Night After Night (Night Riders Motorcycle Club Book 1) (3 page)

“Let go of me!” Lauren screamed.

She managed only a few steps when Silas drew a knife from his pocket as his buddy continued to wield the baseball bat. “Lose the clothes,” Silas ordered.

“What… why?” Lauren asked even as she realized what they wanted.

“We don’t got all day, cunt,” Silas threatened. “And Tim is right on. Let’s make sure you’re worth it before we go to all trouble.”

Blinking back tears of terror, Lauren summoned the strength to shake her head. “What trouble?” she asked. “What is it that you–?”

Grabbing a hunk of her hair, Silas forced her into his eyes again, and she whimpered at the feel of his breath racing down her neck. “You do it quick,” Silas started, “or maybe we just ice you now and give the vultures a special treat.”

Lauren swallowed hard at the thought of her body gutted and limp. Alone as she was, she wanted a chance to get through this and see another day. A part of her actually wanted to get back home if she ever got the chance.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” Tim said with a cold laugh.

Taking a small step back, her body went numb. As she closed her eyes, she pulled her shirt up over her head.

“Oh yeah,” Tim said. “Nice.”

Lauren’s face flushed with fear and fury as Tim’s eyes settled on her breasts. She knew that if she kept going, his hands would be on her. Other parts of him would find their way inside her. But she couldn’t think about that now. She had to survive, and if that meant–

“Keep it up, cunt,” Silas said as pointed the knife in her face.

Reaching behind her back, Lauren released her bra, and she hung her head when Tim whistled his approval. Her first instinct was to shield her soft mounds with her bare hands, but she quickly thought better of it.
Don’t make them angry. You’ll get through this. Somehow…
Resigned to her fate for the moment, she kicked off her sneakers, and she let her jeans fall to her ankles. With only her panties for protection, she gritted her teeth and tugged the elastic band away from her quivering hips.

“I don’t know,” Tim said as he stroked the hardness poking through his pants. “Bet she’ll still do alright even if her face is fucked up.”

Silas nodded in agreement and Lauren suppressed the need to shield her head with her hands. She’d take the blow, the punch, even the blunt end of the bat. But she wouldn’t make a wrong move and give Silas an excuse to plunge the knife into her flesh.

“What do you say?” Tim said. “Want to try her out before we hand her over?”

Silas stroked his own growing cock, and Lauren trembled. Deprived of her clothes, her shoes, she knew she would never make it very far across the wide stretch of sand.

“I don’t know,” Silas said. “Maybe…”

Standing still, Lauren felt Silas’ broad arm curl around her waist, and she whimpered slightly as his lips met her brow in a slimy kiss.

“Might even be fun to keep her,” Silas said. “See what she feels like.” He pushed his hands between her legs, and Lauren shook as he probed her. “I’d love to get all up inside this,” Silas said with a smirk.

How had she let this happen? Hadn’t she been safe with Drew, yelling at her father, picking at waffles just hours ago? And now she was naked and trapped by two monsters. They were going to ravage her; every bone in her body wanted to fight them off. But she would submit if it meant avoiding the knife or worse.

“But this one is gonna fetch some price!” Silas screamed.

Tim groaned his disappointment, but he wilted some under Silas’ gaze and scooped up her discarded clothing. Placing them in a pile, Tim struck a match against the heel of his boot, and Lauren whimpered as her clothes began to burn against the hot sand.

“Take a good look, bitch,” Silas said as he held her back close to his chest. Lauren watched without speaking as her shirt, her bra, and her panties started to turn to ash. What would her parents… what would Drew think? Someone would find her car. They just had to. But there would be no trace of Lauren. Was she doomed to become an unsolved mystery that would leave nothing but unanswered questions in the wake of her vanishing?

“Your new life starts now,” Silas hissed.

Before she could speak or think, Silas lifted her body off the ground and slung her over his shoulders. As they neared the back of the open van, Lauren finally fought back and started to pound his back with her small fists. “No wait!” she screamed. “Don’t do this to me! Please let me---!”

Silas silenced her with a swift punch to the gut, and Lauren collapsed in a heap on the van’s floor. In her dazed state, she felt metal bracelets curling and locking around her wrists, her ankles, and she could just make out the forms of Silas and Tim as they plotted at the edge of the van.

“So you’ll follow?” Tim asked.

“Don’t I always?”

“Think we’ll make it by dark?”

Silas stroked his chin and winked in the direction of Lauren’s cowering form.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “And wait ‘til the boys see the belle of the ball!”

Lauren tugged at her restraints as Silas crawled close to her side. “Please let me go!” Lauren begged. “I won’t tell anyone! I swear I won’t! I–” Her voice was stifled by the feel of a burlap sack surrounding her head. Something leather was wrapped around her neck, and Lauren panicked. She could barely breathe, and if she couldn’t see where they were taking her, she–

“Settle in, cunt,” Silas said. “Just a little road trip.”

He pushed her down, and Lauren felt him leave her side as the van door crashed closed. The men’s voices became muffled, and when she felt sure that they were far enough away, she tried to remove the hood from her head. But her bound hands kept stopping just short of the strap around her neck. Lauren kept trying, but when she found it a futile errand, she slammed her palms to the metal floor and screamed into the sack.

Where are they taking me? What’s going to happen to me?

The answer to her question came in the form of one of the sound of the van’s front door opening and closing. She heard a key turn in the ignition, and as the engine roared to life, her bound body banged against both sides of the van’s walls as the driver accelerated his speed.

“Comfortable, slut?”

It was Tim. Silas had probably gone back for his truck. But she would see him again. And wish that she hadn’t.

“Why?” she moaned into the burlap.

Tim laughed and drove faster.

“It’s our turn to bring someone to the dance,” Tim said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Had our eyes on a little blonde waitress, but the Night Riders are gonna pay top dollar for you.”

Who were the Night Riders? What fresh hell was he leading her towards? Her father’s words suddenly echoed in her ears.

I need help now, Dad. Oh God…

The van paused, and she heard a door open and he sound of Silas’ unwelcome voice.

“Truck’s good,” he said. “Bitch’s car is a lost cause.”

So there wasn’t even that to point someone in the right direction.

“Let’s see how she’s holding up.”

Silas crawled to her side, and she sobbed as he examined every inch of her captive flesh. Despite her best efforts to turn her mind towards thoughts of escape, she felt like a piece of meat. Silas’ touch lingered over every contour and when his fingers settled around her cunt again, she froze. “Oh yeah,” Silas said. “They’re gonna pay top dollar for your sweaty muff.”

Leaving her with only her fears for company, Lauren held her naked body close as the van kept moving, and she prayed that something would stop the torment on the long road ahead.

CHAPTER FOUR

The van finally came to a stop, and Lauren waited. She heard the van’s front door open and close, and, again, she was left alone.

I have to get out of this. This might be my only chance.

Scraping her nails against the van’s walls, Lauren struggled to find a gap, a break, something in the latch that would bring her freedom. But the metal loop was securely fastened, and she had no choice but to thrash and pull, her desperate breath mingling with the burlap covering in her face.

Try as she might, she could not break free, and her soul sank. Still she kept tugging until she heard the back door open. Was it Silas? Tim? Both of them?

Maybe it was one of the Night Riders, whoever they were, and Lauren’s body stilled as the hood was finally, mercifully removed from her head.

“Here we are.”

It was Silas, and she wanted to strike him. He had pretended to be a dark knight in grizzled armor. And he was everything that her father and Drew had feared; her mother would have never let her leave if she knew that this was what lay in store.

“You fucking asshole…”

Silas smirked, and Lauren shuddered when he pulled her close by her hair. Maybe he was minding her face, but he would bruise other parts of her. “Easy, slut,” he cautioned. “Remember, you flagged me down.”

Lauren had set this whole thing in motion by running away, and as she was relieved at the loosening of her bonds, she was still a prisoner of fate as Silas marched her out of the van.

“This is gonna be awesome!” Tim chimed in.

Both men gripped her arms, and Lauren was pushed through an open steel door. It quickly slammed shut behind her, and Lauren’s eyes struggled to adjust to the dark.

“Let’s put her in holding,” Silas said.

Lauren’s bare feet pained her as they scraped against a rickety wooden staircase, and she whimpered with every step. Darker and deeper, she exhaled a small sigh of relief when the descent came to an end, and she basked in the feel of walking on flat ground. But any comfort left her as a horrible room came into view.

Oh my God… no…

The place was awash in bound and blindfolded girls, all of them shackled to the walls. Some cried and screamed at the sound of Silas and Tim drawing nearer. Other seemed to sink deeper into the floor, resigned to their fate. Lauren didn’t want to turn into that; she wanted to get out while she still knew what it was to be alive.

“No!” Lauren screamed. “You’re not putting me here! I want–”

Ignoring her cries, Silas slammed her to the ground and chained her again. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a crimson bandana and tied it around her head. As soon as the light left her, Lauren flailed and kicked. Silas stilled her with a pull to her nipple, and she retreated to the place where she could stay silent and simply hope to survive.

“Just shut up,” he said. “And don’t cry.” He pressed his hands under her chin. “Not a bad face,” he said. “But I’ll slash your cheeks if you fuck this up for me.”

Abandoning her, she started to pull at her blindfold when a soft hand met her arm.

“Don’t do it, kid.”

The voice that hit her ears was raspy, gnarled, and Lauren twisted her head in the direction of the sound. “What is this place?” she begged.

“They sell us,” she started. “Trade us when they get bored. I know it seems bad at first.”

Lauren’s soul erupted into a scream. “At first? No! I’m not supposed to be here. I want to go home. Why–?”

“Not happening, honey,” the invisible woman said. “Best you just let all of that go.”

She pressed her hands to her ears, not wanting to hear the truth of her new situation. If she wished hard enough, she was home and safe. If Drew could find her now, he would beg forgiveness for his harsh words and simply rejoice in her return. She wanted to go back, but as the room of girls wept all around her, that seemed like a dream that would never come to pass.

“You scared?” the woman asked.

Nodding, and then realizing that her new friend couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, Lauren spoke up. “What are they going to do to us?” Lauren asked.

“Sell us off,” she said. “Some masters are kinder than others. You best just hope for a sweet sir.”

Lauren remembered all the nights, so many nights, when she had pleaded with Drew to break from their routine. She had wanted to be on her knees and feel his cock pressing into her from behind. One time, she had even asked for a blindfold. Kicking herself now, she pulled at her bonds, and she was only stilled by the feel of the woman’s hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t try to fight it,” she said. “No one ever gets out.”

Lauren was not about to resign herself to this awful fate. But she had to keep her facts straight. A sweet sir? Maybe she could survive that. But… “Who are the Night Riders?” she asked in a shaking voice.

The woman started to back away, but Lauren gripped her wrist and kept her close.

“What does it–?”

“One of the biker club around these parts,” she started. “You can’t walk after a night with Eric.”

Lauren cringed. She knew that Tim and Silas intended to sell her to these men. Those men.

A horn blared, and she listened hard as one of the other girls was dragged from her side. In the near distance, she could hear quoted figures and bids for flesh. A strange voice called time at twenty-five thousand dollars, and the unknown girl’s scream dissipated as she was led into some untold hell.

“How do I get out of it?” Lauren asked through her blindfold.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re for sale. Right?” Lauren asked. Just saying it nearly made her vomit, but she had to take this one step at a time. She was blindfolded, bound, but there had to be a way---

“You don’t,” the woman said. “Get used to it.”

But Lauren couldn’t, and as soon as she felt her body unhooked from the wall, she struggled and kicked.

And a hard hand slapped her face. “Maybe a little mark will get the boys hot.”

At least Silas spared her the end of the bat. Hauling her up by her dragging feet, Lauren kept thinking that there had to be a way to escape this with some of her dignity intact, and out desperation, she curled her body to Silas’. “Don’t send me out there,” she pleaded. Ripping her blindfold away, Lauren’s eyes blinked fast to adjust to the dim light. Focusing on Silas’ cold eyes, she made her stand. “I’ll… I’ll stay with you,” she said.

Silas’ eyebrow drew close to his hairline, and his fingers kneaded her arm. “Will you really?” he asked.

The thought of giving herself to him tied a knot around Lauren’s stomach. No doubt he would be brutal, but after only a few short hours he was suddenly the devil that she knew. Lauren would take that over the devil that might rub her raw and cripple her.

“I… I will,” Lauren whispered. Holding her breath, Lauren hoped that she could turn him back to her side.
Let him take me. If it’s just him, I’ll find a way out. I’ll---

“You’re cute, cunt,” he said. “But you’ll do more for me out on the block.”

Pulling her wrist, Silas dragged her up another set of stairs, and Lauren finally found herself center stage in an open space. Peering into the crowd, she shuddered at the catcalls and cruel whistles that washed over her body, and when she tried to cover herself again, the auctioneer, a slim man with a thinner mustache, snapped her fingers. Lauren felt a million eyes passing over her bare body, and she wondered which one would claim her. She could only hope that she…

“Here we go, boys! Meat so fresh that your mouths water just looking at her!”

The mustached man whooped the crowd into a frenzy, and Lauren tried to cover her body as she stood under the harsh lights. “Now cut that shit out!” The auctioneer stamped his feet and snapped his fingers.

Lauren turned her head to the slimy man, and when he growled in her direction, she knew that she had no choice but to lower her arms and allow her bare body to be exposed to a mass of unseeing eyes.

“Now that’s better,” the auctioneer stated with a sneer.

The room calmed, and she felt the sweat pouring off of her body in waves as the crowd’s mutters debated how much she was worth. Lauren could hear a slew of figures hitting her ears; if she wasn’t sure before, now there was no question about it. She was lost, captured, and totally alone. Her only hope was that the top bidder would show her some mercy.

“I want her!” a hidden voice screamed. “20K!”

A balding man with a barrel chest and rotting teeth stepped into the light, and as soon as he licked his lips, Lauren started to feel her hopes fade slip away.
Don’t let it be… please don’t…

“As expected,” the auctioneer started, “Night Rider Eric Shaller leads the muff charge.”

Oh my god…

If the other shackled woman was to be believed, this was the worst fate imaginable. As she looked into Eric’s cold eyes, Lauren started to sink into despair when another voice hit the air.

“25K.”