Read Break Maiden (Chrome Horsemen MC Book 3) Online

Authors: Carmen Faye

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Break Maiden (Chrome Horsemen MC Book 3) (6 page)

 

"I'm more than interested. Turn on the light and tell me what we've been thinking is all wrong, because my head knows it is, but doesn't know why."

 

Cole went over by the desk, "Well, as near as we have it figured so far, something scared her so much about Lou being involved that she decided to enact a plan of her own. She didn't tell me, well, because I would have stopped her, of course. I don't know what the plan was, but it failed."

 

Max interrupted, "Nicole has been working with me for years learning investing and the stock market. She had a little over a million in her portfolio. She tried to buy her way out with Gabriel yesterday at about eleven o'clock, it looks like. Not sure where she got the idea to do that, but she thought it would end your war. She had the transfer ready, but probably didn't know that she could have done it right there over the Internet.

 

"She must have thought she had to go there to transfer to his computer. Anyway, it looks like they haggled down to seven hundred and fifty thousand, but after accepting, the transfer was never made. I believe that this Gabriel fellow was just trying to get her to the house. Once there, he captured her, shot her up with heroin, and began his torture."

 

"Oh shit," Big Jim breathed, "And you saw her at the house?"

 

Max nodded his head in confirmation and added, "And it doesn't look like they are going to move her."

 

Cole turned to Max, "You suggested you have a way past Lou's guards?"

 

"You're sure they are Lou's, Lou Donadio?" Max asked, pulling out his cell phone.

 

Cole lifted an eyebrow, "Yes."

 

Max dialed a number. Waited. "Lou? This is Max." After a pause, Max said, "You, too, Lou. I'm calling in a marker."

 

Cole traded glances with Jim, Rat and Brian, who were as stone-shocked as he was.

 

"Lou, here's the thing. You have some men at a house for a guy named Gabriel and I need to get into that house for less than fifteen minutes and then your men can come back in if you still want them to. I'm betting you won't." Max said then listened to Lou's reply. "Well, because Nicole tried to buy her way out…What was that Lou? Yes, Lou, your Nicole. This Gabriel fellow, he took her deal, but then went back on it, threw her in a room, and is ODing her on heroin right now. So we're getting ready…."

 

Max suddenly moved his phone from his ear, and Cole could hear barks, and squawks, and caught a few curse words, as well. Once that was finished, Max continued, "So I can expect your help then?" Then Max looked around, saying "Hold on," then to the gathered group, "Any of you object to Lou coming with us?"

 

They looked at each other and focused on Jim who said, "I don't mind. I'm coming, as well. I think this is Cole's call, however."

 

"I'm good. I just want her out now." Cole clarified.

 

"Looks like you are in, Lou, but make it here in less than thirty. Good. See you soon."

 

After Max hung up his cellphone, Cole looked to him, "Mind if I ask how you know Lou so well?"

 

Cathy, Max's assistant, answered, "Lou runs the docks. Max owns them and much of the real estate around them. The private areas, at least."

 

Rat sounded a long, low, impressed whistle.

 

Lou was there in twenty minutes, coming in with a driver behind the wheel of a black and chrome Lincoln Continental. As soon as Cole verified that it was Lou in the back seat, he gunned his engine and headed for the street with Brian, Rat, and Jim behind him. Max's limo and then the Lincoln fell into the fast moving convoy.

 

 

CHAPTER NINE

 

Her mind felt like it was full of cotton candy made of lead. She could grasp where she was and what was happening to her. She understood that the drug was doing this to her, but couldn't fight past the effects.

 

The door opened and another man entered. She was aware of this part, too. Like her mind, she had little control over her body, as well. The man got in the bed, just like the others. It would be over soon enough. She reached for Cole again and again, trying to find her connection to him.

 

It didn't matter what these other men were doing. She just needed Cole to know that she loved him and always would, and that she was sorry. She pushed and stretched, and reached as hard as she could through the leaden cotton candy, searching for him. When she felt him, she felt a jarring, mind-clearing wrath and a rush of night wind that was nearly harsh enough to clear away the fog in her mind.

 

Her eyes cleared enough to see the man on top of her, "He's coming now and he's going to kill you," she snarled. Her voice was cold, and held all the wrath she was feeling from Cole.

 

The man jumped back, off her, "Fucking crazy bitch!"

 

"Run, but it won't matter," she said, but after that, the heroin flooded her mind again. Her eyes filled with darkness and Cole was lost to her. Then the tears came.

 

***

 

Gabriel sat in his office chair, looking out the open windows at the early night sky, feeling better than he felt in weeks. That stupid bitch Nicole was exactly where she belonged. The Horsemen were put in their place and business was up and running. Well, almost all of his business. There were still a few houses that needed repairs from the raids, but that was minor.

 

After he was done with Nicole, he would show her off to the other call girls to let them know what happens when you decide to leave. The only thing that bothered him was where the hell did Nicole get the money. Three quarters of a million dollars was a helluva lot of money.
How the fuck did she pull that?

 

At first he assumed she was lying about this and had some stupid little whore idea of trying to shoot him when she got here; that it was just a ruse. But after he put her down, he opened her laptop and there, on the screen, was her account information and the waiting transfer. He tried to finish the transfer, but the time limit had passed and the account was locked, asking for the password again.

 

"Where the fuck?" Gabriel mused and wondered if the rest of these fucking call girls had that kind of money, as well.

 

If they did, they certainly had the resources to leave him and though he would like to believe he could find them with a million at hand, they could run far and fast. He needed security against this possibility. He worked too hard getting these girls promoted and their calendars filled. They couldn't just go whenever they pleased!

 

The cellphone of the guard at his office door rang and the guard stepped away, down the walk, to answer it. Gabriel really liked these enforcers of Lou's. They were quiet, well dressed, polite, and very impressive. Most of them were very good looking, as well. He decided he would like at least five of them as a personal guard.

 

Lou, of course, that fucking wrinkled up spic, was going to attempt a take over as soon as the month was over, but that wasn't going to happen. He could deal with Lou. Gabriel noticed the guard look over his shoulder at him and then nod his head, agreeing to whoever was on the phone. Then the guard was coming back to the office, still on the phone. Instead of stopping at the door, however, he continued up to Gabriel's desk and then offered the cellphone to him, "Boss wants to talk with you."

 

"Boss? Your boss? That's me for another month," Gabriel reminded him, but he took the phone. "Who is this?"

 

"Hello, Gabriel," Lou said.

 

Gabriel watched the guard talk into the ear radio, giving commands. "Lou? What can I do for you?"

 

"Oh, don't worry about that, Gabriel; that will all be done for you. You don't have to worry about a thing. What I'm calling about is my good, very dear to me, friend Nicole who I've just learned made a deal with you that you reneged on."

 

"What? What are you talking about?" Gabriel squawked.

 

"Not only did you fail to do your end, but you have her locked up, drugged up, and being raped. I have to tell you, Gabriel, that takes balls. Big fucking balls to do that to one of my friends," Lou continued.

 

"You can't be serious," Gabriel said, "She's a fucking whore and she's my whore. You can't tell me what to do with my own whores!"

 

Five of the guards came into the office, walking straight for him. They weren't stopping. Their purpose was so clear it cut through Gabriel's confusion and he went for the gun in his desk. The closest guard pulled his weapon with practiced grace and blew a hole into the desktop, making Gabriel jump back. He screamed and threw the phone at the man, bouncing it off his chest and then they were on him, holding him down. He struggled and screamed, and kicked while they handcuffed him and then hauled him to his knees, holding his head up by his hair.

 

A guard put the phone back to his ear. "Lou! All right! How much? How much?"

 

"You piece of fucking filth," Lou's voice said, "There is no amount. None. You do this to my friend, Nicole, and expect to pay for it? No! You're fucking dead! Because if that Cole fellow doesn't kill you on sight, I'm going to spend from now until tomorrow morning killing you with more pain than the gods could stand! Good-bye, you fucking piece of shit!" The connection broke.

 

Stunned, Gabriel looked at the men and screamed, "No! Lou! She's just a fucking whore!"

 

Dragging him by his cuffed arms, they took him out of his office and then down the elevator to the lobby of the house. He struggled and thrashed wildly, trying to escape and didn't stop until he was completely exhausted, and put on his knees in the lobby by the front door.

Firefights broke out throughout the house. Gabriel assumed that it was his own men either attempting to help him or attempting to escape, themselves. The volleys were short, though, and the silence after each of them, telling.

 

He searched frantically for an answer, a means of escape. This was wrong, all wrong. This couldn't happen to him. Not over a fucking whore.

 

Then the thunder of Harley engines came down the drive.

 

 

CHAPTER TEN

 

Cole and the Horsemen rode through the open gate heedless of the guards around them who made no attempts to get in their way. The four of them came up to the front door, dismounted, and drew their weapons with deftness and purpose. Once through the door, Cole saw three of the suited guards ahead of him with a man kneeling and cuffed between them. "Is that Gabriel?" he asked as he approached the suits.

 

"Yes," one of the guards replied.

 

Cole shot Gabriel in the head, the bullet velocity pulling the corpse from the guard’s hands who simply let Gabriel fall and crumble.

 

"Where is Nicole?" Cole asked the suit without giving Gabriel another thought.

 

"Second floor, pink door," the guard answered calmly, un-phased by Cole's actions. "I'll radio ahead so they know you are coming. We're trying to find her some clothing."

 

"Thank you," Cole nodded and holstered his gun. The other bikers did the same and followed him as he ran up the stairs and down the walk toward the pink door.

Two guards were outside and made no motion to hinder his approach as he went by and into the room. Inside, he found two more attempting to get Nicole into a long t-shirt. Cole moved forward, brushed the guards aside, fixed the shirt, and swooped her up into his arms, turned with her and headed for the doors. "Can you hear me, Nicole?" he asked. "Stay with me, baby. We're going for the hospital."

 

"Cole? Cole? He hurt me, Cole."

 

"I know, baby, but he'll never do it again. I promise you."

 

As he came down the stairs with Nicole in his arms with Jim, Rat, and Brian at his back, he heard a voice with an Italian accent saying, "Just fucking shot him, eh? I like that. No words, nothing. Just bang. Maybe he's all right for my Nicole, after all. Yeah, just maybe."

 

When he came into the lobby, there was Lou whose smile shattered when he saw Nicole. "Ah, Jesus Christ, no," and the depth of his sadness was moving, even to Cole's ears. Lou shifted his eyes to Cole and said, "The doctors are waiting for you, Cole. Max's limo will be the fastest. I can have one of my guys get your bike back to the bar."

 

"Fine," Cole said, "Keys are in the bike. Give them to the bartender." He brushed passed the mobster and out of the house, his long legs cutting across the walk to the waiting limo.

 

***

 

The doctors were waiting, not just nurses or staff, but the actual doctors were waiting by the door when Cole carried her into the hospital. They guided him to lay her on a gurney and then swept her away into the emergency treatment area. One of the nursing staff came to him, asking him to let them do their job.

 

"What can they do?" Cole asked.

 

"They'll most likely begin with giving her naloxone, which is very effective in countering heroin and other opiates, but first, they may take the time to ensure that's all she has in her system. We were told that this was done
to her
, not something she accidentally did herself. Do you know if she uses any other drugs? Does she party at all?"

 

"She drinks and I know of at least once time she did crystal, but very rarely. Drinks beer, mostly. Some shots, but never more than five."

 

"How long has she been like this?"

 

"Ah, a little longer than I day? I would guess? But I don't know the doses or how many," Cole admitted.

 

"That's fine. Please wait in the visitor room and I’ll be back out to tell you any changes or news. All right? I've been dedicated to her treatment, so I'll be able to pass you news as it happens."

 

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