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He appears confused, like he doesn’t have a damn clue what I’m talking about. He advances on me and I know I can’t defend myself against him. He has a good forty pounds on me.

“I always knew you were a slut. You spread your legs so easily for me. Fuck, you spread you legs for everyone!”

Shawn lunges and I try to run past him, anything to get away and get help. He catches me by the waist and throws me to the sofa. His weight on me is heavy and terrifying, but I keep kicking and struggling.

“Keep fighting me, whore! Makes this funner!”

“That’s right! I’m a fucking whore! I love when he fucks me!” I scream in his face, clawing my nails down his cheeks. He grabs my wrist and headbutts me.

Blood from my nose pours into my mouth, choking me. I cough and sputter. This cannot be the way I die. Not at his hands.

“You aren’t getting off that easily, cunt!”

Shawn drags me off the sofa, my knees and elbows getting carpet burn as he positions me over the coffee table. He pushes my head down, holding it there while he unbuttons his jeans.

“You think this makes you a man? It makes you less of a man!”

I grip the edge of the table and use it to push back, doing everything in my power to stop Shawn but he’s just too strong. He punches me in the head and arms, beating me into submission. With my arms now pinned beneath me, it’s impossible for me to stop him. I cry out in pain and anger when he shoves his dick inside me.

“Whoo! That’s right, you fucking whore!” he screams with a laugh.

“Fuck you!” I scream.

He holds my phone out, videoing his atrocious act. “Smile, bitch. You’re on camera.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I vow.

Then, I go completely numb. Blocking out everything he’s doing to me. No tears. No begging. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

23

Zeke

The meeting spot is one of our warehouses just outside of town. We rarely use it, so if this is where they’re holding the princess, it’s a good spot. I pull in and park my bike, looking around to make sure I’m not about to be jumped. Hawk is waiting for me, Shawn at his side.

“Are the two of you fuck buddies or something?” I tease.

“You’re dead, motherfucker!” Shawn hisses, and I notice claw marks on his cheeks.

“Guess I know which one of you is the woman in the relationship. Hawk, I’m shocked.”

Shawn draws his gun and I quickly do the same, my finger on the trigger. Hawk pulls his gun, aiming it at me.

“Enough! I’m giving you one more chance to join me. We have Sergei’s daughter. We could get at least half a million for her, Widow.” Hawk suggests. “Just call your guy in Vegas, set everything up, and we’re back in business. We can run the club together!”

He doesn’t have a buyer yet. No one in their right mind would go against the Russians.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not contacting him? If Snake knew what you were doing, he would fucking kill you!”

As I yell at him, I pray Hammer is able to get here with Snake. If Snake doesn’t believe him, I’m screwed. Hawk has no doubt told Sergei that I’m the one responsible for his daughter’s kidnapping. If he can’t sell her, he’ll at least want the glory for bringing her back.

“My father won’t do shit! He’s weak and no longer fit to run the Devils. Once I take over, I’m rebuilding the Devils to our former glory. Whoever doesn’t like it can get voted out! We’re like fucking angels compared to who we used to be and I’m sick of this shit. We were the most feared MC in Grants Pass and Iron Forge. Making good money and expanding our territory until the Rebels meddled in our business. Don’t you want to get revenge on Torch and his family for what he did?”

My need for vengeance is what nearly got me voted out of the club. Damn, it’s what got me shot. I was blinded with hatred for Torch and his old lady. I would’ve done anything to send them both to their graves. Now, I just want the club to accept me and trust me the way they used to.

“At one time I did. Now, I realize that comes with a cost, Hawk, and you need to stand down or this won’t end well for you.”

If Snake doesn’t kill him, I will. If he destroys everything I’ve worked for, I’ll take his life without a second thought. The club is all I have and if I’m going to lose it, he’ll be a fucking goner.

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