Torn Apart

Chapter 1

(Mark's point of view)

Irritation…confusion…hatred….

These were all the feelings I had felt since she disappeared out of my life five years ago. Who would of thought one night of sex would leave me forever thinking about her. Did I care about her more than I let on? No. I was the leader of a biker gang and I didn't have time for love…well not anymore.

Women were the reason I ran into problems with John Cena. If I would have just let Sara go to begin with…I wouldn't be compromised now, thinking about a woman who meant nothing to me….

I returned to Massachusetts to continue my life without her or her idiotic uncle, to continue it with my gang of men who chose to ride by my side. I thought I had everything ready to go and planned out just the way I dreamed….but things were not as I expected.

"Boss….what happened to the house?" Hunter asked as he walked up behind me.

We had just got back into Massachusetts and instead of coming home to my nicely built house….there was nothing but a burnt out shell of what it use to be.

"Looks like John and his cronies wanted to make sure I had nowhere to go when I came back…" I told them as I pulled out my cellphone. "No matter, I should have plenty of money saved up to build another one."

Hunter nodded and turned to head back to the others while I stayed on the phone with my bank. I put in all the passcodes to hear how much was left…only to find that I only had $1,500 left in my account. I gritted my teeth and threw my cellphone down at the ground, "DAMN!"

"What's wrong Taker?" Jeff asked.

I stomped towards my motorbike and got on it, "We need to go see Brock."

"Brock? For what?" Another one of the guys asked.

"He was responsible for my money and I'm about one billion dollars short!" I told them as I revved up my bike. "Someone made off with my money…and he would know who!"

Like madmen, my gang and I raced through the streets, crossing the state until we reached the Massachusetts State Prison. I had never been more enraged than I was at that very moment. Someone was gonna pay and I was gonna start with Brock.

"Sir! Sir! Please you can't go in there!" An officer yelled as I marched through the metal detectors and headed straight for the holding cells. I kicked down the door and began yelling Brock's name. A few men snickered at me as I stormed past their cells. I knew some of them from past encounters with their bosses….little fuckers didn't stand a chance against me.

"Did someone call my name?" Brock asked as he stepped out of his holding cell.

I marched up to him and grabbed him by his orange collar.

After slamming him into the bars behind him, I asked. "What the fuck happened to my money?"

He laughed loudly and shoved me off of him. "Sorry…but once you decided to put some woman ahead of your gang, I no longer was responsible for your money."

"So what happened to it!" I screamed. "You better tell me or I swear-"

"-You'll what? Kill me?" He asked as he stepped up to me. "Do your worst big man…I'm in here for life anyways."

"And you'll die here if you don't talk!" I yelled.

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP. "Very nice Taker."

I turned around and saw John walking up to us, sporting his orange jumpsuit. "You…."

"Yes…you can't seem to get me out of your hair can you?" he asked.

"What the hell do you want?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Well I couldn't help but overhear you out here yelling at the top of your lungs about money….and if Sara were still alive she'd be able to help you with that."

"What are you talking about?" I asked while taking a few steps towards him.

Brock chuckled, "Well John and I both thought you needed to be put in your place…it sucks not having control over your items or life doesn't it?"

I glared at both of them, knowing that they had me by the balls….but what could I do to stop it? "Where is the money?"

"How should I know? As we said…the truth died with you ex…and there's nothing you can do about it."

I nodded and cracked my neck, "I guess I'll have to pay your niece another visit."

John laughed loudly, "You'll never find her now….which means I have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah and you have nothing that'll shake me into talking either so I guess it's back to the streets for you." Brock said.

I sighed heavily feeling defeated for the first time in life. It was true, I didn't know where Katrina or Nikki were and by now they were long gone. I had to do something to get those punks to talk…and for five years…I'd tried everything possible.

It became very obvious to me that those women had my money and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.