– Harley –
“Just a little longer Harlz,” Shelby says while watching one of the boys finish my tattoo, “I’m so fucking hungry” I mumble to myself i open my eyes and look around the room until i spot a bowl of lollies, “Ooooh gimmie,” I say pointing at the bowl. Shelby gets up and grabs the bowl before sitting down next to me, i dig around and pick out the ones i want, “Annnnd were done” Machete says as he wipes down my new tattoo. I was asking around the club about where to get my club tattoo done, Jax has never forced me to get it but had told me that most old ladies get it done, some get small ones and some get a large one.
Well, I’m just a sucker for pain and chose to get a giant ass one, Gunner told me that Machete does all of the clubs tattoos, he’s a nomad so he comes and goes as he pleases but still belongs to the charter. “How much do i owe ya?” I ask sitting up from the table, he shakes his head and waves his hand, “Nothing for the prez’s old lady, he would kill me if he found out” I scoff and roll my eyes as we walk out of the room, i turn around and shove whatever cash i have with me in the till just as Machete walks out of the room.
He looks at the till and then to me, he opens his mouth to speak but Shelby and I are out the door yelling out our goodbyes and thank yous. “How do you think he will react?” Shelby asks as we make our way to the SUV. “Well he better fucking like it or I’ll skin him alive,” I say getting into the car, the car ride back is short. Shelby and i get out of the car and head inside.
As we walk over to the boys Shelby’s thrown over Gunner’s shoulder like a ragdoll and dragged upstares. Jax attempted to ignore me but seem pretty damn interested when i said i had a surprise from him, poor idiot probably thinks it’s lingerie or sex. We get up to the room and i lock the door, i order him to close his eyes while i get undressed and unwrap the tattoo, once it’s unwrapped i move and stand infront of him.
“Open your eyes,” I say softly, he slowly removes his hands from his eyes, as his jaw hits the floor, this never gets old. He snaps out of it when he sees the raised skin along the side of my body, he stands up not saying a thing and slowly makes his way towards me, he crouches down near my thigh and traces my skin softly looking over every detail and fine line. He slowly makes his way up my body still looking over every detail, once he gets to my ribs a stupid smirk appears on his face as he reads ‘Property of Killer, President’ in big letters.
I grab his hand and bring it to just under my collarbone on the left-hand side, he slowly looks up to where i moved his fingers too, a smile replacing the smirk that once sat there, his finger traces the heartbeat tattoo next to his name and i blink back the tears that threaten to escape, what comes out of his mouth knocks the wind out of my lungs, “Marry me?”.
Surprise is apparent on his face just as much as mine, i burst out laughing at first, “Good joke” I say wiping away tears, he stood up infront of me and cupped my face looking down at me, “I mean it, Harley, i know it’s not the right way to ask you but fuck me kitten, i don’t want anyone else busting my balls every single day, i don’t want anyone else to sit next to me at the head of that table, I don’t want anyone else by my side for the rest of my life. I don’t have a ring or whatever but we can go looking together, i just want you. Marry me Harley” He says still staring down at me, my brains a puddle of mash potato right now.
I stare up at him confused and shocked, i never expected nor wanted to get married. Not after the pathetic excuse of a marriage my parents had, I found it pointless, but something about Jax makes me want to try it. My brains at war with my heart…
“Yes,” I say still looking up at him, his eyes widen and he looks at me like i grew an extra head, his grip on my face tightens slightly, “Yes?” He questions like he didn’t understand me the first time, “Yes,” I say laughing at his reaction, he smashes his lips down onto mine biting and dragging my lower lip out before sliding his tongue in. He pulls back and places our foreheads against each other, “I’m going to buy you the biggest fucking diamond” He says causing both of us to laugh.
“Is that our baby’s?” He asks softly pointing to the heartbeat, i try to speak but nothing comes out so i just nod as a lone tear rolls down my face, “God i love you so much Harley,” He says plating a soft kiss on my lips, “I love you too Jax”.
i get dressed and we head downstairs, Jax happily informs every one of our engagement minus the ring, all of the men congratulated us and Shelby cried like a bitch, she’s so cute. Turns out Jax had asked dad for his permission a month or so ago, he was just waiting for the right time. “We will celebrate tomorrow night, tonight we’ve got shit to do. Get your heads in the game men. We ride in 20” Jax yells throughout the club.
Everyone makes their way outside to say goodbye, “It’s only a few hours kitten” Jax hums into my ear, “Just get your ass back here in one piece, so i can thank you fiance” I say kissing his neck and jaw, we watch as they ride off in different directions, i turn around and scan over the people left here, some rotters, some men, Shelby, Betty, Isabella and I.
We make our way back into the clubhouse as i head my way behind the bar, i grab a glass down from the shelves and pour myself a whiskey shotting it back, i pour another one and do the same before lighting a cigarette. “What’s wrong Harley?” Betty asks from a distance while holding Isabella, “Something just doesn’t seem right” I mumble to myself, i lean my elbows against the bar and rub my hands through my hair letting out a loud sigh.
“I’m sure it’s just my anxiety, I’ll smoke a joint or something,” I say with a small laugh, Shelby and Betty look at one another before looking back at me, “He will be fine Harlz, Jax is a tough cookie,” Shelby says patting me on my back, seconds later the sounds of tires screaming and gunfire ring throughout the compound, i jump over the bar dragging Shelby with me, i lead Betty, Isabella and Shelby down to the basement.
“Stay in here, don’t open the door for anyone” I begin pulling out 2 pistols from my back pockets and handing them one each, “Shoot whoever you don’t recognise, i don’t care if you hit our men, Jax can deal with me okay? Make sure the safety is off before trying to shoot, I’ll be back” They both shakily nod as i turn around and shut the door behind me. I run up the steps taking 2 at a time before jumping back over the bar, the ringing sound of bullets still fill the air as the men scramble outside.
I grab the pump shotgun from under the bar and make sure it’s loaded before patting myself down to make sure my pocket knife is in my bra, perfect. I storm towards the front doors kicking them open, I shoot a warning round into the air before pumping it to discard the shells.
“YOU’VE GOT THE RIGHT BITCH TO PUT YOU IN THE WRONG PLACE” I call out over the yard as i aim the gun at the intruders, body after body fall, none of my men so far. I make my way around the side of the house looking for any stragglers left behind, i turn the corner and a sharp pain enters my neck, i can hear a voice but my hearing makes everything sound slurred and slowed down. My legs begin to give out from underneath me so i lean on a wall to stop myself from falling.
My vision is filled with black dots and everything begins to blur together, the only thing i can see is the dark outline of a body, my eyelids fall shut and all i can do is hope they haven’t found the others.
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The sound of chains linking together pulls me out of my subconscious state, my neck, shoulders and arms are fucking aching, i try to pry open my eyes but the thumping in my head is making it almost impossible. I take a few deep breaths in through my nose, the smell of both old and new blood fill my sense’s, the smell of death evident as well. I slowly open my eyes and look up, both of my wrists are handcuffed to a long metal chain hanging from the roof, i look down my body and see im still fully clothed, thank god.
The door slams open causing me to look up, a dark figure appears in the doorway before making its way to me. I watch it carefully as it took slow steps almost as if they were building up the anticipation, the figure soon comes into full focus and i tilt my head to the side, why does he look awfully familiar?
“Harley, beautiful Harley. I do hope you’re enjoying your stay here” The mysterious man says, “Look, i don’t know who you are but i think you’ve got the wrong chick” I say laughing, he swings his arm back before punching it forward, his fist connects with my jaw and i know straight away it’s broken, the blood begins to pool in my mouth as he walks closer to me. “See, i know i don’t. Harley Rose Blackwell, missing for years, abusive home etcetera. Ran off with the Mexican cartel and came back to kill my father and his men” His voice growling out the last part.
He walks closer to me and i spit the blood i had been collecting in my mouth at his face, i burst out laughing as the rest of the blood drips down my chin and chest. “Oh my god, you’re his kid! Hahaha, full circle huh?” I say swinging back and forth from the chains, he begins to walk closer to me again, he wipes his face clean of blood and begins punching my stomach and ribs.
“S-s-stop i-it, t-that t-tickles” I manage to speak through broken laughs only angering him more, he begins punching harder but still having little to no effect from me. “Fucking hell my old man hits me harder during sex” I laugh again. I feel another small pinch to my neck and start to lose consciousness again, he moves his lips to next to my ear and speaks slowly, “You’re time is coming to a close princess, not even your boy toy will be able to save you. I’m going to make this hurt”.
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9 days, its been 9 days since I’ve been held here, 9 days since I’ve seen Jax, 9 days since I’ve seen the sunlight, 9 days since I’ve breathed fresh air, 9 days of hearing other girls screaming all day and night.
The only way i can keep up with how long I’ve been gone is that i get a different guard every day, and a small meal, enough to keep me alive. The beatings are weak, I’m not entirely sure they understand the idea of torture but all the best to them. I’ve been studying them, finding their weaknesses, idiots haven’t even found my pocket knife. I don’t know if anyone’s coming to get me, i don’t know if they will ever find me I’m close to losing hope. I’m getting weaker by the day, I need to get out and it needs to be soon, but if no one’s coming to get me I’ll do it myself or die trying.