Hook (Brutal Chains MC #1)

Chapter 17

Seventeen

Hook

It's been more than a week since I basically fucked Bea into agreeing to be my wife.

I've never begged a woman, but I was willing to get on my hands and knees for her. She is the only one to have that kind of power over me. The only one I trust to rule me in that way.

Now I'm running around doing the shit I'd always made fun of other men for doing: buying flowers and planning shopping trips. I even set up a fucking picnic simply because I know she wants to get out of the clubhouse for a little while.

"Where are we going?" Bea asks as I walk her out back behind the compound. While in front of the strip mall there is street access, on the other side of the clubhouse there's nothing but trees and fields. It's the perfect place for many of us to be able to use our toys away from the public eye.

"Don't worry about it. It'll be fun," I tell Bea as I continue to pull her alongside me. She's wearing a pair of combat boots, some jeans, and a thick sweater. She looks absolutely breathtaking, but I'm praying she's not too attached to the outfit she has on because I intend to get her dirty.

I walk over to a small shed we have and open the door so Bea can see inside.

She gasps as she spies the bright red and black four-wheeler. It's a big boy's toy, but I know that she likes a bit of danger. Usually, I only go on my own, but I think it'd be fun for us to ride together and get to the picnic site a few miles deep into the woods.

"Can I drive?" Bea jumps and claps.

"Fuck no. You want to kill me? I'll have a heart attack the second you go over one hill." I shake my head and pull her into the shed so we can get on the bike.

"Aw, come on!" She whines, but I continue to shake my head no.

She asks me a few times, but I'm not going to let her drive until I know she can handle something of this magnitude. Maybe one day, but not today.

We hop on the four-wheeler, and I start on the barely used back roads through the dense trees.

As soon as we start on our way, Bea grabs hold of me tightly. After the first dip, she begins to laugh. I go faster, pushing the four-wheeler to get up the steep hills and through the deep trenches. Mud, dirt, and debris fly up, and when I look over my shoulder, I see Bea's face is splattered, but she's laughing like a wild woman. Her joy is infectious. The both of us whoop and cheer as I race to take the most exciting route toward the area I've chosen for a picnic.

I'm so focused on Bea, so busy trying to make her smile that I'm not paying attention to my surroundings. So fucking stupid.

It's not until I hear the deep rumbling sound of a truck that I turn my head just in time to see it skid right next to us.

"What the fuck!" I shout, and Bea screams behind me. She grips me tight, and now the fun ride that was supposed to end with us at a picnic site has turned into a mad dash to get away from the people chasing us.

"Oh God," I hear Bea cry.

"What?" I shout over my shoulder while I focus on keeping the four-wheeler on the road.

Bea is looking into the window of the truck that is dangerously close to us. "It's Lance," she says out loud, and I turn my gaze in that direction.

He's nothing like I would have expected. His face is hard, and his eyes are dead as he gestures with his hand for the man driving the truck to ram us again. I jerk the handlebars to the side so we won't get caught, but the side of the wheel hits an uneven patch of ground.

I roar in defeat as I feel the heavy body of the four-wheeler start to tip, even while the wheels are still turning, trying to get traction.

"NO!" Bea screams, and it's the last thing I hear as we tip over into a deep riverbed. The heavy off-road vehicle crashes down with an intense sound of grating metal, and then everything goes black.

I'm not sure how long I'm out, but when I come to, I can't breathe. I can't even take in enough air to scream. I'm lying on my front, and the four-wheeler is laying across my midsection, pinning me to the ground.

"Bea," I whisper, though I was trying to scream for her. "Bea!" I put as much effort behind my words as I can.

"No! Get off me! Stop!" I finally hear her screaming, but she's not next to me. I turn my head as far as I can and watch as Lance and the same two other men who have been making my life a living hell grab hold of her and drag her to the truck that just ran us off the road.

"No!" The desperation building inside of me is intense. I twist and pull at my body, trying to dislodge the bike from on top of me, but the more I pull, the more evident it becomes that I'm not going to be able to get this thing off me. I'll break my bike before I do.

"No!" I let out a weak roar as they back the truck up, Bea still kicking and screaming inside, and drive off.

My head is throbbing, and I feel something warm dripping down the side of my face. The world spins, and I know I'm going to pass out again at any second. I can't. I don't know how long I'll be here before someone comes to look for me. The guys knew I was going to take Bea out, but they also know better than to come disturb us. If I'm going to get out of here, I'm going to have to do it on my own.

I slam my head over and over against the ground beneath me. I want to feel the pain. I want to build the adrenaline in my body.

My vision blurs, and white spots dance in my vision with every blow to the head, but right along with that comes my anger.

Now, instead of trying to pull my way out from under the four-wheeler, I start digging. My nails pop off, and I jam my fingers as I dig with every ounce of strength I have left in order to get from under the four-wheeler.

It feels like it takes forever, but soon I've dug a deep enough hole that I can twist my body out from under the four-wheeler. My back throbs, and I'm seeing double, but I don't take any time to rest. I can't. I have to get back to Bea. I have to get her away from that asshole. He's going to regret the day he ever thought about touching my woman.

I push through the pain and run back in the direction of the clubhouse. Thankfully, I'd been going in a zigzag pattern when we first set out, so I wasn't very far. With every step closer I get to the clubhouse I can feel Bea getting further and further away from me.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Pipe asks as I burst in the back door into the kitchen of the clubhouse. His face is in the fridge, probably still looking for some of Bea's left overs.

"They took..." I grimace as I try to talk and still try to move fast at the same time all the while I'm trailing blood behind me. I'm sure something is fucked up inside of me but I can't focus on that right now. I'll worry about dying when I get Bea back.

Pipe finally realizes something is wrong as he stands and looks at me. "Oh shit! Hold on man. Hold on." Pipe grabs hold of me and tries to drag me down to the floor. I must look much worse than I thought because I can see the fear in his eyes.

"No! Let me go!" I growl and try to break his hold. He doesn't understand that I'm losing my mind. Bea could be calling out for me, she needs me. Pipe reaches under one of the cabinets and presses the alarm which causes a bright red light to flash in all the rooms and halls.

"Report!" I hear Brick's voice call out.

"In here! Guys in here!" Pipe yells as he continues to get me to calm. I'm trying to explain to him that we need to get Bea but I can't get the words out. I can't catch my breath.

Everyone rushes into the kitchen, they skid to a stop when they see me. Only Brick pushes all the way through. He leans down and I grab hold of his cut. Willing everything I want to say to be evident in my eyes.

He nods his head.

"Boys, suit up. We need to find Bea."

Relief rushes through me and I let my body collapse onto the ground.

I'm not worth shit right now but I know that with Brick and the rest of my brothers on the job they'll do whatever needs to be done in order to get Bea back to me.