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Slowly spinning the knife in his hands, Happy eyed the visibly shaking girl in front of him. She was wearing a navy blue dress that accentuated her waist and breasts. It took him a second to tear his gaze away from that basically bare chest. The way it rose as she breathed in and out with her short breaths really made it hard for him to concentrate. He was horny and she was looking so innocent and weak. He could have taken her then and there, but that was not the reason he was here, nor was it in general the way he liked to do things. Yeah, he enjoyed it rough, but not like that. Annoyed at himself for not getting a blowjob from some sweetbutt before to clear his head, he forced his eyes on the tag attached to her dress saying 'Lexi'.
Taking a step forward, he finally looked at her face. Her horror-filled eyes were glued on him, watching his every move. As if he was a wild predator circling in his prey. Indeed, more or less he was. Clay's orders had been clear- scare her, but don't hurt her, unless it's really necessary. But by the look of it, she was not the one to jump at him to try fighting her way out.
Happy was so caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't even notice the first time she spoke. "Please don't hurt me," she pleaded. "Just let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone," she continued, sinking down in her chair as he got closer.
The way her lips moved as she spoke made the situation in his pants that much harder. She didn't even realize how much her begging was turning him on.
...
Lexi stared at the guy in front of her. He hadn't said a word and the look on his face gave nothing away. It was like he wasn't even listening to her pleads, or if he was, he was doing a great job ignoring them. The way his almost black piercing eyes inspected her, made Lexi feel naked. Not that her work-dress ever really made her feel like she was respectfully covered. It was all too tight in the chest area and too short when it came to length. Still the cold stare he was giving her, made her feel as if the dress had shrunk even smaller. Giving in to the need to somehow hinder his intrusive gaze, she pulled her blonde curls up front to hide as much as possible.
"Where's your father?" he finally opened his mouth. He had a low raspy tone, that in any other circumstance she would have found the sexiest thing ever, but right now it somehow added another dimension to the level of fear she was experiencing.
"I don't know," she said in a trembling voice, "honestly, I haven't seen him over a year, I don't know what he has gotten himself into this time, but really I have no idea where to find him."
"Where would he hide himself?" he walked behind her.
"I don't know," Lexi shook her head.
"WHERE WOULD HE GO?" he raised his voice, while placing his hand on her neck from behind to force her to look up at him.
"I have no idea," tears ran down Lexi's face. She was not lying, she really had no glue about where his bastard of a dad would run to. Happy was still holding his hand on Lexi's neck, bending her head in an odd angle. "I'm telling you the truth," she mumbled through tears.
She heard the door open. However, rough hands holding her head still made it impossible for her to see, who had come to her rescue, or more likely who was going to join in on the interrogation.
"Hap, church in five," the familiar voice said, "how's it going in here, I'd like my hands on her too." As Happy let go of her, she could see one of the guys who had taken her in the first place, standing in the doorway, weirdest grin on his face.
She couldn't see what Happy did behind her, but by the way that the curly-haired guy left the room after winking at her, Lexi assumed he had nodded or done something like that.
Without looking her way, he simply strode toward the door. "I'm not done with you," his gravelly voice announced.
"You can't keep me here forever," Lexi spat out, making him turn around for just a second.
Against all of her expectations, he smiled.
...
"What's she saying?" Clay asked, pointing towards where Lexi was held.
"Not much, I'll get her talking," Happy sat down next to Tig.
"In the meanwhile, Juice has tracked down some Weston's known associates, we'll go check those out," Clay continued, "should I leave some prospects here?"
"Neh, I can handle her," Happy shook his head. Like he'd need help to keep some chick from running away… She has nowhere to go.
"Hoped you'd say that, let's get going then," Clay slammed down the gavel.
...
The windows in the room she was held in were all too small to simply climb out from. But thanks to them, she saw a bunch of guys getting on bikes as well as into the car she was brought here with. Only one bike was left behind.
Insofar, as it had been more than half an hour and no-one had come to check on her, Lexi decided it was her one chance to run away. She slowly opened the door and peaked out. She had already made a mental note before, none of them thought much of her get-away chances, as they were not locking the doors nor even keeping her tied up the hallway she could see the front door, actually she could see straight through to the front yard, as the heavy wooden door was wide open. Quietly she stepped outside.
Getting to the point where the hallway was connected with the living room, she felt her heart pick up pace. Peering over the corner, she had the view of a set of elbows barely visible from behind the back of the couch. It was the first time in life, when someone thinking not much of her abilities, had turned out to be an advantage. Who in the right mind would otherwise take a nap, while their prisoner has the freedom to simply walk out the door? She tip-toed to the doorway with ease, a victory smile looming over her as the chilly wind touched her face. Her second of happiness was crushed by the realization that she had no idea, which way she should run. Scurrying forward, her eyes stopped on the black SOA-tagged Harley. "Oh come on," she muttered out, seeing the keys sitting peacefully in the ignition.
...
Happy knew exactly where she was. She had seen her pass by on the TV screens reflection. Initially he had thought of dragging her back in right away, but he couldn't smother the curiosity. What was her next move? Would she simply run or make sure, that he couldn't follow her? Imagining himself in her position, the first move he'd done would have been slamming something heavy and sharp into the face of the person who had had the audacity to kidnap him.
She was too busy trying to figure out how to start his bike, that he had already gotten pretty close when she finally, with an audible gasp, took notice of his presence.
"Going somewhere?" he demanded, pushing her down on the bike, that she was now so vigorously trying to get off of.