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WARNING: Even though though I write terrible violent scenes there is a couple of them in this chapter. Also some swearing. You have been warned.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: Captured.

"People saw you leave with her, you need something to make your story more believable." Lacey heard as she started to wake up. She felt weak, her muscles still limp. Despite the drowsiness she managed to open her eyes a enough to see who was making the groaning noise that soon came after whoever had spoken.

She recognized Kennedy was the one who was groaning as someone delivered punch after punch to his body. The assailant had his back turned to her but in her half conscious state she knew it was Daryl.

She saw Daryl stop his attack on the prospect and closed her eyes not wanting them to know she was awake. She heard scuffling and then Daryl's voice again.

"Get rid of the car and run back to the club and tell them what I told you to say."

"How should I get rid of the car?" Lacey heard Kennedy ask through gritted teeth. She couldn't help but feel a little happy about the kid being in pain. The asshole deserved what's coming to him.

"Dump it, crash it, bash it with a baseball bat, I don't really give a fuck."

She didn't hear anything else said. She heard a door close and a car outside start before she heard footsteps coming towards her and the bed she was lying on dip a little. She tried to keep her breathing calm and steady so he'd think she was still unconscious. It was quiet until Daryl started talking.

"When people say it's nothing personal, it's always personal." He paused for a few seconds. "In this case it's extremely personal." She felt the mattress raise as Daryl stood up. She heard him walk to the door and open it. "Well have a chat when you wake up." he said before slamming the door shut as he walked out of the room.

She opened her eyes and went to get up but found her wrist bound to the bed with handcuffs. She let out a frustrated groan leaning her head back against the mattress.

Jax sat at the clubhouse bar impatiently waiting for Lacey and Kennedy to get back. With Tig and Chibs' help Clay and Jax managed to take the photos down in just under an hour. He was fearing something bad was about to happen if it already hadn't. He just needed Lacey to walk through the door for that fear to subside.

Unfortunately it did the complete opposite when he saw a battered and bruised prospect walk through the door. A rush of panic and angry mixed with the fear which had extremely heightened. All possible scenarios of what could've happened ran through his head, none of them being good ones when it came to Lacey.

Before he could think rationally, he flew off his seat making a beeline for the prospect. He pinned him roughly against the wall and got in his face, ignoring the way Kennedy winced and cried out in obvious pain.

"Where is Lacey?!"

"He took her!"

Jax glared at him. Not knowing whether to believe him or not. Just over an hour ago he was starting to think Daryl had someone on the inside. Whether it was Kennedy or not, he was soon going to find out. He gritted his teeth together holding himself back from landing a punch to the prospects already bruising face. "Who took her?"

"That guy you've been after for over a year."

Bobby and Tig pulled Jax away from Kennedy as Jax was about to rear his fist back, his anger getting the better of him.

"Why did he keep you alive?" Chibs asked from a few feet away. Jax noticed Kennedy's eyes darting from one Son to another. Kennedy's eyes eventually landed on Jax's. He could see the terrified look in the younger mans eyes. He could see the fear radiating off him.

"Answer him!" He yelled making Kennedy jump and cower down.

"He wanted me to tell you he has her."

Jax didn't believe him. Daryl had no problem killing the last prospect that had been escorting Lacey around. He was willing to hurt anyone to get to her. Daryl had even hurt him to get under Lacey's skin when they started. He had his brother make Lacey think he was really after the club. Why would he keep Kennedy alive?
He doubted it was because he wanted the eighteen year old to tell them he had Lacey. They could've easily found his body. Once Daryl had Lacey everything would have been forgotten, including a prospects lifeless body.

Daryl being as cocky as he is right now would've let them know he has her himself unless...

It then hit him. He managed to pull out of Tig and Bobby's grasp, lunging at the prospect again. This time he knocked Kennedy back, landing on the floor on top of him. He threw his fist back punching him in the jaw. Kennedy's head flew to the side from the impact of the punch.

Jax grabbed the collar of Kennedy's shirt and lifted him up throwing him back against the wall, getting in his face once again. "WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!" He yelled, "and don't give me some bullshit story saying you don't know."

"I can't tell you, he'll kill me." Kennedy mumbled in a daze as blood filled his mouth.

"I'll fucking kill you if you don't tell me!" Jax said slamming him into the wall again.

Still in a daze Kennedy made eye contact with the volatile blonde. "Better you than him."

"You're gonna wish you never said that." Jax started his attack on Kennedy. All rational thoughts had left his mind before he started kicking and punching Kennedy. No one pulled him away until they noticed how still Kennedy had become.

Jax looked into Kennedy's lifeless eyes. He knew he should remorse, maybe even guilt but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything towards killing a guy he thought he could trust. He needed to get Lacey back as soon as possible.

Lacey struggled against the handcuff as she tried to get loose. She felt like she'd been in here for hours when it had only been close to an hour. Daryl hadn't been back to the room since he walked out, giving her time to try and get out of her restraint. Her attempts were in vain.
She sighed giving up, her arms aching. She didn't have any way to get out of the handcuff.

She looked around the room. The windows were boarded up but sun streamed through where a few of the boards where missing giving her enough light to take in her surroundings.

There was an old newspaper scattered over the floor with some debris that had fallen from the walls and ceiling. The only piece of furniture in the room was the bed she was handcuffed too. The door looked brand new though and it didn't match the skirting around the door way. If she had to guess, there wasn't a door there when Daryl chose this house. He'd definitely planned this and she fell right into it trusting Kennedy more than she should've.

She always found there was something off about the prospect. He was always off taking secret phone calls. She heard him once talking about a plan and when he answered and saw her standing there he said it was his cousin. Of course Lacey thought it was nothing but now she wished she did.

She didn't know what tied Kennedy to Daryl. It added to the ever growing pile of confusion. Why would Kennedy want to help a psycho like Daryl? Did he actually want to help him? What did Daryl have over him? What did Daryl want her for? Why was he doing this? What did he want with her? Was it really because of the short tempered and abusive fed that was pretending to be Lacey's boyfriend? The guy his brother was an informant for? It all didn't make sense.

She struggled against the handcuff again, ignoring the pain as it dug into her skin. She let out an exasperated cry as she fell back against the bed. She didn't want to Daryl to get the better of her.

The door opening and closing caught her attention. She opened her eyes and looked towards it. Frowning she saw Daryl standing there with a sick smirk on his face. "I guess it's time for a little chat." He walked over to the bed and sat at the end of it.

"Get the fuck away from me." She reared her leg back kicking him in side as hard as she could. Daryl barely moved. He stood up glaring at her and slapped her across the face. The sound echoed through the room. She bit her lip closing her eyes stopping the tears that were threatening to fall as the mark he left stung. She wouldn't let the bastard see her cry.

"Don't ever do that again!" He spat at her.

"He's going to fucking kill you, just like he killed Marcus." she spat at him, her voice filled with venom as she said Marcus' name. "You're a fucking dead man walking."

"Is that what you said to Marcus before he left you for dead? Was it before your little wannabe tough guy boyfriend killed him? Is it like your little code phrase?" he questioned.

"Something like that. All I know is when this is over, you'll be as dead as that prospect probably is right now."

Daryl laughed. "You think I care about that kid? He only helped me because he told me he'd do anything to get his father out of prison."

"But you can't, you're not a fed because they kicked you out when they learned how fucking crazy you are."

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" He yelled at her.

"My apologies, you're not crazy," She said calmly before yelling at him. "YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE, YOU'RE EVEN BEYOND HELP."

She heard the slap before she even felt it. She raised her free hand to her face touching where his hand had impacted her face, the stinging sensation coming back. She felt herself being pulled off the bed before a sharp pain went through her stomach as he kicked her. She tried to curl into a fetal position to try and protect her baby.

"You're going to be dead before they even find you," he said between kicking her. He kicked her anywhere he could except his head. He wanted her conscious to feel the pain. He stopped kicking her and knelt down beside her. He smiled seeing her groan in pain. "And then I'm going to kill your precious Jackson for killing Marcus."

A light bulb went off in Lacey's head. Marcus wasn't just who Daryl's brother was an informant for, he wasn't Daryl's link back to the FBI. This was far too personal. She got the feeling Marcus meant more to Daryl then someone he could use.

"You loved him." She said as she gasped from the pain and struggled to breath. "That's why you're doing this, you were in love with Marcus."