“It was Hero. He said we needed to close up shop. Something about lockdown or some shit.” As soon as lockdown exits my lips, panic flourishes in Maj’s eyes. Ripping the cloth draped around her client’s neck, she informs the lady that there’s been a family emergency and she needs to cut their appointment short. As she shoves the woman out the door, she yells that her next cut is on the house for the inconvenience. Turning back to the door, she locks it and pulls down the blinds.
“I need you to go to the back door and make sure it’s locked. Turn off all the lights and close the blinds. We need to make sure that it looks like no one’s here until one of the guys gets here. Do you understand me, Dani?”
Nodding my head, I bolt for the back and throw the dead bolt on the door. Flicking the lights as I move back toward the office, I catch Maj pulling a gun out of the safe and tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. Grabbing ahold of me, she drags me back up front to the shop and watches the street from a slit in the blinds. My heart races with every minute we wait for our pick up. A bike rumbles down the street and screeches into a spot in front of the shop. Banging comes from the door as Maj cautiously opens it. Voodoo stands on the other side and shock registers on his face when he sees me standing behind Maj.
“Fuck. I thought it was just you, Maj. I don’t have room on the bike for her,” he says pointing at me. “Dani, you’re going to have to stay behind until I can send someone else to come get you.”
Maj looks bewildered at me and tries to stop Voodoo from pulling her out of the building. “We’ve got to go now, Maj. I’ll send someone after her. You’re our priority. Bad shit’s about to go down and we need you secure. I promise I’ll send someone back. Please, just get on the bike,” he pleads with her. Looking back at me, she steps toward Voodoo and issues more orders.
“Someone comes back for Dani, V. I won’t leave her a sitting duck because my husband is a fucking idiot.”
Voodoo motions for her to get on the bike before returning his attention to me. “Dani, you stay inside with the doors locked. Do not step one fucking foot outside until you see one of us coming back to get you. Do you understand me?” he yells as he turns to run back to the waiting bike with Maj seated on the back.
“Yes, Voodoo. I’ll stay inside,” I swear to him. He runs away from the door and I hastily slide the deadbolt back into place. Time slows to a screeching halt the minute they pull away from the salon. My eyes are glued to the traffic outside, begging for the rumble of a motorcycle getting close. Fifteen minutes pass without a sign of rescue. Just as I decide that this may be my chance to leave, a silver Harley Davidson pulls up with a helmeted rider. He stalks up to the door and just as I’m about to open it for my rescuer, I realize that his cut isn’t in Heaven’s Rejects colors. Fuck! It’s Twisted Tribe. Sliding down to the floor, I crawl toward the back door as the doorknob begins to jiggle.
I quickly crawl behind a stack of boxes in the back room when he kicks the front door in. Loud bangs come from the front as its sounds like the man is throwing around anything he can get his hands on. Each bang makes me jump in fear. If he finds me, he’ll take me back to their clubhouse. Glass breaks as the scrape of a chair moves across the floor. His phone begins to ring just as he gets to the office door.
“Fernando,” he answers. “No, boss. No sign of the head Bitch. Looks like she cleared out before I could get here. Si, I’ll torch the place before I leave.”
If I don’t get out of here, I’ll be burned alive in this place. Slinking toward the back door, I reach up and try to quietly click the lock open. Just as it clicks into position, I stumble, knocking over the boxes that hid me. Fuck! I have to run. Throwing open the door, the man grabs me from behind by my waist, jerking me back into the salon. Falling to the floor, I try to break away from his grasp. He plants his feet on either side of my waist, falling to his knees, pinning me to the ground with his weight.
“What do we have here?” he says, pinning me harder. “It’s the little punta who escaped from the car. Enrico will be very glad to see you.” He leans forward and trails his tongue down my neck. “You’re far too sweet for him. Maybe I’ll have a little taste myself before I take you back with me. What do you say? You wanna sing for Fernando?” he asks while leaning up to unzip his pants. I take the chance he’s given me and head butt him while he’s distracted by releasing his dick to rape me. He falls backward, releasing his hold on me. I scramble to stand and escape, but he regroups far more quickly than I anticipate. He grabs ahold of me again but I manage to get my hands on a glass bottle of cleaner from the shelf and slam it into his face. Blood spurts from the wounds as he falls to the ground in agony. I bolt out the door and run straight into Hero. He sees the blood on my clothes and shoves me aside, making his way through the door. He emerges a few minutes later covered in blood.
“Are you okay, Dani?” he surprisingly asks. “Did he hurt you?” The concern from him surprises me. Why does he care all of a sudden?
“I’m fine. What the fuck is going on, Hero?” My question goes unanswered as he pulls me into the black SUV parked on the street. Locking me into the passenger seat, he walks back to the salon and drags the bleeding man who tried to assault me out behind him. Tossing him in the back seat, Hero slides in the driver’s side door and pulls away from the salon. A few minutes later, we pull into the clubhouse and it’s packed with bikes and cars. Hero pulls us around back and parks by the old shed I’ve seen through my window.
“I need you to go into the clubhouse, Dani. Find Raze and send him out here. Tell him there’s a present waiting for him.” I shift out of the car but stop short of closing the door.
“What’s going on, Hero? Why is this happening?” I ask him, knowing full well he probably won’t answer me.
“I don’t have time for your shit, Dani. Just get Raze,” he bellows at me while pulling the injured man from the back of the SUV and into the shed. Stalking angrily to the clubhouse, Voodoo opens the doors when I knock. Finding Raze surrounded by several families, I lean down and whisper to him Hero’s orders. He stands and heads toward the back door instantly, leaving me confused. Seeing Slider near the front door, I decide to ask him. Hell, maybe he knows what’s going on.
He sees me coming and instantly checks me over visually once he sees the blood on my clothes.
“Jesus, Dani. Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” he asks while rubbing his hands on my blood-covered arms.
“I’m fine, Slider. I was attacked at the salon while I waited for someone to come get me. I used a glass bottle and broke it on the guy’s face to get away. It just looks worse because his blood is all over me.”
Slider continues to inspect me. I stop his hands, trying to garner his attention. “Please tell me what’s going on, Slider. I don’t understand why the world stopped when Hero called a lockdown.”
“I’m not supposed to tell you this, Dani, but you need to know. Twisted Tribe hit one of the upstate chapters last night. They killed every single one of the men and took the women. We’re going to war.”
Having her here is my own personal nightmare. I’ve spent much of the last few weeks trying to fuck her out of my system with every one of the girls streaming in and out of my room at some point presenting their pretty pussies to me for my pleasure. I’m sure she can hear every one of these women screaming as I ferociously pound into them through the paper thin walls, but I just don’t give a fuck. Maybe she’ll get the hint she’s unwanted and unneeded. This is my version of therapy, and I need to keep at it until it sticks. She’s under my skin, and I can’t scrub her out hard enough. Dani tempts me without even knowing it. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to bust into her room and fuck her every time I walk past it knowing full well that perfect body and smart mouth is lying in bed alone. She’s the siren calling me to run ashore, and I’m about to crash and burn alone from her silent presence.