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Who is he calling fat?

I bite my tongue as he reaches inside and pulls me out of the trunk roughly. I think it’s hilarious that he’s having a hard time carrying me.

I’m not too fat, he needs to do more push-ups.

He carries me over his shoulder. I crack open my eyes a little, knowing he can't see my face, and see that we are literally in the middle of nowhere with trees surrounding us. The main road is nowhere in sight.

A door is thrown open to an old building, we step inside and the smell is what hits me first. It smells like piss and the nasty BO of someone who hasn’t bathed in so long.

I’m set down hard on the ground and I try not to cry out in pain because of my head. I probably have a concussion, and my ribs are screaming at me. He probably banged them when he put me in the trunk.

“Fucking bitch needs to lay off the cake,” he insults me again. I can smell the smoke radiating from him.

I hear a door creak and the sounds of two more sets of footsteps enter whatever room he has put me in.

He didn’t even tie me up.

“You were supposed to get the kids.”

My eyes shoot open at the sound of the woman speaking, my heart beating so hard in my chest, because hell no.

It’s Selene, and right next to her is Sabrina grinning like she has won. “Well, the kids were too protected, so I grabbed her instead,” the man says, and I finally get a good look at him.

He is wearing a cut that says, Twister, Devils Bastards, so his name is Twister, and he is gross. His hair is greased completely over, and his skin has an oily sheen to it.

Selene looks worse than I’ve ever seen her. No longer put together, she looks like death, and it gives me great satisfaction knowing that I’m the cause of it.

Sabrina is wearing a miniskirt so small it’s practically a belt. She is who I hate the most, the one I’m going to love ending.

Sabrina walks over to Twister, kissing him on the cheek. “You did good, baby.”

He doesn’t even acknowledge that she kissed him as he smokes a cigarette, acting bored.

“So, tell me, how did you girls connect?” I sit up from the floor and onto my feet, and this causes Twister to take notice of me.

If they were smart, they would have tied me up.

“I was watching the clubhouse because I wanted my daughter back that you kidnapped.” Sabrina glares at me. “You stole her from me. Selene saw I was in distress, and we made a plan together to get back what belongs to us.”

I roll my eyes, I can’t help it. I look at Twister. “Did she tell you that she is a cracked-out whore who just wants money? Because that’s it,” I tell him, and he shrugs.

“The bitch told me she is going to come into a lot of money if I snatch the kid, because you’re loaded. So, I figured taking you would be even better.”

“All of you are going to die, you won’t be breathing by nightfall,” I declare, knowing it’s the truth as the Sinners will find me.

That seems to piss off Twister, but I can see the slight fear in his eyes. You would have to be dumb if you didn’t fear the Sinners.

“Someone scared?” I shouldn’t mock him. His eyes flare in anger, and he runs to me, grabbing me by my hair and wrenching my head back. I almost scream from the pain in my head.

But I don’t make a sound.

“Oh, hurt me more. Everything you do to me is going to be ten times worse for you,” I say right in his face. He is pretending to be tough, but he is a pussy.

His nostrils flare, and I smirk. Twister drops his head back and then slams it into my cheek, butting me hard.

“Ouch, what are you, three? My toddler doesn’t even headbutt,” I tell him, rubbing my cheekbone where he hit me.

His body is shaking from fury. Damn, he sure is easy to rile up. This time, he rears his hand back as far as he can, smacking me hard across the other cheek. I can feel the blood filling my mouth from the hit.

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