Road Tripped (Satan's Devils MC Utah #1) - Manda Mellett Page 0,96
get somewhere fast,” Pip observes, his eyes viewing me critically. Not for the first time, I suspect he’s got an uncanny capability for seeing inside a person right down to their soul.
That puts a different spin on it. I give a sharp nod. As soon as we know where Swift is being held, I’ll waste no time rushing to her.
The brothers here might all be desperate to find her, but I doubt anyone has such a driving urge to be the one who first reaches her.
For the first time, I understand why Mouse was so distraught when Mariana was taken, or Blade when Tash disappeared. What’s harder to comprehend is why I feel like a part of me is missing when I barely know her.
Or why I want to shout to the room that we have to find her because she’s mine.
Mine? In my head only. Swift will never belong to me or anyone.
23
Swift…
I think a night has passed, but I can’t be sure. All I know is I was thrown another hamburger what feels like hours ago, and a breakfast wrap was delivered just now.
At least my time in the army had trained me for accepting my time as a kidnapee. During the stage of my SAS training while I was fending for myself, I had to eke out my meagre rations, surviving at times on energy bars which tasted just like cardboard. A cold egg and bacon sandwich was actually a step up, and the protein and calories were such that I couldn’t be fussy or pass it up.
Ignoring my body’s complaints have become ingrained as my way of life. Being on sentry duty meant retaining the same position for hours which could lead to cramps, as could trekking forty-odd miles carrying a fifty-five pound pack.
I’m tired though. I can’t relax and sleep as I wouldn’t hear anyone creep up on me. I refuse to close my eyes, and keeping them focused on the door–the only way I’d be warned of someone approaching–is exhausting. I’m slowly being driven crazy by the silence. Usually, as soon as I wake, I switch on my hearing aids and the world becomes as close to normal again as I’ll ever have it.
My fear, which I’m trying to manage, continuously bubbles under the surface. What future have they got planned for me? Will I ever hear again, or will my future just be silent? That scares me more than anything.
During what I expect was the long lonely night, I’d gone over and over again why they could have kidnapped me. It was planned, I’ve become even more certain of that. Possibly I’ve been watched, but as I hadn’t been aware of anything or anybody wrong, they’re not amateurs. But why take me?
I’m a woman, and while I keep shying away from giving it serious consideration, the only thing I circle back to is they’ve kidnapped me to be sold, just like so many people I’ve helped rescue with the Utah Satan’s Devils. I’ve tried to think of something else, why I’m important to them in any other way, but I was never able to wear my beige beret and take up a position as part of the SAS. I’ve been involved in no intrigue, have upset nobody’s plans.
I’ve got hands, feet, and if it comes to it, teeth. My arm can wrap around someone’s neck and choke out their life in an instant, and my legs can kick theirs from under them. Helpless is not a word which applies to me, unless I’m drugged, overpowered or, left tied up and chained to a wall.
I know people are into kinky shit, and if that’s my planned future, doubt if I’d be given a safeword. I wouldn’t go anywhere or do anything willingly, and I’m not helpless. If someone tried to rape me here chained up as I am, I’d use my hips and attempt to break off their fucking dick. I can’t evade a bullet, I know that, but death would be on my terms and not theirs.
What petrifies me isn’t the thought of anyone getting physical with me, it’s being left in this world of silence to rot. Would I ever be able to sleep again? I think not. It hasn’t escaped me that I might have been taken for some sick fuck who’d get off on the thought he could hurl insults and threats at me when without hearing them, I couldn’t retort back.