Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter Sixteen

I woke up in the back of a strange car. My eyes were a little blurry, but once they cleared, I saw a gun pointed at my face. The guy pointing it was the one I'd seen walk into the girls bathroom behind me at the bar, and he was also the one who had tasered me in the back after saying his boss wanted a word with me. It was just before I had the chance to scream.

“I don't know your boss,” I croaked and sat up slowly.

My mouth was dry, and the great buzz I had going on disappeared, leaving me with a very bad headache.

Though, that could also be from being freaking tasered.

“Yeah, well, he knows you, and when he wants something, he gets it.” The guys smiled, showing crooked teeth. If it wasn't for those, he would have been an okay-looking man. He had a buzz cut, leaving dark-coloured fluff, and his eyes were brown. He had a piercing in his lip, nose, and eyebrow, and seemed tall, slim, and young. It was dark in and out of the car.

His companion who was driving was totally different. He had long, dirty-blond hair; his build was larger, and he seemed shorter than Mr. Talker.

I wondered if by now my friends knew I'd been kidnapped. I hoped they weren't panicking too much. My next thought was why wasn't I panicking? I felt a bit stressed, only relieved at the same time, because at least no one would get hurt when I was delivered to David. He'd already done many bad things to me; it couldn't get worse. Right?

I gulped.

The car suddenly stopped. It was then I realized I should have been taking in my surroundings to know where I was in case of an escape. We'd pulled up outside of a huge house, one that I didn't recognize being anything David would buy. It was old, yet beautiful. David loved new and exquisite things. My door was opened, and Mr. Silent jutted his chin out and up.

I stumbled out, and Mr. Silent grabbed my arm, dragging me roughly forward and through the front door, down a hallway that took my breath away, and into a room that was a library. Books lined two walls from top to bottom. A large desk was in front of a huge bay window, where a man was standing in front of it looking out. He turned with an intense gaze.

Oh. My. God. Where do they make these people? He was yet another good-looking older man, probably in his early forties, with salt and pepper hair, grey eyes, and was wearing a suit. Though it was a firm fit, so I could tell he worked out a lot.

“Um, you're not David,” I said puzzled. What was I doing here, and who was this guy?

“I hope my men weren't too forceful in getting you here.”

“Do you call being tasered too forceful?” I asked with fake bravado, hands on my hips, and glaring at him. On the inside I was chanting I'm gonna die; I'm gonna die and I never got to have sex with Talon.

His fierce gaze turned to Mr. Silent and Talker. “I told you to ask her politely. Did you even do that? Doesn't matter; get out of my sight,” he snapped. “Please, Zara, have a seat, and I'm sorry for the way they treated you. It was not something I wanted.”

Skepticism ran through my mind; still, I took a seat opposite him as he sat behind a large wooden mahogany desk that held papers scattered everywhere. “You have a nice home,” I said. Why am I being polite to the guy? I cleared my throat. “Um, I mean, what am I doing here?”

“Thank you to the first.” He smiled. “And to the second, I have some questions, to which I am sure you will have the answers for.”

“Sorry, but I doubt that. I don't know you.” I looked down to my lap and adjusted my skirt.

“Pam, please come in,” he called.

I turned in time to see the door open, and my jaw dropped. In walked the Pamela Anderson-wannabe from swimming this morning.

“You have got to be shitting me,” I uttered. My eyes watched her as she walked over to...heck; I didn't even know the guy’s name, and stood beside him smiling smugly.

“I can see that you recognize my girlfriend, Pam Knowles.”

I snorted. I couldn't help it, and said, “Seriously, buddy, you need to find a new girlfriend.”

He glared at me. “So what happened this morning was true? You verbally insulted and harmed Pam in front of my child.”

I gasped.

“You see, Zara, I do not take kindly to this type of behavior in front of my child, and I do not appreciate having my girlfriend mentally and physically hurt.”

I slapped my hands on the desk and stood yelling, “Say what now? Look, buddy, I don't know who you are, and you seem like a nice sort-of-guy, but I can tell you now, I never did anything to your Pamela Anderson-wannabe.”

“She's lying,” Pam spat.

“Oh my frigging God. Are you really trying this on?” I glared and turned to her fella, offered an eye roll and added, “Buddy—”

“Travis Stewart,” he supplied.

I sighed deeply. “Travis, I didn't even see a child with her. I only approached her because she was, and I'm sorry to tell you this, hitting on my man in front of his child. My man’s son found me sitting down and he looked worried by it, so I got up to get rid of her. I may have called her a dog in heat, but other than that, I never did or said anything that was not appropriate.” I raised my hands in the air and let them fall. “This is why I was tasered and brought here? Jesus, how bad is my luck right now? You know what? I really don't need this. I have enough going on.” I flopped back in the chair.


“I'm sorry, Zara—”

“What are you apologizing to her for?” Pam snapped.

Travis glared up at her. “Clearly, she is having a hard time in life at the present time.” He stood to gaze down at her; she took a step back. “Tell me, Pam, is it true what you have told me, or is what Zara was saying true?”

“Travy, it wasn't like that; she's lying.”

We all turned to the door when we heard a commotion outside of it. The door flew open, and in it stood Violet holding out her gun, pointing it inside the room.

“Travis?” She looked as though she knew him. She relaxed her form and stepped further in.

I looked from Vi to Travis, and then back. Wait a cotton pickin' minute. “That's your Travis?” I gasped. I turned back to Travis and appraised him in a new light.

“Violet. What are you doing here?” He was clearly shocked.

Vi shook her head and placed her gun away. Hang on, should she really be carrying a gun? Because when I left, she was well on her way to being drunk. And where in the heck was Talon?

“I came for Zara.” She walked over to stand beside me.

“Where are my men?”

Vi shrugged. “Unconscious. Travis, what's going on here? Why kidnap Zara?”

“Pam here told me Zara abused her in front of my child. I couldn't stand for that; I needed to have a word with her.”

Vi scoffed. “Zara wouldn't hurt a fly.” She jerked her head sideways to Pam. “She's lying.”

“I am not,” Pam screeched.

“Oh, just give up,” I said to her, then to Travis, “Ask my man; he'll tell you.”

“Travis,” Vi said, catching his attention. “You really should have went about this in a different way.”

“Why?”

“She's Hawks property.”

“F*ck,” he hissed. “Whose?”

“Talon Marcus.”

“Christ.” He turned to Pam; just from his look, I would have been scared as well. She was taking step after step away from him. “Get the f*ck out of my house. You lied, and now I have this shit to fix; you're f*ckin' lucky I don't kill you. You stupid bitch, in front of my baby; you whored yourself in front of her?” He ran a hand through his hair. “Leave. Now.”

She ran from the room.

“Christ. F*ck!” Travis said as he paced the room, only to stop behind the desk again. “I am truly sorry for this, Zara.” He looked to Violet. “When will I be hearing from Talon?”

“Not sure. He doesn't know yet.”

Scoffing I asked, “How'd you pull that off?”

“I told the guys I'd be able to get you back before he found out. It was just lucky I saw those idiots leaving with you over one’s shoulder. I followed and rang Griz on the way. He freaked; I told him I'd have you back soon, so we better get going.”

“Wow, you’re like a super-agent.” I grinned.

“Yes.” I watched Travis smiled appreciatively, his gaze wandering up and down Vi's body. He turned back to me. “Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Again, I am sorry for the way my men treated you, and for this...terrible misunderstanding. I'm sure I'll be hearing from Talon soon.”

“Don’t worry too much; it wasn't so bad, and I'll let Talon know that. I'm just thankful you know what a...nasty person your girlfriend is now. No one needs that around their child.”

“That's true. You sound like you speak from experience.”

I smiled. “I have a six-year-old daughter. It was just lucky enough I got away from my nasty before it could touch her.”

“Zara, we better go,” Vi said.

“Maybe one day, when we have more time, you could explain further on that topic?”

I cocked my head to the side. “You know what, maybe one day I will. And I'm sure Violet would love to come along as well.”

He smirked, knowing full well that I knew about their past. “That would be wonderful. Coffee with two beautiful women.”

“Alrighty, I'll be in touch; it was nice to meet you, Travis, and I'm glad it was you who kidnapped me.” I smiled brightly and walked to the door with Violet following as she laughed.

Travis cleared his throat and said, “I had heard Talon had claimed an old lady. Now I can see why he has done it so quickly. I look forward to seeing you both soon. Please remember that if there is anything you need, call upon me.”

“You may regret that,” I said.

He chuckled.

We got outside to a vehicle that wasn't familiar to me. I looked at Violet, who was staring back smiling. “Whose is this?” It certainly was a beauty.

We both got in before she answered, “Not sure. I had to find something quick to follow. But at least I'll be dropping it back, and hopefully, whoever this baby belongs to, they will be none the wiser.” We both giggled.

What a frigging night.

Arriving back at the pub I could already see Griz, Pick, Deanna, Julian, and Blue standing outside waiting for us. As soon as we pulled up, my door was flung open, and I was pulled from the car by Blue, who examined my body for any signs of injury. Well, that was what I guessed he was doing when he ran his hands over me.

Deanna shoved him out of the way saying, “You can cop a feel later. Bitch, what the f*ck?” She grabbed me into a tight hug; a second later Julian joined in.

“Guys, it’s all okay. It was all a misunderstanding. Travis didn't know his men were going to taser me—”

“You were f*ckin' tasered?” Griz roared.

“Holy Mother Mary.” Julian gasped; tears welled in his eyes.

“Asses. I'd like to have a chance at tasering them back,” Deanna said with an evil look in her eyes as she rubbed her hands together.

“Shit, we need to tell Talon,” Pick whispered. He looked worried.

“Don't worry, Pick. I'll explain it calmly and sweetly, and things will be fine,” I reassured him.

Well, that's what I thought would have happened. I didn't expect what did.