The Phoenix Knights MC: Strength of Love (Rebecca Waters) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Olivia’s POV

The van we were in came to a stop, the sounds of doors of vehicles opening and slamming shut followed. Not a second later, the rear van doors opened. Vargas came into view with his arms crossed. Two men climbed in and dragged Prez out, making him groan in pain. That pissed me off, so I got to my feet Another man had climbed on to drag me off and hand me to Vargas. As he got close to me, I brought my knee up into his balls. He stumbled backwards, so I kicked at him again. He stumbled back to the edge and tried to stop himself from falling out the back of the van. I quickly jumped up, tucking my knees into my chest and took my bound wrists from behind me to in front of me midair. The guy regained his balance, only for me to grab him by his collar and headbutt him. I shoved him hard, sending him out of the

van.

Vargas had raised his eyebrow at me, smirking as he pulled his gun and pointed it at Prez. “Be a good girl now, Olivia. Or, I will kill Prez here.”

“Who says I wasn’t being good? It was getting uncomfortable having my hands bound bind me, and as for him, do you really think I was going to let him touch me?” I sighed, jumping down out of the van. “It shows just how poorly trained your men are, doesn’t it? That he can’t even take on a bound eighteen year–old girl, without getting his ass kicked.”

Vargas‘ eyes narrowed, before he conceded and put his gun away. “You are impressing me more every minute. But tread carefully, Princesa, my patience only goes so far. I wouldn’t want to hurt that beautiful skin of yours before I have had a chance to ravish every inch of it.”

“In your dreams,” I sassed.

“Come on, I got someone to help you get into something more befitting of a Queen,” he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me along deeper into this building.

“What is this place?” I asked.

“It is an abandoned hanger. We have a flight to catch soon enough,” Vargas told me. r

Fuck, he is planning to take me out of the country. Shit, will Daniel get to me in time? I have to think of something to drag my heels. “What are you thinking about, Princesa?”

He dragged me into a room with Prez, who was slumped against the wall, and this woman who was tied to a chair. Time to piss him off, so I have time alone with Prez and time to think. “I am thinking about how my fiancé made love to me earlier today, and how his cum is still seeping out of me,” I smirked.

“I had a feeling you weren’t a virgin anymore, after all those public displays I have seen,” he growled.

“Carnage will be the only man to ever claim me and my body,” I said.

“We will see about that. I should have killed him, and if he comes for you, I will make him watch while! claim you, and then I will kill him in front of you,” Vargas snarled, throwing me onto the bed in the room.

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“Good luck with that.” I replied.

Vargas growled, “Untie the bitch from the chair.”

Vargas‘ men untied the woman, removing the gag from her mouth. She screamed straight away “Please, please let me go. I won’t say anything please.”

“First shut your mouth. And, listen. We need you to make sure this, my soon–to–be wife, is ready for our nuptials and for us to consummate the marriage. If you don’t help her, we have even more men here that would like to take a turn with you. So many watched my second in command fuck you that they want turns,” Vargas said, before waving his men out, and leaving with them

The door slammed and locked behind us. The woman slipped off the chair and began crying. Footsteps outside retreated away from the door. I could still hear faint sounds outside the door. Sounds like they are discussing next steps.

I glanced at the woman, studied her long enough to know that she wasn’t really a threat. She was forced

into this. Not exactly sure how she was forced into this, but she was already bruised and battered. It was clear that she had been hurt, and by the sounds of it, r***d. I feel for her, and if I can get her out of here

alive, I will.

I turned to Prez. I need to check on his wounds. “Prez,” I whispered.

No response.

“Prez,” I said louder.

No response. I growled, and twisted hands while pulling them apart. The zip ties snapped. I tossed them aside and moved to Prez, noticing that the woman was watching me, no longer crying. I shook Prez’s shoulder, as I said, “Prez, Prez, wake up. Don’t go dying on me now.”

“I’m still here. It’s just getting harder to stay awake,” he whispered, barely opening his eyes.

“You are losing too much blood, and I don’t know what I can do to stop it,” I said, my voice cracking a little.

“It’s okay, Queenie. Just remember what you promised,” he whispered.

“Maybe I can help,” the woman behind me said, as she cautiously approached.

I turned to look at her, like really look at her. Why did I recognize her? “I am a doctor, a gynecologist. It’s not the kind of doctor he needs, but I might be able to help keep him stable,” she added.

“You are Doctor Allison Cook. You were reported missing yesterday,” I said.

She nodded, “That is right. They abducted me after I finished work the night before last. You can call me Allison.”

“If you can help him, then please,” I said.

Allison moved closer and began checking on Prez’s wounds. I pointed out his wounds, and she checked on them. “I am not too worried about the shoulder one, the bullet didn’t nick any blood vessels. It hasn’t

soaked through the qiaze you placed on the wound. But the bullet to the thigh, we need to get new gauze an it. I think it has nicked an artery. I don’t have the equipment nor the skill to fix it. He needs a hospital now,” she said.

“Fuck, the bedding on the bed. Would that work?” I asked.

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