Page 49 of Dark As Coal

No, I let my eyes do the talking for me. Telling her exactly what I thought of her.

She was nothing but a two-faced, cum dumpster, America’s Next Twat Model, bitch.

“Now, with you gone, I’ll be able to make him fall for me.” She was officially delusional. Straight-up delusional.

But that was when some man stepped from the hallway, pulled a cigarette pack from his leather jacket, tapped it on his palm, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and then took a drag, and asked, “You know, no one has told me exactly who this woman is.”

That was when Angelyn simply smiled, “It doesn’t matter. Because she doesn’t matter.”

And I swear to god, I couldn’t keep the words in, “Right. But I matter to him. You better take that money and run. Run as fast as those short-ass legs of yours can run. And hide. You better hide, you fucking cunt. Because once my ol’ man learns it was you that handed me over to these men…” I stopped.

Let the silence wrap around me and then finish with, “You're going to get real acquainted with his shed. Believe me, I’ve seen the inside of it. I was able to walk out of there after he fucked me against the wall. But you… well… you won’t be getting out of there. At least not with breath still in your lungs and blood in your veins. But hey, to each their own and all that.”

No one said a word. No one.

Not when Angelyn simply huffed, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and walked out.

The same man that was smoking his cigarette stepped closer to me and asked, “So, just who do you belong to?”

I didn’t say a word to him.

I just stared at him.

And then, apparently, he didn’t like being ignored. And I knew that when his hand came up and then down and struck the right side of my face.

I moved my head to the side, bit my bottom lip, and then snarked, “He’s going to eat you.”

And when the man snarled and moved to strike me again, I still didn’t say a word.

Both sides of my face were burning, but I still didn’t utter a word.

Not until he did the one thing that would guarantee I would talk.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at my stomach.

No one hurt my baby. No one.

Therefore, I then took great pride in telling him just who I belonged to, “I belong to Coal.”

The man lost the anger on his face, his gun lowered slightly, and then I watched as that anger was replaced by… fear.

Chomp.

Then the man stuttered, “Your… you're telling me…. You belong to Coal?”

I nodded.

“Coal?” Was the man deaf? I said Coal.

Therefore, I bugged my eyes out at him asking me that again and nodded.

Yeah, the man knew who I belonged to, and I knew this when his voice got shaky, “Coal? The Icer for Zagan MC?”

I nodded, “Yes. I have his mark on the back of my shoulder. I was grabbed before I could put my property kutte on after I got off work.”

He didn’t say a word, he simply moved around me with a rush in his steps, pulled out a knife and suddenly, my hands were free.

Tiny pinpricks of pain raced up my arms and into my shoulders.

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