The Biker's Rules novel Chapter 62

***POV - Melaena

The misty rain outside chills the already cold wind blowing through the broken glass of the tiny window a few more degrees. Covered in goosebumps I pull the tiny thin blanket tighter and move closer to Luke s small body, hoping to transfer more of my body heat over to him and vice versa. Kiara s eyes flick open by the movement, catching mine over the little man s head.

We just silently stare at each other, drained loopy eyes looking but not seeing. I know exactly what she s thinking, what she s uncomfortable with everything, but she keeps quiet. We ve ployed up a plan A, and just in case it flops miserably, schemed a plan B and C as backups. Kiara is not happy with the plan, and yes I know it s risky at best, but we both know it's the only way.

The tiny bean in my tummy seems to tap all my energy and I swear I m too tired to even close my eyes. I send up a mindless prayer, hoping that Damion will find us in time, and another one to protect my little blob and all of us until he does.

They came to take away my father just after cutting off his finger and by the excruciating burning screams that break the suffocating darkness every now and then, he s having a rough night. I m also worried about Jackson, wondering where they re keeping him and what s happening to him. The key turns in the lock again and Kiara s pupils grow bigger, making her eyes seem demonly black. We don t dare move, hopefully, the person will think we re all asleep and leave again, but no such luck. A hand grabs my arm and jerks me up hardhandedly, waking Luke.

"Hello, darling." I blink a few times, thinking that maybe I fell asleep and this is just a dream, but the look on Kiara s face tells me this is the painful reality.

"Ren?" The word rolls ghostly from my lips when I eventually close my dropped jaw and manage some control over my vocal cords.

"Actually it s Darren." He walks over to the window and then turns back to look at me. Anger slowly starts to push the initial shock aside and bubbles up inside me.

"Fuck you, bastard!"

"Oh, you will soon. We re just waiting for your irritating lover to arrive." The glint shining in his eyes predicts that whatever he planned is not anything even relatedly good – no it s bad.

"You re sick!" The disgust on Kiara s face is enough to send more than one demon to its death, but it s not even a fraction of what I m feeling towards my ex right now.

"I tried to win your heart the normal way, but you just had eyes for that piece of shit. Now he s going to suffer for breaking the number one rule – trying to take what s mine."

"You can t blame the girl, he s hot." A familiar woman s voice comes through the open door and then the owner of the voice walks in with a huge smile, holding her hands behind her back. Kiara is back to being a frozen statue with a large open mouth for a few seconds and then her lips move forming the name of our friend.

"Lucinda?" This time 'surprised doesn t even begin to describe what both me and Kiara are right now. Maybe combine super-surprised, or stunningly-flabbergasted to get superstunningly-flabberprised!

"Hi, girls." She leans her hip against an old broken dresser standing against the wall while her finger pulls a line through the layer of dust as if she s majorly bored.

"Enjoying the accommodation? See, this was my room long ago. That was before your dad fucked up our lives."

"You can chat with your little friends later, sister, I need to get things ready." Ren … or Darren glares at me with lustful eyes and a smile that would freeze an active volcano instantly.

"I ve been waiting for this a long time." His hand cups his junk and he shakes it suggestively while the smile grows even colder. Just thinking of him penetrating me pushes up the piece of pizza and I cover my mouth with my palm and swallow hard.

'Sniff pixie dust and soar

The chant runs through my head, Damion s Peter Pan shit, that for some reason, always comes to mind when I m in some kind of trouble. I must ask him about it if I make it out of here alive.

Okay, shock is over, now we need to get our plans in motion before it s too late.

"Leave her alone!" Luke jumps up and stands on the bed like a little superhero with his arms in his sides, chest pushed out, and chin up. Ship, these Grimm boys move fast, and they seem to like staring death in the eye, but before I can even try to pull him down, things happen with staggering speed.

First Lucinda swings her arm and slabs Luke from the bed, and he lands with a THUD and a groan on the floor. Then Darren pulls me unwillingly towards the door, while Kiara jolts up to get to the brave boy, protecting him with her arms from more blows. A silent conversation between our eyes and she whispers into Luke s ear.

Plan A is in motion, and even though her eyes tell me she s still not happy about it, she also knows it s the only way. The fucking Lucinda bitch laughs hard, her lips rolling over like a fucked-up horny orangutang. Sorry to all the apes for lowering them to that disgusting level and sorry for swearing like a pirate captain, but under given circumstances, I m sure I ll be forgiven.

Darren is holding onto my left arm, the broken or bashed up one and the pain only inflates the balloon of anger until it pops and all I see is red – blood red. My right arm flings out and a fist strikes Lucinda solidly with an uppercut on her jaw, throwing her off-balance and she lands against the dresser behind her. Who knew growing up with four wild brothers, learning to fight, would one day come in handy?

"Bitch!" She yells her eyes flickering surprise that turns into anger. Hell, that look is worth the painful knuckles, that s for sure.

"It s a hard job, but somebody has to do it!" I can hardly stop now, I have to keep the bravado up to give Kiara and Luke a minute to escape. I push my body into Darren to open a path to the door. Kiara grabs Luke s hand and they sprint through the opening down the hallway before Darren or Lucinda can do anything. Lucinda turns to face me with a scolding hate-filled face. Her pathetic attempt to slap me fails horribly when I catch her wrist and turn it until I see the pain on her face.

"Don t bark if you can t bite, shrew." Where is all this coming from? I m actually scared shitless that they ll do something to me that will hurt my baby, but I can also not allow them to hurt Luke. Plan A was for Kiara to escape with Luke before they can kill him or rape her – hoping that they ll manage to get to the forest.

Kiara will then hide Luke and try to save Jackson and my dad, who will then try to save me. Yeh, not the best plan, but it s all we have.

"Fuck, if this is not turning me on!" Darren growls out a deep laugh, his fingers tightening more painfully around my arm as he drags me out of the room not waiting for his angry sister to follow.

"Go get them back." If the look on her face is any indication, Lucinda is not happy about being ordered around by her brother, but she drags her feet down the hallway.

"What did Jackson do wrong?" Might as well get answers while we wait. I watch his eyes change into hate. Then he puts the glass down and takes off his shirt. For a moment I m thinking the worst, and I shoot up another prayer.

Then he turns around and I see the scars on his back. Old scars, but still very visible. No wonder I ve never seen Ren without his shirt the whole time we were dating. I always just thought he was shy.

"Your psychotic brother did this," he says.

"He was freaking something like 10!" I don t believe that a young boy would hurt someone that badly.

"So was I. And it doesn t matter, he still whipped me a good 20 times.

Movement at the door interrupts him and the guy that brought us the pizza drags in my father s body … or by the looks of it maybe his corps – it s a naked bloody raw mess of a human being. He throws it down against the pillar next to me and the old man groans painfully. Ok, so he s still alive for now.

'Sniff pixie dust and soar

"Did you find the boy?" Darren looks at the man that s openly staring at me as if he s going to eat me for lunch.

"Nope, but we will. Your father said you must start beating the crazy guy." He doesn t take his eyes from me, and I m sure some spit is running from the corner of his mouth, his hand is fiddling with his crotch. But it s his words that send chilling jolts down my spine. Jackson … they re going to hurt my brother. I start pulling at the ropes again, fighting the pain and exhaustion. I need to get out! Now!

"Nope, keep him hanging for a while. I ll first finish my business here." I let out my breath silently, thankful that Jackson gained some time and hopeful that it would be enough. Darren picks up his glass and goes back to his chair again. I look down at my father.

"Dad, dad are you okay?" I whisper softly, not wanting others to hear us. He opens his eyes slightly, but I can see that he s hurt pretty bad.

"Mel, forgive me, girl. I just … " he struggles to breathe, "wanted what s best …" Deep inside my gut tells me that this might be our last conversation ever.

"Dad, I forgive you." I m not sure if I truly mean it, but I know it s what he needs to hear right now. His eyes light up a little and he gives me a small smile. Then I lean over, as close as my tied-up body allows, and talk to him with a huffed voice, "Dad, I m pregnant. You re gonna be a grandfather soon. Hang on, okay?"

This time he manages a big smile on his bloody face and tears form in his eyes.

"I love you, Mel," he says and starts coughing, a thin trickle of blood now running from the corner of his mouth. Then he closes his eyes, his breathing an unnatural gurgling sound.