Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

94. Alexis

My entire body ached. Minutes felt like hours as I lay cramped up in the pitch black of the boot, the smell of blood lingering in the air causing a nautious feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Every time I closed my eyes all I saw was Jimmy's lifeless body, laying discarded on the floor like that of a slaughtered animal.

Outside the vehicle, I could hear the voices of the men who'd kidnapped me talking and laughing, although I couldn't make out what was being said.

After a while, I heard the sound of another vehicle approaching, followed by the sound of footsteps, then more voices. A deep, booming voice rattled off a chain of commands, and all of a sudden I heard the slamming of vehicle doors and the engine roared to life.

The car took off with a lurch, throwing me around as I wrapped my arms around my stomach protectively. As the car twisted and turned along whatever route we were traveling, and at some point I felt my head smack against the steel framing of the boot, and a wet, hot liquid began to trickle down the back of my head.

Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them away, willing myself to be strong for my baby girl, for myself, and for Dom. My family.

Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen, knocking the wind out of my lungs and leaving me clutching at my belly.

"Woah baby girl what the fuck was that?" I spoke aloud breathlessly, panic lacing my voice.

Silence came the response, before another, less intense pain shot through me. Something was wrong and I knew it, I could feel it.

The vehicle made another sharp turn and then came to a halt, and I prayed somebody would let me out sooner rather than later. I had to find a way to escape, and I wasn't going to be able to do it in here.

I heard yelling, and a strange popping sound, and then a voice roared at the top of its lungs, making my blood run cold.

"HOLD YOUR FIRE BEFORE THE LITTLE BITCH GETS IT!!!"

All of a sudden I heard a click and daylight poured into the boot, blinding me. As my eyes adjusted, I blinked a few times and the blurry, looming figure staring down at me became clear.

Rocket.

He grabbed me by arm, squeezing so hard it hurt, and yanked me from the boot, dropping me onto the concrete driveway.

Pain shot through my knees, and another jolt of pain stabbed into my stomach, leaving me unable to move or breathe.

"Get up, bitch" Rocket spat at me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and ripping me upwards by it.

For the first time I took in our surroundings, and recognized the clubhouse immediately. I gasped as I took in the site before me. Bodies lay scattered as far as the eye could see, both dead and with horrific injuries I could never have imagined.

I saw a few men I recognized, club members, sheltering behind objects, weapons all locked on me and the piece of shit holding me captive, but nobody dared to fire.

If only I could get away from him a little, give somebody a clean shot...

As if he read my mind, Rocket chose this exact moment to wrap his arm firmly around my neck, pulling me to him. The cool feel of metal pressed against my temple gave me my answer instantly. I was fucked. Nobody here would risk taking the shot and injuring me or the baby and having to answer to Reaper.

"WHERE ARE YOU REAPER? AND WHERE THE FUCKS MY DAUGHTER! I SWEAR IF YOU DONT SHOW YOUR FACE NOW I'LL BLOW THE TITS OFF THIS SWEET LITTLE PIECE OF ASS"

He walked us closer towards the front entrance, as another wave of pain consumed my body. It was getting worse. Tears involuntarily escaped my eyes, and the look of satisfaction on Rockets face told me his fat ego thought he was the cause.

I forced back the pain, and laughed.

"You can kiss my ass you piece of shit."

He release his grip on my neck, grabbing my arm forcefully and spinning me to face him.

"Oh, I'll do more than that bitch. Maybe I'll cut that Satan spawn from your gut and then have the boys pass you round a few times."

He laughed, and I spat in his face.

"Bitch!"

Raising his hand, he brought the butt of the pistol straight down, connecting directly with my nose. An earsplitting crack sounded and I knew instantly it was broken. The pain was excruciating, but I couldn't let him break me.

I looked him directly in the eye and smiled, the metallic taste of blood seeping into my mouth from the stream pouring from my nose.

"Thats Ms Crazy Bitch to you, you piece of shit. You'd be proud to know your daughter was just like you..."

He raised the pistol to hit me again when the clubhouse doors flew open.

"Don't you fucking touch her motherfucker!!"

There stood Dom, a wild, psychotic look in his eyes. Blood stained the arm of his shirt, whether it was his or someone else's, I didn't know. He pointed his gun directly at Rocket, who in turn aimed his pistol directly between my eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare" Dom spoke again, fear in his voice this time.

Tank and several other guys appeared at his sides, but I knew there wasn't anything they could do. I was helpless.

"Now, now Reaper. Is that any way to treat your guests? Let's go inside, discuss this like growns up shall we? You know what I'm here for. My men have been all through your buildings. She's not here. So where the fuck is my daughter?!"

He slid the gun around to my temple once more and walked us forward. Not once did Doms eyes leave me. I could see the pain, the helplessness hidden behind the tough exterior he was protruding, and my heart broke for him.

Another wave of pain had me faltering in my step, and I watched as Dom took a step towards me, only to have several Devil's Rejects point their weapons directly at him.

He hesitated, and Rocket grinned.

"What the fuck have you done to her Rocket?" Dom hissed.

"Nothing she didn't earn. Now, like I said before. Why don't we finish this little chat inside. My guys have tapped back out of your security, I suggest you get your men to shut the gates. Imagine the cops will be all over this place any time now."

Dom hesitated, then looked at Tank and nodded. Tank pulled a phone from his pocket, dialed, and within a few minutes the gates groaned and creaked, slowly shutting us all inside like prisoners.