Chapter 5

Ainsley's POV...

I can’t believe she freaking did this! Shannon went behind my back to meet with those damn bikers and now it seems like she’s plotting against me with them. I swear, if she wasn’t like a sister to me, I’d slit her fucking throat for this… Or maybe just put a few holes in her. But that’s out of the question, she gave up far too much for me and I don’t plan on doing anything to disappoint her in any way.

Just as I’m plotting my revenge in a nonviolent way, my damn spare phone rings and that can only mean one thing… “Talk to me Stinger, what have you got for me this time?” I ask, getting straight to the point because the only time he calls on the spare, is when there’s serious trouble that he needs me to sort out.

“Straight to the point like always, I like it. Listen kiddo, I’m sorry to call you like this, but I really need you on this one.” He says apologetically and I can hear the strain in his voice.

“Talk to me Sting, you only call me on the spare when it’s really serious so tell me what you need.” I say and he jumps right in.

“Six girls have been kidnapped in your new town during the past week, all under the age of eighteen and the cops are doing shit. Claiming ‘runaways’. We need extraction and I need you to work your magic on the guy that the Broken skulls have intercepted because the prick won’t talk.” He starts and I cut him off.

“No problem, send me all you have on a location. It’s time for me to pay the Skulls a visit, oh and Stinger?"

“Yeah?”

“Let those boys know that Shadow is on her way and will be there in twenty, would you? I gotta prepare.” I say as I cut the line. Time to catch a big juicy fly.

I pull up in front of the Broken Skulls MC gate exactly twenty minutes later and I’m greeted by a prospect. Of course no one would know who I am since I left my Mustang at home and I’m dressed in all black leather, riding my Harley Davidson Softail.

“You can let your Pres know that Shadow has arrived.” I say to the prospect while keeping my helmet firmly in place.

“We’ve been told to keep a lookout for you, so you can go right on in miss.” The prospect says and I can hear the tremble in his voice, no doubt that I have my reputation to thank for that.

“Thanks.” I say and wave at the guy, as I ride into the compound.

When I pull up in front of the clubhouse, I can see that the whole club is waiting for me. “Well, hello boys. Anxious to get started and watch me work my magic I see.” I say, getting off my bike and I can hear a few sharp intakes of breath as I remove my helmet. No doubt that some of these guys were there when we moved in.

“What kind of sick joke is this!” I hear Viper shout as he roughly grabs my arm.

“We are expecting someone very important and now is not the time to play games which means that you should not be here little sprite.” He says, trying to move me back to my bike and in less than two seconds, I have him pinned to the ground and holding his arm at an uncomfortable angle.

“If I twist just a little bit, I will break your arm. Never challenge me like that when I have a job to do, got it?” I whisper in his ear and he just nods.

“Now, I’m told that you guys caught some lowlife who likes kidnapping girls and that apparently none of you giants can get the sick fuck to talk. Which is why you need my help. So lead the way.” I say as I release him. Looking around, I see the faces of thirty plus men all twisted in shock and I simply smirk at them. ‘Just wait until they see me in action.’ I think.

“This is where we’re keeping him.” Viper says as he escorts me into a tiny room. The room is bare of any furniture aside from the chair that’s bolted to the floor and the table that contains different torture devices and I walk straight to the table, unpacking all of my own little toys. Grabbing my hunting knife, I slowly circle the man that’s tied to a chair. ‘He kind of looks like Homer Simpson.’ I think to myself.

“So, I hear that you and your buddies like kidnapping young girls?” I ask as I stab him in his right thigh and he just groans. Really? I was at least hoping to hear some screams tonight.

“Where are you keeping them?” I ask, stabbing him in his leg again. He spits in my face, before shouting. “Fuck you bitch! You’re never going to find those little bitches! By this time next week, they’ll have been sold to the highest bidder and they’ll be the newest playthings for their new owners. But don’t worry though, you won’t be left out. I’m going to enjoy breaking you before putting a bullet in your skull.” He seethes and I instantly flick my blade under his thumbnail and I’m finally rewarded with a scream.

“You BITCH! I’m going to gut you like a fucking fish for this!”

“Now now, that’s no way to speak to a lady.” I mock in a sickly sweet voice.

“Does it make you sick fucks feel all manly? The disgusting things you do? Does it make you feel better about yourself?” I ask him again whilst flicking off yet another nail.

“This shit is starting to bore me to death. Time to find a better toy.” I say while walking back to the table and inspecting the instruments. My eyes fall on a mean looking pair of pliers.

“Perfect.”

I slowly stalk back towards him and he starts jerking on his chains. “You gave me a very weak time frame to work with, but what I really want to know is: where are they keeping the girls?” I ask him again as I place his finger in the pliers. The stupid fuck actually pisses himself and I laugh. What the fuck!? Less than a minute ago this guy was threatening to break me and now he pisses himself like a scared little boy? Really?

“I can’t, they’ll kill me.” He whispers and I slowly pull out yet another fingernail.

“Sweetheart, you’re getting killed either way. But whether or not you die a quick and painless death, is completely up to you.” I say to him in a cold voice and as I start to place another finger in the pliers, ready to pull out another nail, he starts to plead with me.

“Please… I-I can’t. You don’t know how dangerous these people are. They will kill me.” He pleads as I pull out another fingernail and break his finger just for the hell of it. ‘So this clearly isn’t working.’ I think to myself as my eyes scan the room for something better to use and finding nothing.

I walk over to the door and bang twice, Viper opens the door and asks. “Done already?” I give him a death glare as I answer.

“Nope, so far all I got is a very spotty time frame and nothing else. Time to bring out some bigger toys so I need a large bucket of water, a car battery and some jumper cables if we are to get the information we need.” I say and as I turn back around, I hear him mutter something about cold hearted under his breath before closing the door.

I decide to play with my victim a little more while we wait and I walk back over to the table. Grabbing a staple gun, some nails and a hammer, I walk back to him. I know that I’ve gotten all the information I can out of him for now, but playing with my food seems like a good use of my time while we wait.

“Let’s have a little fun while we wait for my new toys shall we?” I ask him and see the man pale instantly. He knows that he is not getting out of this alive, which is why he’s being a hardass about giving me the information that I need. Besides, I suspect he’s stalling for something and I just can’t figure out what or why?

“Please, no. Don’t do this, I’m begging you.” He pleads and I just laugh. Where is the arrogant arsehole who threatened to break me before putting a bullet in my skull? Really?

After playing with him a little bit and being rewarded with his screams, I ask him again. “Are you ready to tell me where they are keeping the girls yet or should I continue?” The only thing I get in reply is his whimper.

“Fine then.” I say, walking back to the door and banging once. Viper opens the door immediately and I ask. “Did you get what I need?” He looks shocked for a second and then replies. “We did but…” And I cut him off, not liking the pity in his voice. “Perfect, place his feet in the bucket. Then put the battery next to him and give me the cables. Then get out.” I say, holding my hand out.