Page 84 of Charger

The man stalks slowly to me with such evil in his eyes. Evil that’s even stronger than Scorpion’s. He tilts my head up, so I’m forced to stare at him, slowly moving it from side to side. “Her cheekbones are impeccable. And her skin is that of an angel’s. Just heavenly.” He does another look over, stepping back. “Stand up, girl.” My heart skips a beat and the room spins. “Stand. Up. Now.” His voice is stern but still eerily calm. I rise without any confidence because, well, what’s one to do, when this sort of man is glaring at you like this? Sizing you up like his property. A man who might be buying you off as a sex slave.

He takes a step closer to me and my body freezes. Venom and Scorpion are watching like it’s a free movie showing. “Her body is exquisite. Maybe I’ll use her as one of my private dancers.” He leans his head into my neck, breathing in deeply. “Lavender, it’s such a delicate scent.” His fingers graze my skin as they travel down my shoulder, skimming my breast before trailing over my waist.

“Would you like to sample the goods before purchasing?” Scorpion’s voice carries over the shoulder of the man who is standing about three inches away from me. No. Please say no. I won’t be able to survive this mentally. I am not that strong. I’m not.

The man grins. “Is there a private room we can go to?”

My stomach twists, bile rising up in my throat—sheer panic at its best. I step back, hitting the chair with the underside of my legs, but the guy grabs hold of my waist while locking my arms behind me. Tears stream down my face and I want to scream. But what good is it? We’re in the middle of the woods. Who would hear me anyway?

“There’s a bedroom down the hall.” Scorpion smirks.

I’m numb; my body is numb. There’s nothing I can do. Nothing. I look at Venom, who seems to have all the color drained from his face. But I lose any hope when he walks away, following Scorpion. The door closes behind them, leaving me, the mafia guy and his two lackeys.

“All right, sweetheart, it’s time for a little fun.”

“Y-you don’t have to do this. Is it money you want? I have it. I own a bar, so I make pretty decent money. I promise I’m good for it.” That last part squeaks out as a hiccup of sobs escape me.

He brushes a strand of hair away from my tear-soaked face. “Shh, sweetheart. I don’t do this for the money. If you knew who I was, you would know I already have all the money in the world.” He spins me around so fast my back is flush against his front, and I can feel his hard-on pressed into me.

He walks us forward down the hall, but I try with all my might to fight him. He’s just too strong. I’m practically skidding across the floor, burying the weight of my heels into the hardwood. As he pushes me into the bedroom, I’m tossed so hard that I land face down on the bed. He shuts the door, locks it, and starts undoing his tie.

“No, no, p-please, don’t.” My voice is unrecognizable. The sobs are uncontrollable.

He walks closer, stalking me like prey, then shrugs his suit jacket off and climbs on top of me. Holding onto my wrists and raising them above my head, he leans down and takes a long whiff, like he’s smelling roses. Fucking psycho. I twist my head to the side, burying my cheek into the bedsheet that smells like mildew.

“I’ll make this very enjoyable for you.”

I start kicking, thrashing. “No! Get off me!” I move with panic in his grip, cry, scream, kick. He holds my wrists together with just one hand and grabs my breasts with his other. He then pulls the zipper down on the side of my dress. “He’s going to fucking murder you. Do you hear me? He’s going to fucking kill you!” I scream in his face and he smirks.

“I don’t know who you’re referring to, sweetheart. But he isn’t here, now is he?”

He’s right… he’s not. My Zach, my Charger. He isn’t here.

He continues to tug at my dress, slipping it down to my ankles. He studies every inch of my almost naked body and it makes me nauseous. I refuse to give up. I can’t give up.

Just as I’m about to fight more, I hear the sounds of motorcycles outside and my body (despite this current situation) roars with excitement. Is it them? Gunshots echo back, followed by shouting.

It has to be them.

His attention goes straight to the chaos outside and I take this as my chance. In one quick motion, I jerk my knee up, striking him in the only proof of manhood he has left.

“Fucking bitch.” He doubles over breathless before releasing a cry of pain.

I dart toward the door, unlock it, and whip it open. I walk slowly against the wall, making sure no one is there. I still hear a lot of commotion outside, yelling, more gunshots. God, I hope it’s them. When I see that I’m in the clear, I open the back door, cautiously lurking around each corner. I hear Chain’s voice and then Zach’s. My heart stills. His voice is pure comfort so I follow it. There are some bodies (unrecognizable Skulls members) lying motionless on the ground. I step over them and, in the distance, I see Zach. He’s shouting something—likely threats. The sound is muffled and my vision blurs from the tears.

I call out to him, but he doesn’t hear me. My voice is still too faint. Then I start walking in his direction and yell one more time. “Zach!”

The men still, and Zach drops the guy he’s holding by the shirt. “Jules!” I start to run, only now realizing I’m in my lace bra and thong panties. But I don’t care. I just run. As I make it to the front of the house, someone jumps out in front of me, spins me around, and locks my arms behind my back. A knife is held to my throat, the sharp tip piercing into my skin.

I was so close.

“Drop the guns or I fucking slice her throat.” It’s the asshole who tried to rape me. He’s shirtless, his hair disheveled with sweat beading down his face. “She’s mine! No one else’s.”

“She’s not fucking yours. Let her go.” Zach inches closer.

Chain and the others lower their weapons. Venom is pinned against a tree by Tank, but Scorpion is nowhere to be found. I blink the tears away, letting them stream down my face. My body is exhausted, I’m exhausted, and I just want this to be over.

I jump when the sound of flesh being punctured fills my ears. Then a gargle emits from my captor as he hits the floor. Blood seeps from the bullet hole in the man’s neck. It all happens so fast.

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