⚠️ Chapter Contains Some Violence⚠️

There will be a war soon. It's been two weeks since Kaiser was shot. He's moving around and back to normal. So, to speak.

To start my day, it is errand day. Freshly showered, I get into my truck and head for the store. Apparently, the men can eat out the four refrigerators we have in the clubhouse. My hand automatically goes up to my neck. In a panic, I don't feel my necklace. My mind reels back to when I last had it....

My shower.

I took my necklace off when I had gotten into the shower. It is sitting on my shelf. My necklace is something Draven had gotten me recently. He had Wiz place a tracking device inside the locket. He's taking precautions lately especially with his family. Since my phone always has its location on, I should be okay.

However, I did remember to put my ring on that had one in it. My dad had gotten me that one just last month.

As I continue on to the store, I just continue to have this eerie feeling something is about to happen. I can't place my finger on it, but I kow this war is about to start.

I park close to the door and walk quickly into the store. I bounce down the aisles grabbing everything on our list of groceries. Shopping usually takes twenty minutes, if that. Today, I am going to cut the time in half because I can't shake that eerie feeling off. The quicker I get out of here, the quicker I'll be back to the safety behind a gated block.

As I exit the store is when I see my two prospects beaten to a bloody pulp on the ground. As soon as I go to run back inside the store, I am suddenly hit in the back of my head. This causes me to fall to the ground and my vision blurs. I hear his wicked evil voice and I know my fate is sealed. I won't be going home any time soon, if ever.

"Now it took me longer to get you than planned. I'm quite fucking pissed my property took off on me. I told you, you couldn't escape me."

Tank!

Only thought going through my head is my children are safe. He couldn't harm my kids. He roughly throws me over his shoulder and carries to that damn black van. He ties my hands behind my back and closes the doors. When he comes to the front and takes the driver seat. He takes off squealing tires and all. As he is distracted because he screaming at me while watching the road. I am able to pull my phone out of my pocket. I place my phone beside me as I unlock my phone. I click Draven's number and my phone starts to call him.
Once the numbers begins to count each second, I know he's answered. I place it back in my back pocket. I wait a moment for Tank to scream his next question.

"Why did you make this so hard Mac? I wouldn't have hit you. You stupid ass bitch."

"Orange juice is disgusting." I respond. That is the code I use for when I'm in trouble. I have used this since I was a child. It was something I picked and have used ever since. If Draven has heard me, he'll come search for me. I pray to everything above that this man has heard me.

We have been in this van for a while when he suddenly pulls over. He opens the back of the van hastily and I let out a scream. I wasn't expecting the door to swing open that quick. He pulls me out by my hair and yanks me towards the bloody cabin behind the Vipers' clubhouse. I can see my sperm donor standing in the backyard looking at us.

How could he let someone do this to his child?

What the fuck am I asking this question for?

He never wanted me to begin with!

I am slammed to the ground in front of the cabin and all I can do is scream. My screams become muffled and gargling because his hands are around my throat. A tear slips down my cheek as I look up to the man who I used to care somewhat about.

How could a human be so vile?

So cruel?

So menacing?

My oxygen is cut short and I slowly black out. I succumb to the darkness and I invite it with open arms. I knew if I died, my children would be taken care of. Draven would care for our babies and tell them stories of their mom. He would tell them how much I loved them. I just wished I could have made it to see them grow up.

I am wake up to being doused with water. I start to choke as water goes into my lungs.

"Did you think you could runaway bitch?" Tank howls out at me.

"No!" I choke out my strangled words.
My face goes sideways from his punch. Blood feels my mouth which causes me to spit out blood all over his boots.

"When I'm through with you, you'll wish you was died." He growls out.

"I'm already died." I retort. My mouth is that of a firecracker. I never think before I speak and right now my trait is really going to get my dumbass killed.

He pulls out a knife and I start to fidget, trying to get away from him. It's hard due to the fact I'm tied to a chair. With a wicked grin, he fidgets with his knife as he walks back towards me. I wiggle as I frantically try to free myself. His boots are now directly at my line of sight, in front of my own boots. He slices my thigh and I let out a blood curling scream. He places the knife on the table and picks up a small piece of a two by four. Before I could react my vision goes dark again.

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(Back at the clubhouse.)

Third Person Point Of View-

Draven's phone begins to ring and he notices it is Mac calling. When he answers to say hello. He hears an unknown voice in the background yelling. He puts his phone on mute and immediately places it on speaker. Kenna, Tinsley, and Rylee's face pale at the unknown voice.

"Tank?!?" The three mumble in horror.

"Orange juice is disgusting." Her voice rings out loud and clear. Everyone seems like they heard a ghost. Draven's face pales and he looks like he's about to pass out. Mac has used her safe code. The safe code that no one truly thought would be used. Draven feels like he's about to collapse. He never truly got to tell her how he feels. He tries to do subtle hints but it's Mac we're speaking about.

"Wiz I need you to trace Mac's phone now!" Draven orders when he's snaps back to reality.

"On it boss!" Wiz yells back. Wiz pulls out his laptop and starts to type away.

"It looks like they're or her phone is heading towards Vander." He says while typing away on his keyboard.

"Axel. Jax. Find our missing prospects that were supposed to watch her." Draven commands.

"Yes boss!" Axle quickly says. Axel and Jax left to find the missing prospects while Wiz continues to track down Mac's movements.

"Shit! Boss! Her phone must have lost service. Her location has vanished." He says in horror.

"Trace her necklace!" Draven growls out.

"Uh, Reaper! It is saying she's in the clubhouse. If that's the case." He mumbles out. Moments later Dylan comes in with her necklace.

"She's left it in the bathroom." Dylan responds.

"Trace her through her ring. She never forgets it." Bears quickly says. Wiz starts to type on his keyboard.

"Found her!" Wiz yells.

"She's in the Viper's compound in the back of their territory. It looks to be.... A cabin." He rushes out.

"We need to think of a strategy to get my daughter back safely." Bear growls out as he squeezes the bottle in his hand. Glass crumples to the ground.

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(Meanwhile back to the cabin.)

I am woken up again by the sun shining in my face. Tank is sitting at the door sleeping. I have been awake for hours. I couldn't escape from my binds; he's tied the knots too tight. My body is duct taped around the chair. I seriously have to use the restroom.

"Tank!" I whisper. He doesn't seem to stir. "Tank!" I yell puts He jumps up from my voice.

"I have to pee. Please take me to the restroom. I don't give two fucks if you watch me. I seriously have to pee." I say as sternly as I could. He gets up with his knife and cuts my binds and the tape. He yanks me up forcefully by my arm. I hear my arm snap and I know he's pulled it out of place.

I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming. I stumble onto the toilet. I catch myself and start to pull my pants down. Tank watches me the entire time. When I'm finish and my pants are back on, he yanks me by my hair and flings me onto the bed. He ties me by my hands again with more rope to the poles on the bed. All I can do is stare up at the ceiling.

"You know what I do to property who is in trouble?" Tanks asks with a sinister smile.

"No." I whisper out.

"You'll soon find out. You'll learn to never disobey me. You'll learn... You. Are. Mine." He snarls out. He takes a sock full of soap and begins to hit me all on my legs and stomach. My wound on my leg gets busted open more. When he gets tired of the soap torture he grabs his trusted chains. The chain swinging brute hits me in the ribs. I can tell my ribs are cracked. He takes the chains and wraps them around his hand and hauls off and cracks me upside my temple. I vision begins to blur, but I can still hear the sound of motorcycles roaring in the distance.

Tank's phone begins to ring and I couldn't hear what's been said. Whoever it was, it ended quickly because he hangs up on them.

"The guys are going on a run. So, I'll have even more time to teach you a lesson."

He stalks over to me and sits on my stomach. He starts to slap me as he questions me.

"Why?" He growls.

"Because I wanted to you pencil dick mother....." I start to yell out. Until his hand connects with my jaw again

"Tell me why?!" He orders.

"Because I can't stand the fucking sight of you. You fucking ogre!" I yell at him. His hand connects yet again to my check. This time, I don't make a sound.

"Answer me damn it!" He yells out in anger.

"I fucking did you no dick having ass mother fucking anal dwelling ass monkey." I scream at him in my own frustration. His fists don't connect to my cheek this time like I had thought. Instead, his hands are around my throat and I succumb to complete
darkness.

I don't know how long I was out for. I just know I had woken up to my face getting slapped and the smell of gasoline filling the air. Not even seconds after I open my eyes I hear the sound of a distinctive roar of a motorcycle.l, followed by several more.

Within minutes of hearing these motorcycles, I hear the explosion and immediately knew it has to be Arson. After the sound of an explosion are gunshots. The smell of fire catches my attention and I look over to see Tank has lit the cabin on fire, with me still tied to the bed. Tank hurries out the door and soon the thick smoke chokes me. My only thought is please find me in time before I burn to literal death. I hear more gun shots that are growing closer.

The smoke causes my lungs to burn as I cough. My vision becomes spotty and I know they're going to be too late.