Completely Yours (Vicious Snakes MC Book 4)

climb in and Cutter is speeding out before I can pull my seatbelt on.
“Whoa, what’s rush?” I ask, my heart starts beating harder. I wonder what could be wrong.
“Just shut up,” he yells.
I flinch at his tone. Something isn’t sitting right with me.
I hear the lock of the doors. I try the door anyway, but the lock wont budge and it won’t open.
I look around at my surroundings. Surely we will be at the clubhouse soon, right?
I notice that the direction he is driving in is the exact opposite direction of the clubhouse.
“Hey! Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the clubhouse,” I say, growing suspicious.
He lets out a chuckle that has shivers crawling up my spine. That does not sound good at all.
Next, there is a whistle and I feel a prick at my neck. When I turn around, I see a man that I don’t recognize before everything turns black.

Chapter Ten
Krista
 
I wake up shivering. I don’t normally wake up cold, but that’s because I’m usually sandwiched between two guys.
Slowly waking up, I can feel a pounding in my head before I open my eyes.
The room is dark. There is only a light from a small light fixture in the middle of the room. I notice that there is a heavy weighted object around my ankle.
Fuck.
I look over and, sure enough, I’m chained to the wall by my ankles, and my hands are tied in front of me.
I try to move my hands, but it’s no use. Whoever did this sure as fuck knew what they were doing.
I curse as I remember Cutter driving like a maniac out of town, and a man putting God knows what into my system.
When I get out of this, I’m going to fucking kill that fucker Cutter.
Betraying bastard.
When I look around the room, I notice that it’s fairly large, but I guess that’s expected since they have three other women chained to the fucking wall!
I try to focus but my contacts are dry as fuck. I try blinking to bring moisture to my eyes.
I hear a sniffle, and I look over to one woman curled into a ball.
“Hey!” I whisper yell.
I see the figure move and I can’t help but gasp.
“D-danielle? What the fuck?” I ask stunned.
“Krista?” she softly cries.
I hear another moan and I look at the woman a few feet beside her. “Katy?”
“Kris, not you too,” she says. I notice some bruising on her face. I can’t help but wince. Fuck, that had to hurt.
“What are you two doing here? I thought you guys went to Danielle’s grandma’s funeral?” I ask, remembering that they left for the funeral a few days ago.
“We barely made it out of town before we were run off the road. Fuckers won’t tell us what they want. They just come in here to beat the hell out of us and give us water with a small sandwich,” Katy says.
The door opens before I can ask anything else.
I stop cold when I see four bikers enter the room. What shocks me is that they are wearing Devil’s Souls cuts.
“Welcome to your new hell, princess,” one of them spits out.
I narrow my eyes at him. “What the fuck do you want?”
He smirks evilly at me.
“We will let the boss tell you that one,” he says with a look in his eyes that I do not like one bit.
“Try to keep it down, will ya? I'd hate to gag ya,” he says, and the other bikers laugh.
“Fuck you,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
He punches me across the face before I can see him move.
Fuck that hurt. I turn my head to glare at him.
They all laugh at the look on my face.
“Sit tight, Princess. You will be having more company soon.”
They grab the woman that I wasn’t able to get a good look at and drag her out of the room. She looks beaten more than the other two. She looks weak. When her head turns my way, I see a hopeless, vacant expression that turns my stomach.
I wonder who she is and why she’s here because I don’t recognize her.
One of the guys kicks Katy on his way out with a laugh.
The door shuts with a click of a lock.
I try and think of a way for us all to get out of this mess.
Fuck, these men just don’t know how to fucking disappear. They keep coming back, and I’m worried what they have planned.
I close my eyes trying to fight off the tears that threaten to form.
I hope that we can get out of this.
Pyro
 
It has been hours since anyone has heard from Krista.
She didn’t come back from coffee with her friend, and I’m trying to remember what she had told me about her.
I drop my head in my hands and rack my brain.
Prez yells when he walks into the club.
“Fuck, get all the women in here. If they aren’t in the club right now, get someone to pick them up. We don’t know what the fuck is going on. Steal, it’s time to call Torch. We need every brother on this, we can’t have any more women harmed.”
Steal picks up his phone and calls his brother while I look at Damien who is looking at his phone with a curse.
“Fuck!” he shouts.
“Prez, I can’t reach Ella,” he says through anger.
Bullet pulls out his phone and makes a call.
“We need to tell her dad. I’m calling my Prez,” he says and walks out of the room.
Fuck, that’s going to be a tough call to make.
“Someone get eyes on Ella!” Prez shouts.
“I need every brother present. Fucking phone