them are still in the hospital. They broke a couple of my ribs and they did this.”

Arianne couldn't see what he showed Jeff on his neck, but she could guess.

“I thought I'd fucking bleed out on the street,” Bunny spat, his voice thick with venom. “If Peter hadn't found me and called an ambulance, I woulda died in the alley. Gonna have a scar across my neck for the rest of my life. And all so I wouldn't forget she was his girl.”

Jeff's lips curled in disgust. “You sold out, Ari? You're sleeping with the fucking enemy? You betrayed our club? Our family?”

Blood roared through her ears drowing out every sound except the thunder of her own rage. “Seriously? How can you accuse me of betraying our family when you're trying to
sell
me to pay a debt to Axle and buy yourself drugs? You don't understand what family means.”

“
You
don't understand.” Jeff's voice rose to a shout and he shoved Bunny to the side. “You never did. Little Miss Perfect. Viper's fucking pet.”

Pet?
He
was
delusional.