Page 149 of Wife Number One

I only had to wait a second for the slow, snakelike grin to spread across his face. He leaned across the console and picked up his phone, pressing a button on it so the small screen lit up his face in the dim light. “Steve,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re good to go on in there and party it up with Chaos’s girl, right? Want a sneak peek of what she’s doing in there? I figured he might need some encouragement so I had Thunder send me a homemade movie.”

I froze as sounds of a party poured through the tinny speakers on Luca’s phone, a video rolling.

Steve let out a holler. “Big titty baby, come at me!” He glanced past Luca at me. “She dance like that for you, Chaos? All big tits in your face?”

Luca turned the phone around and let the video play for me.

Kara, still dressed in the clothes she’d been wearing at the movie, danced on a table with two other women, both in various states of naked. She swung her hips side to side, swaying seductively, her eyes closed.

Around her, a large crowd of bikers watched on. Some threw money at the women. Some catcalled and whistled. Hands reached for her, running dirty fingers up her calves and thighs, that she seemed wholly unaware of in her drunk or drugged state.

Something deep inside me erupted into anger as men around her started undoing their pants, stroking their cocks, getting off on watching her when she was too fucking out of it to consent.

“That’s your girl, right, Chaos?” Luca asked innocently. “You just gonna leave her in there for that entire club to plow like a field?”

Hawk had turned her into one of his club sluts.

Over my fucking dead body was another man going to use her the way Caleb had. Or hold her against her will the way I had.

Luca tossed the keys back at me. “Make the delivery, Chaos. Go get your woman. We both know you aren’t going to stand here doing nothing, knowing those men are going to take whatever they want from her pretty little pussy.”

Luca held the keys out the window again, and when I didn’t make a move to take them, he dropped them at my feet. His tires spun in the gravel, and I turned away instinctively, shielding my eyes.

By the time I turned back, he was gone.

Leaving me alone with a van full of women I didn’t know.

And one I did, just a few miles away inside the Slayers’ clubhouse, surrounded by men who didn’t give a flying fuck about what kind of state she was in. Just that she was there, and theirs for the taking if they so felt like it.

But I couldn’t drive in there and swap these women for the one I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“Get out,” I muttered to the woman closest to the door.

She stared up at me with huge eyes that leaked with tears as I untied her restraints. When her hands were free she pulled the gag from her mouth.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

I shook my head, unable to even look at her. “Help the others.”

She did, turning to the woman next to her and yanking off her bindings. I did the same to a dark-haired woman to her left.

Her cheeks were wet from crying. “You’re letting us go?”

I nodded, not caring about the consequences, only knowing that I had to get to Kara and this van was my way in. But I wasn’t driving it past those gates with these women in the back.

“Where are we supposed to go?” one of the women asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Another gazed around wide-eyed. “We’re in the woods! You can’t just leave us here!”

It was near pitch-black, and we were in the middle of nowhere. But other cars would drive past eventually. Someone would come. “You can hitchhike. Go back into town. Into the police station. Someone will help you. But it can’t be me. Just go. Please. Just fucking get out and run.”

Headlights lit up the road once more, and I shouted to the first woman. “Hail that car down!”

There were still five more women in the van, all of them making desperate noises behind their gags.

I couldn’t get to them fast enough. Kara’s face was all I could see in each of their terrified eyes.

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