Torn

Chapter 17

Just as he asked, I went into the kitchen and got ready to cook lunch. I figured big guys like themselves were probably going to want a lot of food so I pulled out thick cut steaks, eggs, and mashed potato mix and got to work. As I cooked, I thought about how I used to cook this exact meal for John…it was his favorite...our favorite. As memories of my uncle poured into my mind I decided to turn on the small TV Taker had on the counter. I was shuffling through the channels when something caught my eye.

"In other news, police in Wes Newbury, Massachusetts are still on the lookout for area known biker leader Mark Calaway for the murder of the area's high school cheerleading coach Sara Calaway. The 29 year old woman who was also Mark's wife was found buried in the front yard of his known enemy John Cena. Cena told police that his niece, 16 year old Katrina was also killed by Mark and his gang and her body stolen. He believed the body he found in his front yard was that of his niece, but DNA confirms that the body indeed belongs to Sara Calaway. Police are still on the search for the body of Katrina Cena. If you have any information on Mark Calaway's whereabouts, we ask you to contact the Wes Newbury police department immediately. Mark is considered armed and extremely dangerous."

I backed away from the television set, running into the kitchen table. I knew something was up when I hadn't really heard about Sara or from her for that matter. The bastard did in fact have her killed! I took a few deep breaths realizing that I was now in Sara's position and had to treat this man with all the respect in the world. I had to gain his trust…I turned around and kept cooking, trying to fight back my tears. My uncle was truly convinced that I was gone from this world, there was no reason to try and escape now. I had to get use to these guys and today was going to be that day when it started.

"Damn, what smells good in here?"

I looked over my shoulder and saw Brock standing in the entrance to the kitchen. He had a towel hanging over his right shoulder and sweat beading on his face. I had to be honest, these guys were attractive. Even Taker himself was a looker, but the thought of how dangerous they were made me want to keep my distance.

"Oh, Taker sent me in here to get lunch started." I answered as I stirred the brown gravy.

He nodded and walked towards the refrigerator. "Smells great. Looks like Taker picked a good one this time."

"This time?" I asked as I turned off the gravy and then flipped over the steaks.

"Yeah," he said as he opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a cold beer. "His last few wives weren't able to cook minute rice….then again they were all spoiled brats who never had to learn much growing up."

I nodded and reached for a cabinet that contained the plates.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked.

"Um…no thanks I've got it." I said, knowing if I said yes Taker would be furious with him being alone with me.

He chuckled and sat his beer down on the table. "You don't have to be afraid of me Katrina. I'm actually a good guy."

I smiled as I sat the plates down on the table. "It's not really you I'm afraid of Brock….you know Taker doesn't trust you guys alone with me."

"Of course he doesn't." he said with a laugh, "You're more beautiful than his last wives…just looking at you right now makes me feel things I've never felt before."