Free Taken: Rough Devils MC Book 1 (BWWM Motorcycle Club Romance) by Sasha Devine

me earlier,
insisting he needed to see me as soon as possible. What did he want to do? Did
he have a special, new sexual position in mind or something? Had he bought me a
bike?
     
    My
heart beat furiously as I raced to Charlie’s house, my excitement growing with
each passing second. I couldn’t imagine what was so urgent. Did he have a hard day
of riding around and needed to fuck?
     
    I
got to his house in record time and sprinted up the steps to the front door.
His house stood in the middle of the woods with a bunch of trees around. The
nearest building was a good four or five miles away so he was able to keep his
privacy.
     
    But
even though it was only a little cabin in the woods, I thought it was one of
the most beautiful places I’d ever been. It was quiet, calm, and peaceful.
There was a small lake in the backyard and a beautiful view of the sunset.
     
    The
cabin wasn’t some run down shack, either. It was two stories tall, with a TV,
kitchen, bedrooms, and game rooms. I had always dreamed of living in a place
like this. I loved living at the hideout, but this would be my dream home.
     
    I
knocked on the door and Charlie answered almost immediately.
     
    “Hey
babe, come on in. I want to ask you something.”
     
    He
took my by the hand and led me inside. He set me down on the couch and faced
me, hands on mine.
     
    “Honey,
this last month with you has been great,” he began. “But I think it’s time we
take it one step further.”
     
    My
heart leapt.
     
    “Lindsey,
will-”
     
    Just
then, the doorbell rang. Who could that be? Charlie’s place was out of the way
and only the gang knew he lived there. He’d given explicit instructions not to
be bothered unless it was an emergency.
     
    “I’ll
get it,” I offered, standing up and heading to the door.
     
    When
I opened the door, I found myself staring at darkness. There was nobody there.
I stepped out onto the porch looking around for a car or something. It was dark
out now, and the only light I had was the full moon, so I couldn’t see much of
anything. I turned around to go back into the house when I suddenly felt
someone grab me.
     
    I
managed to let out half a scream before the person covered my mouth with a big
hand and easily dragged me to the road, away from the house.
     
    “Hello,
girl. Remember me? I’m the guy you turned down at the bar. Like I told you, I’m not
used to being turned down, especially by girls like you. So since you won’t come
obediently, I’ll have to take you by force.”
     
    I
could hear Charlie calling my name from the house. I tried to scream, but the
man had me completely quiet. I couldn’t even get my mouth open.
     
    “Yes,
you can’t make a sound. But I promise before this night is over, you will have
worn out your voice screaming for me.”
     
    His
snarling voice made me want to puke. My captor started to drag me to the woods.
He smelled like dog shit. I was sure that unless his hand was there to keep my
mouth closed, I would have thrown up all over the place.
     
    I
tried to cool my thoughts. I was being kidnapped by a man. The same man who had
been a regular at the bar. He’d taken an interest in me for some reason and now
he wanted to fuck me. Oh god.
     
    “Someone
take her and put her in the car. Take her to the hideout!”
     
    There
were more of them?
     
    “Here
honey, this will help you sleep. Don’t worry, I prefer you awake. Nothing to fear… yet.”
     
    I
felt a sharp pain in my arm and realized I’d been injected with a sedative. Two
more pairs of hands grabbed me and half carried, half dragged my away. What
did Charlie want to tell me? That was my last thought before I passed out.
     
    I
had no idea how long I was out, but the next thing I knew, I was bound to a
chair in what looked like a basement. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I
noticed there were a bunch of tall, bulky men surrounding me.
     
    “W-where
am I?” I asked as things started to come into