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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 5:36 pm
Black Black clapped Jasper on the back again. He turned and started for the door. "Later Jasper....oh...and play hard to get. Make Cadie work for your attention. Just trust me on this." Just then the blonde he had hooked up with stepped into the kitchen. She smirked at Black, then looked toward Jasper. "So that is Cadie's Jasper huh?" She walked over to him and looked him over from head to foot. "Cute...very cute...fit too." Tessa purred as she swatted his bottom. She turned back to Black, and walked passed him. "Thanks for last night, heading back to the hospital. Cadie is probably dying to head home." She flipped her golden silken locks over her shoulder as she exited the room. Black glared after Tessa. He was not happy with her flirting with Jasper. He wasn't happy with her disobedience, and he was even less happy she had just informed Jasper that his ex was in the hospital again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2016 9:55 pm
 Millie Ashby
It took no time at all, less than 10 minutes actually, to discover Wren was gone, but there was zero trail or clues to follow. She had simply vanished. Declan's first instinct was to yell at people, and punch things. Neither of which did much good, as he broke his hand hitting a metal locker. Ivan tried to brain storm with Millie, attempt to find a way to some clues. As far as he could see, talking to the Angel's would be the best asset, as they seemed to know where some of the hide outs were. Millie was trying hard to not involve outsiders in their matters, so she discarded that idea early on.
Wren's disappearance had the family frantic. For over 24 hours, they had combed Greensville, without a trace, nor could they find the Outcasts.
Millie's men had hacked into the surveillance cameras, traffic cameras, and police radios. Brenen was keeping a low profile, and Millie's instincts told her he was the one who had Wren somewhere, but she was at a loss. From her research, he seemed to have to family, friends or media networking profiles what so ever. He was a blank slate and completely off grid.
She knew if he had sold her in to the sex trafficking, she had a three day limit, or she'd lose Wren forever. Time was running out.
Desperations drove her to another level of ferocity, bringing her to the only people she knew had mutual relationship with the Outcasts was the Angel's. She hated to do it, but Ivan's plan was the only thing she had to go on.
After 15 minutes of research, she quickly tracked down their club house, where she was driven to as quickly was her SUVs could take her.
Ivan was frantic and chatted quickly, while Declan's way of showing his emotions on his sister's disappearance was to sit in sullen silence, glaring at everyone who so much as looked his way, family included. His broken hand was casted and tucked against his chest. Millie had a rage in her that felt like it would slice her to ribbons if she didn't kill someone soon, preferably Brenen. She wanted to feel his skin tear in her hands while she strangled him.
Once the Ashly's arrived at the Avenging Angel's Club House, Millie walked inside with a small army, guns pointed at the few members who were present.
"Call your President or Vice President please, someone of rank. It's incredibly important. No one needs to get hurt, I simply have some questions." Millie expressed in a charming, pleasant manner, but her dark eyes left no room for misunderstanding. She would kill anyone who disobeyed her, and she was vet clearly someone who was meant to be in charge.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 5:38 am
Titus Titus had been on his way downstairs when he heard the noise and commotion. Immediately a frown appeared on his face and he felt uneasy.Some of the women scurrying away to hide. Titus pushed through to see what had the house acting so strange. He came across Millie and her army. He was not liking the looks of this. He stepped forward, he was shirtless and wearing jeans and his socks. He felt a bit naked without his cut but he had only been coming down to get a snack. "I'm the V.P., Titus. I believe I met most of you. Wren's people...." He took another step toward the army, he didn't want to make them think he was trying anything. "We can talk in one of the conference rooms. Your scaring our women, and he have some children here. I rather the weapons not be out." He pointed to the empty room across the open area. "Right over there is the conference room. I will go in there, and you are free to join me. No tricks. I am clearly unarmed, and as I said....we have children here."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 4:01 pm
Millie Ashby
Millie purses her lips, but she knew the diplomacy of working with other criminal groups, and shows of good faith were vital for interaction. Not to mention, Wren seemed to favor him and his club, so he couldn't be all bad. The family's famous Gut Feeling was actually very reliable. She would trust her niece's judgement.
Millie waved her army off, asking them to take a step outside. "We don't want to scare the children, and we would never want to put any of you in danger." Her personal guards handed their guns off to other exiting members, before following their leader, and her two nephews, back to the room Titus had shown them.
Millie took a rather regal seat at the conference table, folding her hands on the table before her. Declan sat to her right, and Ivan to her left.
"I apologize for all of the army drama, but it was my intention to get your attention. This is a very important matter." She said primly, but her hands shook and she squeezed them together to keep them still. She would not cry in front of this stranger.
Declan cut in, sensing his Aunt's brimming emotions. His best guess was that she wouldn't finish the explanation without her voice breaking. His Aunt was a very proud woman, she wouldn't want an outsider witnessing her break down over her only niece's disappearance. He would need to keep it together for all of them, as Ivan was already beginning to become emotional, and they hadn't even mentioned Wren yet.
"You see, Wren has been taken. We believe strongly that Brenen took her. He's the only one with any kind of motivation. Neither of your groups has any idea who she's affiliated with, you are the only one who has even a small idea, and I really don't think either the Angel's or the Reapers are the kind of people to take an innocent woman hostage." Declan explained.
Millie cleared her throat thickly, "I'm concerned he may have sent her into the sex trafficking trade, so time may well be running out for her. But that's only an assumption, he may well be holding her somewhere, like the other girls that were taken, but we don't know where those girls were taken to even look there." Millie stated in a careful monotone.
"We have checked the cameras around both towns, police reports and radios, but Brenen has been careful. We were hoping your club would be willing to give us the locations those others girls had been taken to. We heard there were more than one." Ivan added, his voice cracked a few times, but he managed to get it all out.
"We did try every other option and followed every trail we had, to try to leave your group out of this, but we need your help." Millie sighed, "The Mob generally doesn't ask for help, but Wren is family, and my superiors have given the okay to ask for your assistance. The Irish Mob would owe you if you aid us in finding Wren."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 4:16 pm
Titus Titus was stunned and angry. If Brenen had her, he could be doing anything to her. The Outcasts were horrible, he heard what they had done to Grace the few times they had her in their hands. He stood up immediately, the chair he had been sitting in toppled over. He moved toward the door. "I can meet you out there. I know you don't want to waste anymore time. I will round up my men." He paused at the door. "I don't know if the Outcasts are now working alone or what. They were working with this drug dealer named Dylan. He got away..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 8:46 pm
Wren Ashby
The first day was spent mostly a blur, a fuzzy haze that she didn't remember much of. She could recall Brenen's face, as she lay on the concrete, tied up. He fed her, though she threw most of it up. Her stomach was rolling in fits from whatever drug he gave her. Mostly, she slept that day.
After that, she sat wide awake, blinded by the bright, stark walls. Her body ached from laying on the hard floor, but the chair was worse, it linked her spine, pinching nerves painfully. He never shut the lights off. Darkness, even pitch, she could have handled, she would have been okay with blindness. But this was a different kind of blind, it left a dull ache behind her eyes, and stayed with her even when she shut her eyes.
Wren felt suffocated, like there was a heavy weight on her. Being mostly immobile intensified the trapped feeling. She felt more exposed and naked in the white room and jacket than if he had ripped her clothes from her. It was like he'd seen into her soul and found the one thing she just couldn't handle.
She was a virgin, never had time for intimate relationships, and she'd take the agony of rape over this. She'd rather be beaten or starved. This kind of empty, lonely torture was giving her panick attacks.
Twice now, she'd hyperventilated herself into a black out. Not that it mattered, no one was there when she woke.
She was afraid to speak, her voice sounded wrong, like a taboo in this place, so she sat in sullen silence, shivering, even though she was hot in the jacket. In fact, it was sweltering hot in the thing, bulky and itchy. No potion, sitting or laying, was an escape from the many belts and buckles biting into her skin.
Time passed slowly. It could only be hours ticking by, but it felt like whole days. Weeks had passed in this hell, there was no way of gaging. It seemed like the moment she was about to break and have another panic attack from the claustrophobia and her bladder would explode, the aching in her stomach would consume her, Brenen would appear with a chain, which he would attach to a hook in the wall and to her wrapped up arms in the jacket. He would unbuckle the belts between her legs, pull her leggings and underwear off, and make her squat over a bucket. He stand there and watch, until she was relieved of everything in her body. Then he would but everything back on her, sit her down on the floor while he took a seat in the chair, and he would begin feeding her, followed by a drink, and another humiliating bucket break.
She never spoke, she just obeyed his monotoned commands, trying to figure out how to escape, but worried he had taken her far away. Millie would be searching the country for her. But what if she wasn't in the country anymore? Staying put would make it easiest to be found.
As soon as Brenen would leave, she felt the emptiness descend. Felt the air leave the room. She curled up on the floor, feeling her shoulders ache in the sockets from being trapped in the same position for so long. She stared blankly at the white paint. The perfect, shadeless white wash. Not a single shadow in the entire room, not even around the chair. It was eating at her. Everything felt numb, she'd lost feeling in her fingers, the choker belt around her throat cut into her neck, she could feel it rubbing raw. Everything was pain, a red fog over her mind. Time passed by, headless.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2016 9:38 pm
Millie Ashby
Millie watched him, gaging his reactions, deciding if he was genuine or not. She didn't get to her asteamed status by blindly trusting, but her gut told her he was sincere. It was a truly humane, concerned reaction.
"I will meet you there." She nodded curtly and stood. Her exit was flanked by her nephews and two guards.
Once outside, her men faced her, awaiting directions. Millie straightened her spine and took a deep breath, falling into her role as Mob Boss, though she really just wanted to crumble into a pile. Wren needed her to be strong right now, and that was far more important than herself."There is an abandoned Warehouse a little ways from here, we'll use the interstate to get there and start our search there, try to find any hints or clues." she used her hands to help emphasize the directions and importance of searching every inch of this warehouse. "We will be working with the Angel's, play nice, they have done us a great service in sharing their information."
She followed up with detailed directions of each man's job, directed who would be in which group, and sent everyone to their vehicles, following her own directions to go her SUV, Ivan and Declan in tote.
Once at the Warehouse, she instructed everyone to wait for the Angel's to arrive, just in case the man power was needed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 5:38 pm
Jasper The sip of coffee that was in Jasper's mouth, almost made it's way back into the cup as the blonde, who apparently knew Black, swatted his behind. What the Hell?! He looked from the blonde to Black, eyebrows raised at the two. Obviously she had been with the other man the night before. But now why was she down here commenting on him? Usually that never happened. Jasper shook his head and took another sip from the hot liquid in his cup. As the blonde left the room, his blue eyes looked to Black"So who's that, and why does she think Cadie's in the hospital again?"
The last he knew, Cadie had gone home last night. He hadn't heard of anything else happening, so why would she be anywhere else really. He knew Orion wasn't after her, and well Tommy had been taken care of. Plus Alex was gone and the sheriff already smartened up.So who else was there to hurt the woman?
As he waited for an answer, Jasper set down his coffee cup at the sound of a commotion in the main room. He quickly walked out of the kitchen with a frown. His hand quickly flew to his gun at all the drawn guns in the room. He was glad Titus showed up to deal with the woman demanding someone with rank. The VP quickly deescalated the situation, leading the woman and some of her men into a back conference room while the rest of her men filed out. Jasper had followed the group into the conference room, closing the door behind him. As the dark haired woman left with her men, he nodded to Titus,"I'll go with you."'Jasper knew as well as Titus where they had found the 3 girls almost 48 hours ago. He wasn't going to let a brother ride there alone either. Plus he had no need to return to the shop yet. 
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Friendly Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 7:27 pm
Titus Black glared after the blonde. Little b***h thought she would just undermine what he said! Joke was on her, Cadie would already be transferred and on psyche watch. He would see to it those two did not send anymore time together. The blonde was trouble, that much was obvious. From the way that she dressed to the way that she talked. Black knew he wanted nothing more that casual meaningless sex with her. He would set her a** straight though. Let her know he ran the damn show! "Erm...Not sure her name. I know she is a friend of Cadie's, and she is a handful. She thinks Cadie is in the hospital because....she was the one who called for the ambulance for Cadence. It's cool though! Cadie is tough, she is a survivor. Cadence will be home in a week of so. Nothing serious. Don't tell Rion. She will be fine. I am taking care of her for now. I didn't want you to know either. Didn't want you worrying about her. Your girl will be fine, better then fine! You have to trust me on this Brother." Black assured Jasper with a devilish grin. Upon hearing the noise Black followed Jasper out. Black shook his head upon hearing they took yet another woman. These animals needed to be put down. Every last one of them. He looked at Titus then Jasper. "I'll ride out with you two. These assholes need to be stopped for good."Titus ran upstairs and dressed hurriedly. He grabbed his weapons, through on his leather and boots, then headed downstairs. He went out to his bike to wait for the other two men. He knew Black was changing since he had been in his work out clothing. Black was out a few minutes later and the three men were off. Titus was pleased that despite not knowing Wren the men had come anyway. He didn't know her at all really himself either, but he was hoping he might have the opportunity to get to know her. Once the men were close to the warehouse they got off their bikes, and walked the short distance to the warehouse. Titus lead his trio of men over to Millie. He knew this was her show, and he would follow her lead. He knew she really did not care for any of their presence at this scene. "How would you like to do this ma'am?" He asked, his eyes on her face.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 9:23 pm
Millie Ashby
Millie didn't have to wait long. Titus rode up with two other men, wearing his cut. She was a little taken by surprise by how concerned he was for Wren. As far as she was aware, and she did her research, he really didn't know her at all. He was a true blue decent man. There were so few of those left. She did a quick once other to all three men as Titus gave her the lead.
"My men have been instructed on the searching procedure. We have to be fast, and careful. If he's with her in there, he might kill her out of spite for being caught." she explained calmly, though her heart was racing. Wren may well be tortured, and time was of the essence, but her Rush may also cause her death. "Once we have checked the entire warehouse, quickly, to ensure she isn't inside, we look for any clues the Outcast may have left behind in their rush to leave. We need something to go on in order to continue our search. I'm hoping they aren't dumb enough to still be hanging around a known location, and if they are, that they aren't dumb enough to engage in gun combat with us."
She truly did hope Wren was inside, it would simplify things, but she feared the condition she might be in after several days of being left to Brenen, the spiteful brat, for safe keeping.
"I've given instructions to follow your lead if you'd like to go inside, as you have actually been in there before and know your way around. But I also understand not wanting to be in the line of Fire. It's up to you, my men will either follow you in or head in at my command."
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 8:40 am
Titus Titus nodded his head in understanding. "I understand ma'am. Well then I think we should split up, and go in quietly but quickly. One of my men will each take a group of your men. I would like for you to stay with another group of your men, I am hoping Wren won't need much in the way of medical treatment. I can't say I am too optimistic about that though. The last trio of girls he took..." His eyes darkened and his face seemed to become very tense. "Men, I would like three groups. You will be following my men in. The raid on this warehouse provided several causalities the other day. We believe the enemy have fled from this place, there is no proof that they have or haven't. We may have some men in there. I am not interested in any hostages, hostages talk, so....we take them, keep them alive long enough to gather information, then kill them. We don't know if Wren is here, he have no idea what shape she is in. We want her back alive, so we do what we must to achieve that goal. We go in quietly but move quickly. We do not want to give them the opportunity to run, or move her. Otherwise we could lose her. We have little in the way of information about these men." Titus slipped into his bullet proof vest, and checked his weapon. Then he started forward, the men seemed to divide themselves and a group moved steadily behind Titus. He entered the warehouse and found it empty. They fanned out quickly and quietly. Searching room by room. He hesitated when he came to the first room where they had found Maralyn and Cadence. He prepared himself and opened the door. Dried blood and the tools of the torture artist still decorated the floor of the room. Titus swore he could still smell burning flesh. He was relived not to find Wren in this room, but at the same time his nerves were still knotting themselves up. Each room they searched and found made him a bit more anxious. Was she dead already? Were they not here? Were they too late? The next room was the one they had kept Grace in. Titus reacted no better to this room. He felt sick just entering these rooms. The horrible energies of what had transpired there seemed to linger in the air of these rooms.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:20 pm
Wren Ashby
Brenen was with Wren in the room. He had just relieved her over the bucket and was cleaning her up. She had become numb to the awkward, humiliation of him touching her. She felt dead inside. The minimal nutrition she had received had her dehydrated and dizzy, she could barely hold herself over the bucket.
Everything hurt. If she ever got out of here, she was going to join a political cause to have these things banned, straight jackets were NOT humane.
Brenen stood up suddenly, he had been crouching over her. He pulled something out of his pocket and was tapping it. She guessed it was his phone, he probably had a camera connected to his phone. She could hear very soft sounds from the other side of the door. He cursed under his breath, but her vision was foggy and constantly moving. Her stomach churned.
He abruptly dragged her to a wall and started hooking her up to chains. Then jabbed a syringe into her neck, followed by the dull, cold pain shooting through her veins that could only be a liquid concoction. She assumed it would be a seductive again, but instead of blacking out, everything went technicolored for a moment, then the nightmare began. Horrible monsters came out of the walls, all of them white, save one, a terrifying creature in hues of black and gray, standing where Brenen once did. It stuffed a gag in her mouth, smiling menacingly. Then it faded away, leaving behind all the white creatures. She screamed, but the gag kept all the noise muffled.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 2:27 pm
Brenen Lawrence
Once Brenen gave her the drug Dylan had been working on, he could see the panic in her face, the fear. He hoped they couldn't break her out of this room, so she'd be left in here with her nightmares. He pulled a ball gag over her mouth, latching it to her face so she couldn't pull it out, then tightened her neck belt so it was almost a choking feeling, without actually killing her. He knew it would cause a horrifying hallucination of being strangled.
He checked his phone for the cameras around the warehouse. They hadn't made it up stairs yet, they were being thorough on the ground floor. He silently crept out of the white room, quickly locked every lock, then snuck to the door to the landing, hidden in the metal work of the wall. It was the same secret door that many of the other Outcasts had escaped from days before. He had disappeared from the building and the property before anyone had even know he was there.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 3:53 pm
Titus Titus was finally approaching the small second floor. He was really hoping Wren was up here, and still alive. He tried to open the door. The door was locked, he tried once more. The door was definitely locked. There was no reason for the door be locked, unless something was being hidden. "Break this door down." Titus ordered the men. He stepped aside, praying they would not be retrieving Wren's dead body. Black's team had been unsuccessful in finding Wren so far. He had no idea if Jasper's team had been successful. So far the two teams had not met up.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 4:31 pm
Dereck Michael Thompson 
Dereck took a look at the computer screen, allowing himself to scroll down the page. "Let me pay for it. That is kind of expensive." He smiled, handing her back the laptop. There was a part of him that wanted to be excited about the baby, but he also was not excited. The idea of having his sister get pulled away from him and into this uncharted territory made him angry. But, he needed to remember to keep Lyn happy, and she said that he needed to open up about the idea because there was a baby in the mix.
He silently moved to the kitchen and made himself another beer, but this time he added a squeeze of a lime and some salt.
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