Trevor

My vision was shades of red having just received a phone call that rocked my entire being. I don't know that I've ever been this livid and scared before in my life. Craig took my girl. Now he was going to die - that is if my brothers would stop restraining me.

"Axe! Calm the fuck down, son!" Rooster yelled

"Fucker fucking took her!" I raged, very eloquently

Getting the call from Serge had sent me into a panicked fury.

"You're not going to be any use to her if you don't calm down and stop trying to all 'Walker, Texas Ranger' on us." Buzz scolded

They were right, even in my furious state, I could accept that. What we needed to be doing was coming up with a plan on how to get my girl back - and fast. I pulled against Tank, who was restraining me on one side.

"I'm good," I mumbled and he let me go

"Alright, boys!" Rooster yelled to the rest of the garage, "Emergency Church meeting, 5 minutes!"

"Time to end this shit once and for all," Buzz said, patting my back on the way to his ride

That was for damn sure.

Once everyone was gathered at the clubhouse, everything happened quickly. Given that we were all Vets, it was pretty seamless to come up with a plan of attack. Manned with weapons from our arsenal, we rode toward the address that one of the other MC brothers, Seeker, had been able to acquire. I'd tipped the FBI agents off about what was going to go down, and while they'd warned me to stand down there was no chance in hell that was going to happen. I was going to get my old lady.

We pulled up outside of a large abandoned industrial complex - so fucking cliché - several miles outside of town. We parked our bikes a ways down the road and made our approach on foot before splitting into groups. Tank, Rooster, and I will hit the back while Buzz, Trigger, Knuckles, and Blaze hit the front. Seeker and Stache would wait by the only road - the only road in or out of this place - to keep a lookout and prep for our getaway. We had several more MC brothers waiting in the wings just down the road if we need backup.

We were near the door when Rooster stopped and turned to me, "No matter what we walk into, you need to keep your head on straight for your girl. You got me?"

"Yes sir," I said

We resumed formation, waiting for the signal from the guys at the front. Once we had it we kicked in the door and started to clear the first of several buildings. We cleared 3 of the 5 and found nothing. Once we reached the fourth building we heard a noise inside and I knew in my gut that this is where he was holding Lila. Hang in there darlin'. I'm here.

Delilah

Holy shit that hurt! Was my thought as Craig pulled his leg back to kick me again. I figured I had probably been in this nasty building for a few hours, but it felt like years. With every blow, I felt consciousness slip away more, with every hurled insult I felt myself curling in on myself more. I just had to hold out until Trevor found me. Just a little bit longer.

"What did you tell the Feds, you fucking whore?!" Craig yelled

Clearly, he'd been tipped off that the FBI had eyes on him and he was none too pleased. Goons 1 and 2 just stood by and watched as he took his rage out on me. I was grateful that at least he hadn't tried to rape me - yet. As Craig brought his boot down on my side I heard a crack and a whimper escaped my clenched jaw without my consent.

"Alright Wrecker," Goon 2 spoke up, "The bitch clearly doesn't know anything."

"Mind your fucking business Spade!" Craig roared

"What's the Pres. gonna say when he finds out you brought the Feds down on us." Goon 1 piped up

"The fuck you say to me Hands?" Craig turned his rage on the two other men

I was still terrified but at least his anger was temporarily pointed at someone else. I lay on the filthy floor staying as still as I could so as not to attract attention.

"Fuck you Wreck! You're the one who thought selling girls would be a good source of money. You're the one who fucked it up with this bitch and brought the Feds sniffing around. And you're the one who's going to pay for it once Raider finds out what you've done." The one he called Hands said with steely seriousness

"Couldn't just stop at guns and drugs - had to bring bitches into it too." Goon 2 AKA Spade mumbled

"Would you two morons shut the fuck up! I just need to get the information out of this slut and we're home free!" Craig growled

He turned and stalked quickly toward me, grabbing my hair and hauling me to my feet. I could barely stand, my vision was going blurry, and the room tilted unnaturally.

"I'll ask you one more time," Craig said spitting my face, "What. Did. Your. Whore. Mouth. Tell. The. Feds."

When I stayed silent and refused to meet his eyes, he chuckled evilly and threw me to the ground again.

"Maybe you are useless." He sneered down at me, "But you're good enough for one final fuck before I put you down like the bitch you are."

I closed my eyes tightly and prayed that Trevor would bust down the door and take me away from here. I could hear Craig unbuckle his belt, could hear the rasp of his fly. Then he was on top of me pulling at my grimy clothes. I could feel bile rising in my throat. I prayed to any and every god out there to help me, to stop this from happening to me again.

I squeezed my eyes tightly as his meaty hand made contact with the mound inside of my pants. I could feel his sour breath on my face as he panted.

Then suddenly I heard gunshots and a loud commotion coming from the door. I could feel my face light up into a smile knowing that I was going to be saved.

"Fucking slut." Craig spit on my face before slapping me hard.

That's the last thing I remember before finally giving in to the darkness and letting it take me away.