Never Give Up

Chapter 8 - Reece

Blackness surrounds me, pain is all that I am feeling right now, I am confined to a small space. No windows, no door and I am pretty sure I can say I am not in a room. Why can I say that…? Well, I can hear the roar of an engine. I am saying roar when it’s more like a rickety old shed on wheels. I can smell the exhaust fumes, feel every bump on the road.

My hands are bound with cable ties (not very fifty shades I might add). There is fabric around my mouth that seems to have fallen away from my nose. A sickly smell fills the air around me, the odor of a man teases my taste buds. I have no idea of what time or day it is, where I am going or why I am going there. All I know is, more than ever, do I need Zane and Rafe with me.

Holy s**t, things are so bad. I know this. I swear I have no idea what I’ve done or who is doing this to me. I’m trying so hard to release myself from my bonds, but they just won't give. My wolf is whimpering as she can't share her strength to help; break mybonds. Tears are flowing down my face now, my heart feels like it is ready to give out. Breathe Reece, breathe, come on. You need to keep it together. Why the hell am I talking to myself? If anything was to ring crazy, this is it.

"Nix?" I asked, attempting to reach my wolf. She growls and stays at the back of my mind where I can barely reach her. You could say we need wolf counseling of some kind as we are definitely not in any kind of sync. She hates me for going after other wolves that are not our mates, hell I'm eighteen and can make my own choices, not that in the situation I'm in right now is anything to go by.

“Whatever you’re doing in there, you had best knock it the f**k off missy! The Bossman is waiting for you.”

Yeah OK, that hasn't helped at all. If anything, it is making me feel a lot f*****g worst. Wait who is the “Bossman?” You know when you get butterflies and it can either mean something good or something bad? Well, I am starting to think mine is something bad, something real bad.

Sighing, I turned so my back rested against the back of the seats, curling up into myself. I have no idea what to expect and I am really trying to stay strong. I just don't think I truly have the strength anymore. I knew something bad must have happened when I couldn’t find Taylor or Mama. I just hope they’re OK.

The last thing I remember was s**t I have no idea, apart from waking up in the back of this bastard's car, bound, cold and woozy. So, could this be to do with it? I f*****g hope not. Otherwise I am in more s**t than I originally thought. Zane warned me about him, s**t he warned me to stay away from him. I just couldn’t, even if it was just a little fun…to me it felt more.

I let those thoughts ponder for a moment, oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k. If this is Alpha and he has Taylor and Mama…we’re in for one hell of a s**t-storm.

One thing is for certain, I will not give up fighting, I will not back down and if King can't handle that…Well he can kiss my ass.

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My worst fears came to life only a moment ago. I was dragged to a basement and tied to a chair. The room is cold, smells of death, and looks like a torture chamber. When I hear the whimpering of a woman, I think I recognize the sound, but can’t be sure. I sniff the air around me but I can't make sense of it all. Nix is no help either, the stubborn thing.

I look around, I see knives lining the walls, screwdrivers, a huge device in the corner, and a guillotine dead center. The color drains from my whole body, and I start shaking in fear. When I look closer at the guillotine, I see a middle-aged woman strapped to it. When her tear-streaked face looks up, I suck in a breath.

“Mama?” My tears began to fall. I looked around the room again and noticed another seat empty beside me. Please don’t let it be Taylor.

“It’s so good for you to finally join us, Reece.” My heart sinks when I hear his voice. I have no idea what to say or do. Someone is arguing with whoever is following Alpha into the basement. However, my eyes are focused on the slender form of my Mama, my choices in life, biting me in the ass once more.

“Oh, my God, please let them go” I begged.

“Reece?”

“Taylor?” I turned as much as possible and watched how she was strapped to the chair beside me. She hadn’t noticed Mama yet. I could see the anger in her eyes, she looked terrible, beaten, dirty. Yet there was something deep within her that I could sense burning within, her own personal inferno so-to-speak.

“I’m going to hurt you so badly if I get my hands on you. Do you hear me? You’ve put me through hell,” She screams and cries at the same time. I can see it just by looking at her. I can tell the horror she has been through, and yes, it is all my fault. It’s always my fault.

“Now ladies, let's have a talk”. We both look at the Alpha who is standing next to Mama.

“Mama? Seriously Reece, what have you done?” I can’t say anything, all I can do is just cry.

“You see, Angel, I have this problem,” Alpha started.

I can barely hear him as I look at my Mama strapped to the guillotine, her arms bent in awkward angles, railroad spikes hammered into her legs.

Alpha continues. “Everyone else seems to do as I ask. However, there is one person who still seems to have a problem with what I am asking, so my men brought her here for me to talk to. As soon as I saw her, I knew exactly who she was. Perhaps you can talk to the b***h and get her to see reason.”