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black as my body slumped on the bike.  He had clearly planned ahead as well.  Knocked out he could do with me as he wished.  When I came to I was strapped to a chair somewhere inside the building.  I could hear men talking, not a lot, just a few, but they seemed far away.  I tried to force my mind to focus despite the headache I was suffering.  I closed my eyes and listened carefully.  They spoke in a broken Spanglish so I missed most of what they were saying.  But there talking did help me to recognize that they were in a main room somewhere off to my right while I was being held in a distant room in the back of the building.  I counted the various voices and there seemed to be about six men, but I had no way of knowing if there were others that were remaining silent.
    I groaned and pulled against my restraints.  I had thought I was alone in the darkness until I heard the familiar sound of a lighter being lit.  I listened to the man inhale a long drag of his cigarette before taking a step forward.  He leaned over and blew the smoke right in my face.  I began to cough which made him laugh. 
    “I’d stop pulling at those ropes if I were you little girl.  Worse things might happen to you.”
    I wanted to spit in his face.  I wished my legs were free so I could punch him in the nuts.  Anything that would hurt him, but I did as he said.  I sat in the chair feeling completely defeated.  Every time I thought I might have a chance, they had already thought ahead.  Jacob and his club were my only hope, assuming that he was still alive, or that the club cared.
    I felt lucky so far.  No one had raped or tried to harm me which made me suspect that I was a ploy.  There was something more the Diablo’s wanted and it wasn’t me.  Suddenly it clicked – I was bait.  They were expecting the Mischief Makers to come for me.  My heart leapt at the thought.  They’d be coming, they’d save me, Jacob will come!
    Suddenly, I could hear the men running. 
    “Sounds like somethin’ is up out there.  You think your little friend is coming to save you?”
    “How would I know.  I’ve been passed out, strapped to the back of a motorcycle, knocked out by the butt of a gun, and then stuck in her with you.  How the hell would I know what is going on?”
    He leaned forward, his tobacco-tainted breath blowing against my cheek.  “But you think he will don’t you?  Poor little princess in distress needs her big strapping man to come and save her.  You know what’s going to happen don’t you?”
    “No,” I answered a quiver beginning to enter my voice.
    “If that little fucker shows up here we’re going to kill him.  Him and anyone else he brings with him.  In fact, we’re counting on it.  We’re done dealing with the Mischief Makers.  They go back on their word and now they’re going to be spending the rest of their days in the ground,” he said with a smirk on his face.  “Hoping I get to kill that pretty boy of yours myself.  Its why I asked to be stationed in here with you.  You see this scar beneath my eye?”
    The room was nearly pitch black.  I wasn’t seeing a whole hell of a lot of anything.  “No, it’s too dark in here.  But I remember from the store.  You were with Angel right?”
    “Ah, nice to know the pretty girl remembers me,” he said as he reached around the seat and fondled my breasts.  “Sure would like to get some alone time with you after all of this is done and over with.”
    I wanted to throw up.  The very thought of him doing anything else to me made me want to gag.  “Please stop touching me,” I said as I tried to remain calm.
    “What’s wrong?  Little girl doesn’t like this?” he said as he continued to grope me.  Just as his hand started to travel lower there was the loud slam of a door from out in the main hall.   A few voices were yelling in Spanish.  “You stay here girlie,” he said with a sinister laugh.  “I’m going to check what’s