Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
The daughter of a wealthy businessman, Angel Daniels enjoys her indulgent lifestyle, even if she teeters on the edge of boredom. That all changes when the Ravagers kidnap her. Will she survive their evil plot?
Vex plays life fast and loose. He doubts the special woman he's dreamed of will ever appear, so why not take chances? The last place he expects to find the one he could love forever is in the clutches of the Devil Daddies' rivals. And that other guy who thinks he's claiming Angel? He's totally wrong for her
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Chapter 1
She’d never liked darkness, even when at home where she knew she was safe. Here, the black shadows filling the unfamiliar space challenged her ability to withstand the panic looming inside her. Angel held on to her composure with the ragged nails on her usually immaculate fingers.
She’d tested every side of the room in her search for an exit from this hellhole and found nothing other than a door that opened randomly to allow the light from the hallway to spill inside. Each time she cowered, expecting mistreatment. Each time she’d been correct, and her hopes of being rescued faded away.
Could this get any worse?
A growing ache in her abdomen answered that question. Angel had no idea how many days had passed since the Ravagers had taken her. The jerks had used the darkness to keep her from tracking whether it was day or night. Combined with their random visits to terrorize her with threats of what would happen to her if her father didn’t comply with their demands, Angel had completely lost track of time.
The door slammed open, and she jumped and cowered back against the wall. The tattooed man that swaggered inside laughed mockingly at her automatic reaction before taunting her with the latest update.
“Bad news, Ms. Daniels. Your beloved dad wants nothing to do with you. He’s not willing to pay your ransom. Sucks to be you, huh? I’m debating whether to kill you now or after I turn you over to my men for a bit of fun.”
The apple of her father’s eye, Angel was confident her dad would never have sent that message. As terrified as she was by his threat of whatever his bikers would consider amusing, Angel tried not to let him see how much he scared her. Stiffening her back, she tried to pull her courage around her as a shield. She might have come from a rich family, but that didn’t mean everyone had always treated her well. Jealous girls had tormented her in school. Angel had learned to never let them see that their words got to her.
“He’ll pay. You might want to check how loyal your people ferrying messages are. They might have brokered their own deal,” she suggested. Take that, asshole. Hopefully doubts about the hold he had over the Ravager crew would fester in his brain.
“My men would never betray me,” Viper, the Ravager’s president, growled.
“Okay. Just letting you know I’m his only daughter. If you really haven’t heard from him, something’s wrong.” Angel crossed her fingers behind her back, hoping to plant additional doubt in the volatile motorcycle club leader’s mind. Each time she saw Viper, he reacted differently. Anticipating his reaction to anything was impossible.
“Fucking bitch,” Viper said, storming from the room. “Lock her in again, Cyclone. This time, no water for two days.”
The man who’d sporadically brought her food and drinks since she’d gotten there shouted down the hallway after the irate biker, “You got it, Viper.”
As Cyclone closed the door, Angel called out, “Wait! I need some tampons. I don’t want to make a big mess in here for you to have to clean up.”
The biker wasn’t quite as rough as the others in the Ravagers. He’d told Angel that Viper had assigned this duty to him to make sure she stayed alive because he had medical training. When she’d arrived, he’d gotten her a bucket to pee in.
“Viper’s not going to approve those.”
“I doubt he’s going to scrub the blood off the floor when I’m gone. Maybe you could think of some way to talk him into it?” Angel suggested. She was sure Viper would want to humiliate her. This was a perfectly embarrassing scenario for the MC president to use to his advantage.
“I’ll talk to him. Later. You pissed him off too much.”
Without another word, Cyclone slammed the door shut and locked it. Angel wrapped her arms around herself in the darkness, trying to comfort herself. If only Sammie was there with her. No, she wouldn’t want her stuffie in this awful place.
Catching herself almost sticking her thumb in her mouth for the millionth time, Angel grabbed a fistful of her grubby designer T-shirt to tether her hand away from her face. She wouldn’t soothe herself by allowing her Little side to come out either. Who knew whether the Ravagers had installed night-vision cameras in the room with her? Viper probably got off on watching her.
Two days had to have passed when Cyclone returned, for her cramps that always accompanied the heaviest days of her cycle had ended. Trapped in the darkness with nothing to use for her period, Angel had wadded her skimpy underwear up between her legs. If only she’d had on the granny panties she usually did during her period. Unfortunately, she’d been wearing a thong when taken. That skimpy material had soon become saturated. She’d tried to rip the bottom of her jeans or shirt off to use as a pad. Everything resisted tearing. She couldn’t do anything about the mess. All hope that she’d survive this ordeal evaporated as she lost the last shreds of her dignity.