Page 40 of Filthy Hot

“Indeed,” he murmurs. “Except you are not your own,” he begins.

“She’s mine,” Xavier shouts.

Matthew chuckles. “She is not,” he says, his gaze focused on mine. “She belongs to the Dark Horse MC.”

My heart slams against my chest. I want to deny him that, but I know exactly what he’s saying. The name on Rider’s vest says Dark Horse MC, and he does own me, but not the same way Xavier wants to.

The thought of never seeing Rider again makes me want to throw up. He owns every piece of me. This man I’ve just met, this stranger.

He owns me—and I want him to

“The woman has just realized that she is indeed…owned,” Matthew murmurs, then lets out a chuckle.

He thinks this is funny.

I’m glad for it because at least he isn’t looking at me with his calculating gaze. Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I think about Rider. I want him right now. I couldn’t tell him that he owned me in any way, not yet, but I could at least show him.

I want to show him.

Sitting here in this chair, tied up like an animal, I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance.

My heart aches at the thought. I try not to show it, but I’m sure I fail miserably. I want Rider. I want every part of him, and also, selfishly, I want him to save me. I wish for him to save me.

“She is mine,” Xavier grinds out. “Nobody else’s.”

Then, as if it happens in an instant, Matthew reaches out and backhands Xavier, sending him flying to the floor. My eyes widen, flicking between the floor and Matthew. I don’t trust Matthew at all, but right now, I have a little more respect for him than I did an hour ago.

“Shut the fuck up,” Matthew barks. “Just shut the fuck up.”

I wish I could stand up and walk away. I wish I could disappear. But I can’t. I’m stuck tied to this chair. I’m stuck staring at them. I’m frozen. I want to say something, but I know I can’t. I want to scream. But there is nothing I can do.

So, I sit in the chair and watch.

“Why did you bring me here?” Xavier asks. “Why did you want me to help you?”

Matthew smirks. “You were going to fuck everything up, boy,” he sneers. “You were going to walk into that bar and kidnap my leverage.”

Then I watch, in horror, pleasure, I’m not even sure what. A million emotions flash throughout my entire body. Inside andout, working their way through me as Matthew reaches into the jacket of his suit, brings out a gun, and points it at Xavier’s head.

Before the trigger is pulled, the door to the room opens, and another suited man is standing in the doorway. “We need to pack her up and move. They are with the boss right now, and I got the text.”

Matthew chuckles, putting his gun back in the holster. “Saved by the text… this time.”

I’m gathered up, cuffed, but at least able to stand and move as I’m taken to the back of a van. I don’t know where we are, but the van is in a garage, so even if I tried to look around, I’m not able to see anything or even guess at our locations.

I climb into the van. I want to scream, fight, and try to run. I can’t. Unfortunately, Xavier is tossed into the back of the van as well. But fortunately, he is as tied up as I am. He can’t hurt me except to say mean things about me and stare at me.

“I’ll kill you,” he hisses. “I’m going to fuck you, then kill you.”

It’s my turn to be a bit cocky. My lips twitch into a smirk. “You won’t fuck anything,” I say. “These men, they’re going to fuckyou.”

And that is the last thing I say to Xavier. The van pulls away, and we’re driven somewhere else. I hope that wherever we go, I am given the opportunity to know that Xavier has disappeared for good. No matter how that happens.

It’s even clearer to me now that this man will stop at nothing to hurt me. To own me. To kill me. And I want no part of it. I refuse to die by this man’s hand. I have been on the run for four long years.

I am not running anymore.

Now it’s his turn to be the hunted.

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