Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance (20 page)

Chapter 13

  She looks out of the black tinted windows of the van out into the lush yard of Brent Donaldson’s house, her skin crawling as she gazes up to the waving American flag as it flaps on its pole between the manicured cedar’s in front of the front porch.

“And you’re sure he has no kids or anything?” She asks, her heart beating in her ears. ‘No wife still in bed sleeping?”

“No, ma’am.” One of the men say as he shakes his head. “No kids. Maid not here until Thursday. Gardener just came yesterday. No wife to speak of, either, anymore from the looks of it. At least, no one came home last night while we were on lookout.”

“Yeah.” The other guy says. “The man seems to be downright hated in pretty much all areas of his life. The richest always are.”

“Are we ready?” Andrei asks, nodding as he looks everyone over before unzipping the duffle and pulling out the rifles one by one, distributing them to everyone.

  He places the gun on Jennifer’s lap, before pointing towards the barrel.

“This is the side you point with, okay?” He asks, holding back a laugh as she glares into his eyes.

“You’re not helping things, Andrei.” She says, shaking her head as she holds the gun in her shaking hands.

“Sorry.” He whispers, brushing his fingertips gently over her cheek. “You don’t need to know how to use it. It’s just so it doesn’t look like you’re vulnerable.”

  She nods her head, looking back out the window as she notices the car backed into the driveway with the dent on the bumper.

“Let’s go.” She whispers, her voice low and deep as anger begins to rise up throughout her body.

  Andrei flashes her a coy smirk as he opens the side door of the van before he and his men hop out.  He holds out his hand, helping her step out of the van before she follows them between the buses, down the path and through the side gate to the backyard of Brent Donaldson’s property.

“There he is…” The fatter one says as, looking through the glass of the back door into the kitchen as he watches the mayor’s son stir his coffee as he leans against his kitchen counter. “Perfect.”

  Jennifer gasps before biting her tongue as she hears the crashing bang of broken glass as one of the men smashes through the window, reaching through the door to unlock it and let everyone inside.

“GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!” They all shout together as they sprint up the back stairs.

“Who’s there?!” She hears, her stomach turning as they rush into the kitchen, surrounding Brent Donaldson as he drops his mug to the floor, sinking into the spilled coffee. “What’s going on!?”

“Where’s your safe?!” She hears Andrei shout as he walks closer to the man as he crawls across the floor. “Where’s your fucking safe?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The man cries, the panic building in his voice as they close in on him. “I don’t have a safe, I don’t have a safe!”

“Where do you keep your fucking money?” Andrei asks, kneeling down to his level.

“Not here, not here!” The man begs. “It’s somewhere else! My wife took it all! I swear!”

“I’m going to ask you one last time.” Andrei says, pushing the barrel of the gun up against Brent’s temple. “Tell me. Where. It. Is.”

  Jennifer shakes as she watches the man’s face turn red, his chest heaving as he screams loudly.

“HELP ME!” He yells, scrambling to climb up the counter. “SOMEONE HELP ME!”

“Oh, for fuck sakes, will you shut the fuck up?!” Andrei says, standing up before the man as he tries to open the kitchen window above his sink. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

  He grunts as he bashes the butt end of the gun into the back of Brent’s head before stepping back as the heavy man falls to the ground unconscious.

“Why do they always gotta squeal like that?”

Chapter 14

  Jennifer rests her chin on the seat as she stares at the towel covered lump behind her on the floor of the van before glancing out the window as the guys prop open the large glass door at the end of the utility hallway.

“We kidnapped someone.” She whispers to herself as she looks back towards them, watching Andrei split from the rest of the group as he walks around to the back of the van and opens the tailgate door.

“What a fat fuck.” Andrei says, pushing the towel off of him before grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him out of the back of the van.

  Jennifer cringes as she hears the man’s body hit the pavement and she turns around, rubbing her hands over her face before she opens the side door of the van and steps outside.

“So what are we doing?” She asks, watching as the men pick up Brent’s body by the limbs and carry him over to the door. “This was not at all in the plan, Andrei.”

“Jennifer, sometimes plans change.” Andrei says, grunting as they heave him into the hall before dropping him on the ground in front of the utility elevator. “Don’t worry, we’ll get what we set out for, it’s just going to take a little longer this way.”

“I’m not worried about that!” She whispers forcefully. “We kidnapped someone! I don’t care about the money anymore. Let’s just take him back and pretend like this didn’t happen.”

“You’ve got a weird set of morals, Jennifer.” Andrei grunts again as they hoist him back up as the elevator doors open.

“Because I don’t want to kidnap someone?” She asks, the shock apparent in her voice as she follows them into the elevator.

“What did you think was going to happen when you asked the mafia for help?” He says, shaking his head. “Look, I didn’t want this to turn into extra work, but it did, if you still want what you came to us, the fuckin’ mob, for, then just please, let us do our jobs.”

  She bites her bottom lip, a frog swelling in her throat as she watches the elevator open into the dark basement.

  Jennifer follows the men down the hall, past the usual room and into a larger space with a tiled floor and old, rusted showerheads on the walls.

  She quietly watches as they pull a chair into the middle of the room before lifting him up on a count of three to set him inside of it.

“Jen.” Andrei says to her as he walks over to her in the doorway, holding a roll of silver duct tape as he tries to peel up the end. “If you want to go upstairs, I’ll be more than happy to give you the key. You don’t need to see this anyway…”

  Jennifer watches on as one of the men leans up against an old wooden workbench as Brent’s head slouches down into his chest.

“No.” She says shortly, finding her courage as she grabs the roll of duct tape from his hand and uses her nail to pick up the stuck edge. “I was the one who made you do this. I’m part of it.”

  He nods, smiling darkly at her before turning around and walking back over to Brent. Andrei pulls the duct tape off the roll before wrapping it around the chair and Brent’s wrist, securing it in place before doing his other hand, too and moving on to his legs against the legs of the chair.

“Andrei, you want this?” The fatter one asks as he turns off a tap, having filled a bucket with ice cold water before picking it up and walking it over to Andrei as he stands in front of the unconscious Brent.

“Yeah, dump it on.” He says, backing up to avoid getting wet. “We’ll see it that does it.”

  She watches as the man lifts the heavy bucket up above Brent’s head before pouring the freezing water over his body.

  He yelps as he comes back to consciousness before screaming as he tries to lift his hands to wipe his eyes, finding them taped down against the arms of the chair.

“Does shut the fuck up mean nothing to you!?” Andrei asks, bending over to look in Brent’s face as tears trail down the man’s face. “I don’t think you realize how important it is for you to just shut your fucking mouth right now, buddy.”

“What do you want from me?” The man says, coughing as he tries to calm himself.

“You almost killed my father, you monster!” Jennifer yells, her heart pounding in her ears as she walks closer to them.

  He turns his head toward her, looking at her with cold eyes.

“You kidnapped me,” He starts, spitting the water out of his mouth as I runs from his hair over his lips. “You kidnapped me and I’m the monster?”

“You left him for dead!” She screams, her voice cracking as she raises her hand up in the air before slapping him hard across the face.

“People will be looking for me!” He says, blood staining the corner of his lip. “You think no one is going to come looking when I don’t show up to my campaign office tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Andrei says, grabbing him by the hair and turning his head to face him. “But that just means we got a whole twenty four hours with you, doesn’t it? Let them look. No one will ever find you here.”

“What do you want from me?” Brent asks again, his voice quivering.

“I want you to pay for what you did to my dad.” Jennifer says, her chest heaving as anger overwhelms her.

“I will never…” He says, his eyes locking with hers.

“Oh, Mr. Donaldson.” Andrei says, cracking his knuckles. “I think in a little while, you’ll come to your senses and agree to make things right.”

Chapter 15

  Andrei smirks at the squirming man as he walks over to the old wooden workbench, rubbing his fingers over it before picking up a long, thin brass pipe.

  He spins it around in his hand, gazing over the smooth surface before hitting it in his hand as he walks back over to Brent.

  He stands in front of him, lifting the pipe up and resting it on the bound man’s shoulder before slowly tapping it up and down.

“What would a man like you be willing to pay to keep his good name?” He asks, lifting the pipe back up to rest on his own shoulder as he walks around Brent’s chair.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t go straight to the police as soon as you let me go?” Brent asks, his voice shaking as Andrei stops in front of him.

“What makes you think I’m going to ever let you go?” Andrei asks, smirking at him. “In my own version of justice, you would never, ever, ever be seen again.”

“If you kill me…” The man hesitates. “If you kill me there is no way I can tell you where they money is…”

“No.” Andrei says, shrugging his shoulders. “But I really don’t like you, so I might just call it even.” He says, raising the pipe above his head as he begins to swing.

“Stop!” Jennifer cries, grabbing the pipe out the air and pulling it out of Andrei’s hand. “Stop.”

  She turns to Brent, tears welling in her eyes as she leans down to his level.

“Please…” She starts. “You owe it to my father, you owe it to him. We won’t interfere with your campaign. We won’t say anything about what you did. You can go on living your life as normal, please! No one will bother you again…. My dad… my dad can’t, you fucked that up for him, but you can make it better… I know that deep down you know it’s what you want to do. Please.”

  Brent closes his eyes as his chest raises up and down with every breath he takes.

“How much?” He asks, looking into Jennifer’s eyes.

“I….” She hesitates, her mind racing. “One hundred thousand dollars. One hundred thousand dollars and we will let you go.”

“A hundred grand?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“That’s nothing to you!” Jennifer says, standing up and stepping backwards. “That’s nothing! My dad may never be able to work again because of you!”

“That pathetic old man probably hasn’t even made a hundred grand in his entire life and you want me to pay for his retirement?” Brent spits at her.

  Jennifer shakes as she looks down on him, before screaming, lifting the pipe into the air and connecting it hard across his knees.

“He’s worked harder than you would ever know!” She screams as she hits him again and again, his bones crunching after each of her strikes.