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Dominick
He woke strapped to a cold steel table. Everything was strapped down. He had straps around his calves, thighs and hips. Another wide strap over his chest and his arms were strapped down as well. When he tried to lift his head he found that a he couldn’t move it because a wide strap kept it in place. He could barely turn it to see where the hell he was.
And then he felt the cold air over his body and realised he was naked.
Fucking hell.
His breathing sped up as he started to panic. He hated being held down or restrained.
He smelt her before he saw her. The mad bitch who had killed his family and tried her best to warp him.
Chanel No 5 wafted around him, a scent he absolutely detested.
Memories hit him and he tried hard to lock them away but to no avail. They swarmed out of the dark corner where he had held them prisoner for fucking years.
He had been strapped down then as well. The difference was that he had woken up with a whore riding his dick and he couldn’t stop his body from reacting, couldn’t stop the orgasm that rushed out of his dick. Shaming him with his body’s reaction.
His first time had been rape. He had been raped while Winifred stood by and directed the entire sordid scene. According to her she wanted him to experience sex with a professional so he would be prepared for the little rich socialite girls she surrounded him with. He hated those high society girls, he had hated them then and he hated them now.
What he had hated more was what Winifred had the whore do to him. She took his consent and violated it. He was inexperienced and a teenager with a raging libido so it was easy for them to keep him hard and orgasming. There had been shame and rage attached to the sex they had forced on him. For years he had avoided having sex, too scared the rage he kept under tight control would slip as he climaxed. Because that’s what was in his head when he had sex, killing the bitch underneath him.
With Gideon’s help he had found a sex therapist to help him work through his problems and now it only surfaced when he was under high levels of stress.
Like right now.
Without being told he knew what was about to happen. Winifred was going to have him raped again and this time she was hoping for a child to come from the rape. Twisting his head to the side he frowned at the steel table with vials and shit and a microscope on it. What the fuck where they planning?
“Glad to see you’re awake, Dominick.” Winifred stroked her hand over his chest and lower over his abdomen. He shuddered with revulsion.
“Get your filthy old hands off me.” He snarled through clenched teeth.
She laughed. She fucking laughed and kept on stroking. And then she did the worst, she touched him. She fucking touched his dick. The revulsion was so intense he felt sure his dick would shrivel up and crawl back into his body.
“It’s such a pity I’m too old to bear your child, sweetheart. We would have made the perfect child together.” She murmured as she kept on touching him.
Thank fuck his dick stayed uninterested even as she stroked it.
Dear God. She was absolutely crazy. He cringed at her touch and forced himself to remain absolutely still and silent. She craved reaction from those she hurt, he would not give her that. With a sigh the old woman patted his lower abdomen and moved back towards his head, and down at him.
“If only you had done as I asked and taken one of the women I provided for you. Now look what I have to do. Regardless of what you think, I’m not enjoying this at all. It hurts me to see a strong dominant man humiliated like this but unfortunately this is now the only option left open for me. Maybe I should have either seduced you or taken your sperm when you were younger. By now I would have had strong children as my heirs.”
Dom couldn’t keep quiet even if he wanted to.
“I wouldn’t have fallen for your bullshit then either. I wasn’t attracted to you at all. Never have been, never will be. You’re my step-grandmother for fuck’s sake!” He burst out.
She gave a tinkling little laugh. “Only on paper, dear, only on paper. And by now you have to know it has nothing to do with attraction.”
He heard a door opening and Winifred looked up and narrowed her eyes at whoever walked in.
“You are late. We have a lot to accomplish tonight and I need his sperm before I leave for London.”
Dom recognised the voice the minute the man spoke. It was the doctor who had falsified his vasectomy records. And then betrayed him to Winifred, as he had expected he would. And that was why another urologist had done the actual procedure. These two were in for a fucking big surprise.
“I had an emergency with a patient and had to handle it first. I’m here now and we’ll get what you need within the next hour.”
The slimy bastard promised as he walked over to the table and stood looking down at Dominick. His whole demeanour was very clinical as he looked him over.
“Strapping his head down is not required for the procedure.” He said disinterestedly as he coolly and calmly undid the buckles and set his head free.
Now that he could move his head he lifted and watched the two standing next to the table. Winifred had her arms crossed over her chest as she stared the little man down.
“I have important business to take care of upstairs but I want to be sure you have started procedures before I leave.”
“It’s not that complicated. I’m going to give him a shot that will keep him erect for a few hours. It will give me time to harvest enough sperm for your purposes.”
Hearing the two of them talk about him as if he was a prize fucking bull on a farm had him gritting his teeth and hoping and praying that he would be rescued in time. He did not want to suffer through being raped by these people.
“Good. And Henry, be aware we have cameras on you. Remember why you are working for me now. You don’t touch him more than what is required to harvest his sperm. At the end of the day he is my grandson and I won’t allow you to violate him. Well, not more than what is required to acquire his sperm.”
Fucking hell. It took everything not to bellow out his rage. She was leaving him in the clutches of a pervert. And he was helpless while strapped down.
Winifred’s phone rang and she extracted it from her jacket pocket, looked at the ID and smiled as she answered.
“Donald, do you have good news for me?”
The smile grew as she turned to look down at him and he schooled his expression.
“Your fiancée delivered the files to Donald. Unfortunately she was a bit damaged during the handover. Donald thinks her face won’t ever look the same again, a pity, she used to be a very beautiful girl. She looks a lot like her father and he was a beautiful man. Pity he refused to join our organisation.”
After dropping that bomb which confirmed his suspicions she turned and looked at the little bastard fiddling with things on the table.
“I’m going upstairs to take care of business. Donald and I will be back to watch the procedure. He is interested in finding other uses for it. Don’t do anything until I get back, and remember, we are watching.”
With that she left and the door clanged shut behind her.
Donald Murchison’s arrival couldn’t have come at a better time. It gave the team he knew was looking for him time to find him. He hoped and prayed that Noelle’s injuries weren’t as bad as it sounded. They had both known there might be a chance that the bastard would hurt her but they had both accepted the risks involved in getting closer to their goal.
And that goal?
To eliminate the bastards. And now he had confirmation on who he had always suspected Noelle’s parents might have been.
Strapped to the table, unable to move, and at the mercy of the bastard unpacking several vials on the table he promised himself that once this was done he was going to ensure this bastard disappeared. How many times had he done shit for Winifred? How many times had he taken advantage of a man who had been strapped down and helpless to defend himself?
Promising himself he would serve up vengeance for those men he watched and waited. If the gods were smiling on them Winifred had opened the files and the worm was free to roam their systems and start its work. He could endure whatever was thrown at him for that opportunity.
“All of you think you’re so clever.” The little man mumbled. “But you’re not.”
“I’ve never said I’m clever, but what I am is intelligent enough to know that once she has what she wants your life is over. She wants me alive, needs me alive actually, and I promise you, once this is done I’ll be coming for you.”
The little bastard gave a crazy little giggle and kept mumbling. “Your heart is unfortunately going to explode when you climax. And nothing I do will bring you back. Not that I will try too hard.”
Dominick grinned. “All of you forgot one very important thing.” He winked at the confused looking man. “You’re not the only urologist in the country, asshole.”
Dropping the shit he had in his hands he rushed to the table and his cold hands fumbled around his groin. And he found what he was looking for. Tiny little scars.
“No! No, no, no! She’s going to kill all of us when she finds out.” He stood with his head lowered as if trying to think of a plan but there were no plans.
“You can shoot me up with Viagra or whatever, I’ll get hard and you can force an ejaculation but it’ll all be for nothing. You won’t find a single sperm in my ejaculate.”
“Why? Why would you do this?” The man was genuinely confused.
“Why do you think? For this exact reason. I’m not having a child of mine live through what my sister and I had to. It stops with us.”
Dominick watched him closely and saw the moment confusion turned into anger.
“If I’m going to die anyway I might as well have some fun before I go.” He bit out between clenched teeth as he turned back to the table and came back with a full syringe clutched in his hand. “One little jab and you’ll be hard as hell and begging for me to get you off.”
He waved the syringe in the air and gave an evil smile. “I laced this with a little bit of something and have tested it on a few subjects. It works perfectly. You won’t give a damn about what is being done to you as long as you get off. And you will get off as I fuck your pristine ass. I can only imagine how tight it’s going to be.”
A dark cold voice spoke from the shadows and the little fuck froze.
“The only place that syringe is going is in your ass, motherfucker.”
Jerking around he tried to find where the voice had come from but couldn’t. “Who’s that? Come out and show yourself. Winifred is not going to be pleased that you’re stopping me from doing my job.” He tried to bluff, it wasn’t going to work and he knew it and started to plunge the syringe towards Dominick’s leg.
Before it got close the bastard jerked in shock, his eyes and mouth wide open and the syringe fell harmlessly from his hand as a perfect round hole appeared on his forehead. The back of his head wasn’t that lucky and sprayed out all over the table behind him as he crumpled to the floor.
The room filled with the men who had come to get him out. His eyes met those of Gideon and he growled in relief.
“Get me off this fucking table and something to wear. I haven’t been able to move for hours and I’m sure by now my bloody hands and feet are blue from loss of circulation.”
“I got you, Boss.” Gideon and one of the men immediately started undoing the straps while the others dragged the dead man away into the dark passage that led down to the cells.
It was a relief to be able to sit up but the pain of blood returning to his extremities wasn’t great at all. But he handled it.
“Any word from Noelle? How did the handoff go? Winifred said she was injured.” He asked and reared back when Bruno stuck his angry face into his.
“She’s in hospital. Stab wounds and several blows to the face. This plan the two of you cooked up was fucked up.” He snarled.
“I’m aware. This is bigger than either of us, Bruno. There are things at work that you know nothing about. It’s no longer about young girls being sold into sexual slavery, it’s worse, so much worse.”
Bruno snorted. “Why didn’t you take what you’ve found to the authorities instead of taking this on by yourselves?”
“We needed Winifred and Donald to cross a line and they did. Donald put his hands on Noelle and Winifred drugged me and brought me down here. Unknown to either of them every single action and word in the warehouse and down here has been recorded for the authorities.” Dominick grimaced as he stood and pulled a pair of jeans on. “I’m sorry Noelle got hurt but we both knew there was a good chance we wouldn’t be walking away from this. We were prepared to pay the price.”
Pulling a tee over his head he sat back down and pulled on socks and boots then stood and stomped his feet to settle the tingles he could still feel in his feet.
“We need to get out of here, fast. By now she knows you’re here and her men will be swarming us any second now.”
Bruno grinned. “No, they won’t. She has no idea what’s going on down here. That pretty little worm opened a door and Star sneaked right in. As far as they are aware the asshole is waiting for them to arrive before starting his evil work.”
Holding his hand up Bruno tapped the bud in his ear and listened intently. He twirled a hand in the air and the men with him melted back into the shadows.
“They’re on their way down, happy as a bunch of dung beetles in a pile of shit. We’ll take them when they step into the room. You sit on the table and the minute they step through that door I want you to roll off the table and stay on the floor until it’s over. You get me?”
Dominick nodded because he knew Bruno and his men were his best chance of taking Winifred and Murchison alive. Bruno disappeared the same way as his men had and he sat on the table and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long. Donald Murchison came strutting into the room with two men behind him. His top two enforcers by the look of them. Winifred wasn’t with him. Fuck.
“What the hell?” He growled when he saw Dominick on the table and blood and other stuff splattered all over the equipment on the other table.
“I don’t like being tied down naked like some heathen sacrifice.” He kept his eyes on the men behind Murchison and when their guns came up he rolled as Bruno had told him to do. He narrowly missed the puddle of blood and crap on the floor as he rolled to keep the table between him and the men at the door.
It was over before he could take two deep breaths. The two men were down and Murchison was restrained on the floor. Slowly pushing up from the floor he walked over and kicked the bastard in the ribs.
“Welcome to hell, motherfucker.” He bit out before he turned away and searched out Bruno.
“If we wait for Winifred to come down here we’re going to get into a fire fight and this place is not ideal. We’re going to have to leave her for now.” Bruno explained. “I’m sorry, Dom.”
He shook his head because he knew they were running out of time. Fast.
“It’s okay. I’ll get her, don’t you worry about that. Let’s get out of here with our prisoner before they try to take him back.”
Bruno nodded in agreement.
“My team took out all the men we found down here. She’s going to have to bring in replacements and while she’s still unaware of what happened we’re getting the hell out.”
The trip back through the sewers and water tunnels seemed to take hours but it wasn’t that long at all. He felt weak and if not for Gideon following him he would have stumbled and fallen dozens of times. He still had residuals of the drugs they had knocked him out with in his bloodstream making him less than agile.
Relief unlike he had ever felt before washed over him when they finally emerged in the early morning air. He dragged the fresh smelling air into his lungs as he was led to the waiting SUV’s. He didn’t know where they were going and he honestly didn’t care. Now that it was over the adrenalin he had been operating under fell away and all he felt was bone tired.
A new day was dawning as they drove through the gates of the girls’ compound and into the garage. He noticed that one of the SUV’s were no longer with them and wondered where it had gone. He was about to ask when the doors closed behind them and suddenly the vehicles were surrounded by leather wearing badasses.
And front and centre was Hawk Walker.
Fuck. Not good at all.
Closing his eyes for a few seconds he gathered the last of his strength and opened the door and got out. He swayed slightly and blinked several times before he could clearly focus on the enraged president of the Iron Dogz MC.
“I thought we had an agreement. What the fuck was this?” He snarled.
But Dominick was just too tired and dirty to start arguing with him because he knew it would take forever before it would be done.
“I’m filthy, tired and haven’t had anything to drink for what I think might be two days. Let me get clean and I’ll answer all your questions.”
Cuba pushed through the men and grabbed his arm. “We’ve got the guest suite ready for you. Ignore these badasses and let’s get you clean, because let me tell you, not even the hotness that is you can overcome the stench.”
He couldn’t help the grin but it disappeared quickly. “How is she?”
A small smile was more than enough of an answer but she didn’t stop there. “She’s battered and full of holes but she’s got a good doctor and Kid is with her, so all good for now.”
“So the bastard stepped up did he? Good to know.”
She just raised an eyebrow but it was enough. Behind her Hawk Walker glared at him but he ignored him. There would be enough time for him to lose his shit later.
“Everyone from the sewers, boots off before you come inside.” Cuba ordered and promptly helped him out of his.
Ignoring the pissed off bikers he allowed Cuba to take him upstairs and into the guest suite where he washed the stink of the dungeon and the sewers off him. He had a towel wrapped around his midriff when he walked out. Laid out on the bed were clean clothes.
He knew he had Gideon to thank for that.
The man had had his back for years and was his best friend.
