BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) (21 page)

Tears streamed down my face as I stared in shock.  

“Oh, my god!  Evie!”  The women weren’t just chained, their mouths were covered with duct tape, and their eyes were filled with fear.  Their naked bodies were all covered in dirt and bruises. It was then that I noticed their hair.  Or, the lack of it.  Their heads had been shaved.

I looked around the room quickly as I stepped out of the bag he had tied me up in.  There was nothing in the room but the three women and the chains and locks that bound them.  

I raced over to Evie and gently removed the tape from her mouth.

“Diana!” she said, her voice full of fear and relief.  “Get us out of here!”

“I don’t know how!” I whispered through my tears.  “Are you okay?”

“He’s fucking crazy.  He’s going to kill us all!  He’s insane, Diana, I can’t believe he hasn’t killed us yet.  He kept saying he was waiting for the right time!  You have to get us the fuck out of here!”

“Tell me how!” I said, my voice full of desperation.  “Where the fuck are we?”

“I don’t know!”  Her eyes were frantic.  “His house I guess. He comes down here with those fucking snakes, talking all that bullshit, never making any sense, and then he just leaves us here.  There’s got to be a way out!”

I ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked tightly.

“Fuck!”  I ran back to the other women and pulled the tape off of their mouths, too.  

“How the fuck do we get out of here?” I asked. There were no windows, nothing at all to use to break them out of the chains, nothing.

“We’re fucking dead,” one of the women said.  I looked at her, her dark eyes full of dread and doom. 

“Don’t say that! I’ll figure something out,” I replied, completely at a loss.  “Maybe someone will save us.”

“No, they won’t!  We’ve been here forever!  You’re our only hope, Diana!”

My heart sank.  If I was our only hope, then we didn’t have much hope at all.  

“I’m so glad you’re alive,” I said to Evie, through the tears streaming down my face.

“I won’t be for long, if we don’t figure something out - and neither will you!” she said.  “I’ve been here long enough, there’s no time for tears.  Hurry up!”

I tried to shake it off, to clear my mind, but all I could see was Slade’s eyes in my head, the way he looked at me in the woods when he thought something had happened.  Surely, he was beside himself with fear by now.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and the lock slid open.  I froze, and the door slowly opened as he stepped inside. My eyes traveled up from his feet, to the gun pointing straight at me, to his face. I gasped in surprise.

“Wyatt!” I whispered, my head clouded in confusion and disbelief.

“Hello, Diana,” he replied calmly, his eyes filled with so much evil that my blood ran cold.

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He couldn’t get over Diana’s beauty.  

Too bad she’s such a sinner
, he thought. Her, and her stupid sister.  

He chained her up right next to Evie, the gun pointing straight at her head. 

When he was finished, he stood looking down at the four of them with nothing but love in his heart.  

He would save them.  

He would save all of them.

As soon as they found it in their own hearts to repent, if only they would believe him when he told them about how powerful they could be together.

“First you must repent,” he said to Diana, as he removed her shoes, and then began cutting her clothes off.  She recoiled in disgust as he touched her, but he didn’t pause.  

“Then, when you believe, you too can dance with the serpents, darling.”

“Wyatt, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked him, tears running down her pretty face.  “Let me go right now!”

“Call me Jasper,” he said, as he ripped a piece of duct tape from the roll and slowly, firmly placed it over her mouth. She moaned and writhed around, but her restraints kept her in place perfectly.

She is just so pretty
, he thought.

He took the gun and the duct tape and walked out.  He left them there alone again, naked, chained up, their mouths taped shut, while he went to get the water.

When he returned, he avoided their eyes and set to work.  They were so dirty.  The first thing to do was to clean them.  

Soapy water sloshed out of the bucket as he carried it over to them.  He sat down at Diana’s now naked feet, put the gun down on the floor, and pulled a sponge out of the water, ringing it out.  

He would wash her first, not because she wasn’t dirty like the other three who had been in the basement for a while, but because she was the dirtiest.

He had seen what she had done with that biker, in her condo, and in the forest.  She was filthy with the sins of lust.

“I’m very sorry about the owl,” he said, looking at up at her sincerely.  Her eyes were wide and full of terror.  Poor thing. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.  I hope he’s okay?”

“I know, I know.  You don’t understand.  Of course you don’t.  Why would you?”  He pulled her foot towards him, and she kicked him away.  He picked up the gun he had laid down, pointed it at her, and grabbed her foot again.  

She grew still and he put the gun down again.  He began washing her foot with the sponge as he started talking to her.  If he could explain to her, get her to understand, then everything would be okay.

“I’ll try to explain.  You see Diana, the signs will follow those who believe.  If you believe, with all your soul, you will be shown the way.  But to believe, you must follow.  Every word.  Every word of the scripture is to be taken literally.  The biggest proof is in Mark 16: 17 and 18.   Do you know what it says, Diana?”

She didn’t move.  

“Probably not, but that’s okay.  The King James version of the Bible says in Mark 16:17, ‘And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues.”

“In Mark 16:18, it says, ‘They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.”

“Do you know what that means, Diana?”

“No?” he said, pointing to Evie. “She didn’t either.”

“That’s okay.  That’s why you are so blessed to have me, to have me in your life.  We were meant to be, don’t you see, Diana?  See, I’m not Wyatt Williams.  Well, I am, but I’m also Jasper Coots, Jr.  My father, Jasper Coots, Sr., taught me everything I know about the good book.  He was amazing, Diana,” he said, pausing from washing her feet momentarily as he looked up at a memory formed long ago.  He shook his head and smiled, and then picked her foot up again.  “I wish you could have met him!”

“Anyway, my father died.  In the noblest way possible.  With dignity and grace, doing what he loved.”  He put her foot down, picked up the other one, and began washing it. “But my mother…well, she wasn’t so amazing.  She was strict.  And the worst of all?  She didn’t believe, Diana.  And because she didn’t believe, God showed her no signs at all.  After my father died, she tried to force me down another path.  But my father had already instilled everything I needed to know, to believe, deep in my heart.”

His eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips.  He shook away the memory.

“She died,” he said simply.

“But here I am.  Alive.  A believer!  And now, I’m going to save all of you.  I’ve been watching you, all four of you.  Well, I’ve only been watching Evie since you introduced her to me, but she was the worst of all of you!  Working at that titty bar!  That place just drips with sin.  But now you’ve outdone her, haven’t you, Diana?  Taking up with that scoundrel, that disgusting dirty rat of a gangster you’ve been fucking!  How could you, Diana?”

He shook his head, his eyes full of disappointment.  

He finished washing her feet, holding them up to admire his work.

“Oh, yes, that will do just fine,” he muttered to himself.

He grew quiet then, the room filled with only the sound of the slushing water and the heavy breathing of the women as he washed all of their feet.

When he was done, he stood and looked over them again.

“Very good.  That’s a good start,” he said.  He picked up the gun and the bucket, and turned and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

When he returned an hour later, he had a different bucket, the gun, and a wire clothes hanger that had been opened up and bent into a hook at the end.  

He set the bucket down in front of Diana, and the other women starting squirming and moaning violently.  Diana looked over at them, the fear in their eyes shooting right into her gut.

“Oh, ladies, come on, now.  If you were believers, you wouldn’t be so afraid,” Wyatt said, shaking his head, and putting the gun down on the floor.  He reached down and opened the bucket, and the sound of hissing and rattling filled the air.  He put the wire into the bucket, poking and prodding at the slithering serpent.  He used the hook to pull it out, and it stood straight up as he raised it from the bucket.  

He held it by one hand, raising it in the air, a live, rattling salute to his Lord and Savior.   Wyatt began moving around the room with the snake, his body performing a jerky dance that was half hopping, half skipping.  

And then he began speaking in tongues, the sounds falling from his lips in ecstasy as the snake danced in the air with him, moving towards him, and then away again as if they were engaged in some strange waltz of danger.

He moved towards Diana and the other women, the snake standing erect in front of him, growing seemingly more agitated as the dance wore on.  He knelt in front of Diana’s feet, bringing the snake within centimeters of her toes, and then pulling it back again.  Over and over, inching up her body slowly, bringing the snake closer and closer to her face until she was shaking in fear and begging him to stop with her eyes.  

A slow, evil smile spread across his face.

“Now do you believe?” he asked.

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I felt like a fool riding bitch on the back of Riot’s bike, but I didn’t really give a fuck.  I was in my room trying to cut the cast off of my stupid fucking arm when Riot found me, insisting I stop.

“There’s no time for that!  Grace got Wyatt’s address.  He lives in the West Hills of Portland.  Just get on the back of my bike, and let’s fucking go, dude.”

I couldn’t argue.  I would have ridden bitch on the back of a fucking pony to get to Diana.  

I grabbed my gun, put it in the pocket of my cut, and slid my knife into my boot.  When we walked outside, I was filled with hope, and pride, to see every one of the Gods of Chaos - Ryder, Doc, Zander and Thorn - getting on their bikes.