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Chapter Five

Nikki was tied to a bed, mouth gaged. A piece of tattered cloth wrapped around her eyes, blocking her vision, none of it stopped her from hearing though, that was one sense they couldn't take away from her. Although she couldn't make out exactly what was being said, she caught glimpses of conversation, and estimated there to be three people in the house. A fourth person would come and go frequently, and there would be phone calls throughout the day. One of the guys went by Jace, he was the not so smart one. Then there was Dustin, Nikki figured he was the one who was constantly on the phone, talking to the guy that pulled the strings, and Dustin was just the puppet. The third guy went by the name Cowboy, and although Nikki couldn't see him, she pictured an old west sort of man, faded jeans, brown worn out cowboy boots, button up ranch shirt, like cowboys wear, maybe even a bandana around his neck, and a cowboy hat. She imaged him with a piece of grass between his teeth, or maybe even a pipe. She knew how ridiculous the image in her head was, but it kept her level headed, kept her from worrying about the what if's, and for that she was grateful.

The fourth guy was a ghost, she only ever heard one name, but it was always whispered about, so she couldn't ever hear it clearly enough. His voice though, that was one thing she took from the fourth man, he was always so calm, his voice was soothing in a way. He made sure to bring her food and water throughout the day, helped her stand up, and move around, helped her to the bathroom, and even allowed her to rinse herself off in the shower, because: "Having a kid leaves you bloody and sore, you did nothing wrong, sweetheart. We'll take care of you until this is all done. It's almost done."

Nikki felt herself looking forward to the strangers visits throughout the day. He would talk to her, let her know what was going on in the world, what the weather was like outside. Today though, today seemed different, it must have been early in the afternoon, and no one had come yet, the men in the other room seemed frantic with their heightened, frantic voices, and their constant pacing back and forth.

At one point during a one sided conversation she heard one of the guys say: "You can't just change your mind like that." Pause. "Where do you want to meet?" Pause. "You want us to bring the girl?" Pause. "See you then." That was the end of the conversation.

Sometime later she heard the familiar creaking of the door, and the heavy boot's padding along the titled floor of whatever room you first stepped into. Then came his soft familiar voice, and She breathed a sigh of relief, the nice one was here. She heard him say: "Get Jace, and get the stuff in the van, and wait for me."

"What about Cowboy?" The voice, which had to have belonged to Dustin, asked.

"No, Cowboy stays, I don't want him going western on us, shootin' up shit that doesn't need to be shot at. I'll give him something else to do. Now go." His voice was steady, and soft, yet firm in their way. Seconds passed by, and she heard someone come into the room. "How ya doin' sweetheart?"

"I…I'm hungry and thirsty, and I really need to use the bathroom." Nikki told him, hoping he would show her the same treatment as before, and didn't suddenly change his mind to start being mean.

"You mean not one of these guys helped you with any of that?" All Nikki could do was shake her head. "Let's go sweetheart." He said, scooping Nikki up into his arms, and he took her into the bathroom.

"I'll give you a few minutes to get yourself cleaned up, but we have somewhere to be, so hurry it up sweetheart." He said placing her down on her feet, in front of the toilet. "Sit." He demanded, and untied her hands, "Don't take the cover off your eyes until I leave, put it back on when you're done, and let me know." He said, before leaving Nikki to do her business. She was relieved when she could take the cloth from her eyes. She knew she didn't have much time, because finished or not, the guy with the soft voice would come back in, he didn't care.

When she was finished relieving her bladder, Nikki washed her hands, splashing water on her face. Although this was only her second day here, she already had dark circles under her eyes, and her face looked puffy, her boobs hurt something awful. She looked down at her stomach, which had shrunk in size, but still had a small puffy baby belly. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she placed her hands gently over her stomach, she couldn't stop the flow of tears from falling, her mind wondering if she would ever see her daughter again.

Nikki was pulled from her thoughts when the door burst open, she jumped back, her eyes staring up at the man with the soft voice. He was much taller than she was, head full of black hair, chubby around the middle and tattoos covering his body, but the most notable, was the swastika on his left hand, just to the side of his thumb.

"Relax sweetheart, no one is going to hurt you." He said, putting his hands up in defense, his lips puckered up, but at the same time he was smirking.

"Let's to go?" He asked, stepping back out of the bathroom, holding out the raggedy cloth that was used to cover her eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?" Nikki questioned, her eyes not leaving the tattooed man.

"If I wanted you dead, you would have been dead by now. Don't worry sweetheart, you're gonna have a family reunion soon." He said, placing his hands on her shoulders, and turning her away from him. He replaced the cloth over her eyes, and tied her hands behind her back, and led her out of the bathroom.

For the first time since had been kidnapped, she could breathe in fresh air. She coughed a bit, as her lungs filled with dirt, the wind was blowing, and by the feel of the earth beneath her feet, she was in the desert.

"Watch your head." He said, helping her into the car.

She flinched slightly when she felt another pair of hands reaching around her, pulling the seatbelt over her body, "Gotta make sure you don't do anything stupid now."

A few minutes later, and sweat dripping down her forehead and chest, she felt the coolness of the air conditioner on her skin, forcing goosebumps all over her arms, neck and chest, she shivered, but refused to say anything about it.

She wasn't sure how long they were driving for, but was relieved when the car finally stopped. She tried to look around, although she couldn't see anything, and the quietness around her wasn't helping her get her Barings either. She jumped when the door swung open on her side, and the seatbelt was released.

"Okay sweetheart, don't try to fight me, alright. I wouldn't want anything bad happening to you. You just keep your pretty mouth shut, and don't do anything stupid."

Nikki nodded; she felt butterflies in her stomach from nerves, and instantly wanted to vomit.

"Just checked the area, no sign of them yet." Another voice said.

"Well give them a few minutes, they'll be here, not gonna leave the girl behind."

That was very true; Sons of Anarchy were on their way to the warehouse, Chibs leading the way, Jax was to the side of him, Juice following behind both men. He had never felt more excited, or nervous, more ready to put a bullet in one man's head then he was right now, and he wondered if this was how Happy felt when he killed someone.

While surrounding the reaper, the boys talked it over, Chibs had told them point blank, "We do this, we every last one of those bastards." They all agreed, Juice added on, "I want the leader, no one touches him, but me." Everyone understood, nodded, and with the tell tale sound of the gavel connecting to the reaper table, everyone stood up and left the room, departing in different directions, getting everything together to make this happen.

When they pulled up at the warehouse, Juice sighed, relieved, seeing Nikki, although she was tied up, and gaged, and her eyes had a cloth over them, she was alive, no telling if the sick twisted man that took her for whatever reason did anything else to her. He would just have to wait, get her home, reassure her, and make sure she was alright.

The crew parked their bikes, dismounting, and standing in formation as they walked up to the man that ultimately took Nikki away.

Juice felt his body start to shake from anger and rage. The guys hand was resting on Nikki's shoulder, Juice didn't want any part of him anywhere near her. He wanted to run over there, punch, kick, bite scratch… kill, the guy that did this. It wasn't until the mystery guy opened his mouth and spoke, "Hello Jax. I told you to only bring Juice, he is the only one I wanted," it floored everybody.

Juice and Chibs were the first ones to cock their head up at Jax, who stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say or even do. Everything was falling apart right in front of him. Had Jax really turned on his brothers?

Juice tackled Jax to the ground, punching the blonde square in the face, it was Chibs and Tig that pulled Juice off Jax. Happy pulled Jax up onto his feet, staring him down. Happy always had this look about him, clearly reading him inside and out.

"Give her over." Chibs demanded.

"Relax man, this has nothing to do with you. I had something going with Jax, but it looks like he didn't pull through with his part of the bargain."

"What bargain was that?" Chibs asked.