3rd person's POV// trigger warning! mature contect, mentioning of abuse, hurt, angst and cruelty

Sullivan already waited for the MCs to get to the point where they decided on meeting up. His informant texted him, they still are at the warehouse and nothing had changed, except that Poppy isn't that little girl she made everyone believe she was. The MC's arrived at their destination a few miles away from the warehouse and got out of their vehicles. All decided to skip their bikes and come in cars and vans, keeping the noise at a minimum.

Owl and King stepped forward, followed by Iarann and Sarge. "Anything new on the front?", King asked, not sure if he really wanted to get an answer. "All is settled. Ma contact texted ma, the girl and yar guy are alive, still pretty beat up though. Believe ma when I say, tha girl ain't what she made yar guys believe... she's a tough cookie." The four guys changed a look. "Why? What happened?" Sullivan chuckled. "My informant told me she bit off the ear of her uncle." Dumbfounded the guys looked at each other and then they started grinning. "I guess she really is Bullet's girl now... only he would pull off stunts like that...", Sarge said with a mixture of acknowledgement and pride in his voice.

"All right. Shall we pull through with the plan now? I want both of them as fast as we can sound and safe at home.", King stated and let his knuckles popp. Sullivan handed him a pair of field glasses. "Ma guys already are positioned around tha building, three on tha left, three on tha right, five on top and two inside. Tha others are just waiting for orders, just like yar guys. It is silent for now." King nodded and looked at the points where Sullivan gestured before. "Sounds good. Let's head down there then. Come on folks, let's bring the party to this son of a bitch."

Bullet's POV

Poppy sat still beside me, her hands fidgeting with a loose thread on her pants. "Baby, talk to me." Poppy looked at me in the dim light of the room. "What else is there to talk about... we are held captive for how long now? Do you really think someone is going to get us out of here? I really doubt it..." I swallowed hard. "Don't say that. I know they'll come." "Yeah sure... they'll find us, when you are beaten dead and I am gutted out, so no worries here..." Sighing at her words, I knew there was a big chance to end like she said. Still I couldn't wrap my head around that my club won't help us out here. That wasn't our policy inside of the club. Not knowing what to say, I just looked at Poppy. Her face still showed the remains of her uncle's blood, the bags underneath her eyes were pretty dominant, too. I couldn't help myself and started to chuckle. Poppy looked at me like I was going crazy and fuck, maybe she was right, but her appearance was worth a hell of a sight. "Damn, girl, you look like some ancient goddess... the grim look and the blood in your face... if I didn't know you, I would piss myself, being to afraid to get your attention..." A small smile cracked her lips, I knew she was fighting against it. My hand took hers in mine. "You are my warrior goddess. And I wouldn't have it any other way." The girl next to sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I don't want to talk that way, but this room drives me nuts." "It's okay, love. I get it." I kissed her forehead. "You know, I would do anything to protect you... and I literally mean anything." She stated quietly. "You showed me how a real life looks like, how it is to have a purpose to get up every day. I am really grateful for that." "Poppy stop it. Both of us, will walk out of this cage hand in hand. And before anything happens to you, you know I would catch a bullet for you, my love." A rattling on the door let us both look up. "I am honestly not worried about bullets, I am more worried about shredded to pieces...", she stated dryly and held my hand in a tight grip.

The door opened and revealed four men, two of them the personal lackeys of Cameron. "Let's get both of you to the boss, shall we? Time for another chat, lovebirds."

The next thing I knew was getting hit by something hard on my head and falling into unconsciousness.

3rd person's POV

The resistance guys and all MC members inched closer to the warehouse. All of them armed to their teeth. Step by step they circled the building and sullivan gave orders over his communication system to take out the guards of the English prick. Slowly they made their way to the entrance of the warehouse. It was a dirty place, a place that once used to be a for butchering cattle.

The guys, especially the MC members of all kind got a little restless. None of them were used to wait, usually they handled their business in their own way, but they kept it to themselves, only sporting grim expressions.

"Watchtower, clear. Front entrance, clear. Side entrance, clear. Entrance on the back, clear.", the voice said through the headset and Sullivan gave the hand motion to get inside.

Back in the clubhouse everything was silent. The kids played in one of the dorms, watched by a prospect, while the grownups sat in the common area, waiting for a sign of the guys. Lilian was smoking one cigarette after the other, being full aware that her nerves got the best of her. Scotch and Bear played a game of poker, to keep themselves busy. Andy and three hangarounds guarded the compound, fully aware of their surroundings. Lilian got up from her seat at the bar and went into the kitchen. She tried to get rid of the bad thoughts in her head, by keeping herself busy with cooking. Not long after Scotch and Bear followed her into the kitchen and gave her a hand, working silently side by side to prepare a meal for everyone when they finally get home.

Inside the warehouse there was barely any light. Sullivan suggested last night at the table that they probably should split up, to look for the two held captive, to have a better searching range. They had enough manpower with all the guys involved and because of the communication system they would stay in contact and each party would know if the other was getting themselves into trouble. The guys of the resistance split up, one crew went into the right hallway with Owl and his guys, the other went into the other direction with King and his mates.

Room for room they rated the building.

"We got a few hostages. All younger, all female. We bring them outside to the vans.", Owls voice came through the headset. "Fuck. More hostages? We better get this shithead, like now!", the Devil's Eyes president growled to his crew.

Poppy's POV

I opened my eyes and realized I was cuffed to a chair. Again. Frantically I looked around and my heart skipped a beat, when I saw Tommy, in the same condition I was in, on my right a few inches away. He looked at me, nodding at me. "I am here babe." But before I could respond to him, the door opened and my uncle and his lackeys stepped inside the barely lit room. This time he wore another suit and the side where his ear used to be was bandaged. "Good midday you two. I hope you enjoyed the night and the presence of each other?" He smiled grimly at the both of us, making my stomach twist and turn. "Oh, what happened to you? Did you swallow your tongue? No witty remarks from the both of you? Well that is a first..." Cameron came closer and seated himself in the chair in front of us. All of a sudden Tommy cleared his throat and grinned at my uncle. "Oh dear... what happened to your ear? The last time I saw you it was still here..." He chuckled. "See what I did there? It rhymed." Rolling my eyes at him and his cocky behavior, I watched my uncle. His lips pressed together in a small line. "Glad, to be here for your amusement, Mister Campbell. But I need you for showing the little miss next to you, how someone gets treated, when they behave like she did yesterday.", he said in his finest British English. "Daniel, do me a favor and show my niece the treatment she normally would get, when she pulls stunts like yesterday. " The guy named Daniel stepped forward. "Oh look, Poppy, it's Crabbe and Goyle. The similarity is asto-...." Tommy's sentence ended in a huff, when the guy hit im in the stomach. Hard. I screamed out his name, tears starting to ran over my face. "Look, Poppy, I really hate to do that to your boyfriend, but your actions didn't gave me another choice. Continue." Blow after blow hit Tommy in the guts. "Not so sassy anymore, huh? Big bad biker boy.... don't you see, he isn't good for you? He promised you false promises and now all he does is whimpering." "Leave him alone, uncle. He doesn't mean anything to you!", I cried, being absolutely unable to take my eyes away from the cruelty. Cameron lifted his hand and Daniel stopped immediately with his procedure to hurt Tommy. "You know you are right, he doesn't mean anything to me. But he obviously means everything to you. So instead of physically hurting you, I am going to break you by hurting your dear boyfriend." "Leave...her...a-alone....a-asshole..." Tommy spat out in between ragged breaths, his voice full of venom and hatred. "Well and because I can't stand him. He is unpolite and rude. Continue Daniel. Maybe you use your tools this time." My uncle smiled at me, and fear took over my body. "No, no, no... please... don't! Please!" But it was to late. Daniel returned to Tommy with a scalpel and started to cut his skin. Not to deep, but Tommy closed his eyes in pain. I yelled, cried and fought against the shackles holding me in place. "Now, now, Poppy. I guess you are willing to talk to me now..."

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Woah, second chapter in one day.... I guess I am getting my groove back 😂

Be prepared for the next one, lovelies!

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