Page 53 of Hell Bent

In the midst of fighting, the asshole manacled her hand and tackled her, forcing Sway underneath him. He held a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams as he reached between their bodies.

The intrusion of his fingers was painful. Thrashing her head back and forth, she tried to get his hand from her face. “Fight me, bitch. It’s more fun for me.” His voice growled in her ear as he continued violating her with his hand.

Angry tears ran down her face at feeling another man touch her. Her body rebelled against the intrusion, and it felt as if he was tearing her flesh. Closing her eyes tight, she grimaced at the pain and humiliation. Then, it stopped, and she felt him move back. Opening her eyes, she watched in horror as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out. “No, no, no,” Sway cried out, hoping there was someone who would stop him.

Standing up, Clay stripped off his clothes and stood over Sway, looking at her bruised face. Her makeup smeared from useless tears, he enjoyed the stark panic in her eyes as she looked up at him. Women needed to learn their place, and Sway would learn it. At least for a little while.

Once they were done breaking her, they’d dump her near a Scorpions known hangout and make a phone call to the Royal Bastards that she’d been seen there. And the war Dawson had been wanting between the two groups would start. Then, they could take over the area and no one would stop them.

Keeping his eyes on Sway, Clay grabbed the knife from his jeans and stepped back to the mattress. Standing over her, he stroked his cock. “You’re gonna scream, then you’re gonna fucking come for me, bitch. If you don’t come for me, I’ll cut your fucking nipple off your tit.” He flipped the blade open, making sure she saw it.

Sway stared at the knife. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. He kicked her legs apart, but still, she was frozen, staring at the long blade. He crawled between her thighs, then the knife was plunged into the mattress near her waist.

His hands shoving her thighs wider snapped Sway out of her fear.

Struggling to keep her in control, Clay attempted to fuck her. He hadn’t expected the bitch to be a fighter. She bucked, attempting to keep him from fucking her, and he could tell by the way she fought him that the sounds of him cursing laced with laughter as they fought angered her more.

Using her knees, she managed to toss him off, and his head slammed into the wall. She waited for him to come back swinging, but he didn’t. He lay motionless, slumped like a rag doll.

Yanking hard on the bindings, she felt it give way, allowing her other hand to be free. In a moment of pure adrenaline, she exploded, letting all of her fear and anger propel her to run.

Running through the open door into the hall, Sway looked back once and saw Clay still unmoving. Grabbing the doorknob, she quietly closed it, hoping to hide her escape. Looking up and down the hall, she didn’t know which wayto go. Heading toward the darkest end of the hall, she passed room after room that looked like sex rooms.

As she made the corner, she saw a neon sign lit up on a far wall that read ‘Funhouse’. Stunned by the realization she was where her brother probably died, she froze. Suddenly, Sway screamed as large hands grabbed her from behind. “Where are you running to, Sway?”

Closing her eyes, she recognized Dawson’s voice. “Lottie wouldn’t like you not playing nice,” he said. Before she could speak, a hand came across her face holding a cloth. Everything went fuzzy as she struggled to breathe.

“Take this bitch to the playroom” was the last thing she heard before succumbing to the darkness.

Chapter Thirty-Two

With no word from the Dead-Eye club, Teller made the call for the men to split up. There were too many roads that led off the main highway, so half went with Vicious and the other half went with him. The sound of more motorcycles roaring down the highway had Vicious glancing over as one came up beside him. Player signalled to him they needed to head west.

Signalling for Player to take point, Vicious had no problem dropping to Player’s six. There were more roads than they could cover, but they’d have to keep going until every single one had been run. Without knowing who Jerome Michel was working with, they couldn’t call other clubs for help. This needed to stay in-house for now.

Love is complicated,he thought. Emotions could have you spinning in one direction, then in a split second, something made you realize that some things were trivial. All that mattered to Vicious right at that moment was finding Sway.

He couldn’t lose her. Not now, not after he finally found his angel. The day was starting to fade on them. Soon, darkness would engulf the city. Sway had to be terrified.

They needed to regroup.

They needed a new plan.

He didn’t know where Teller and the brothers who went with him were. Vicious and his team had finished their grid and were heading back to the clubhouse. A few of the brothers who knew their way around a computer had remained at the clubhouse to help Sherlock dig into more camera surveillance.

Sherlock had started pulling up every camera that gave him different angles of Sway being taken along with the van moving through the city. Every time they lost sight of the van, Sherlock moved blocks ahead in every direction, searching every single frame he could find.

Parking his bike, Vicious quickly walked inside to see if anything new had been found.

They had searched for hours on the highway, sideroads, and every known hangout that Jerome Michel haunted. They looked for any sign of the van being deserted, which would let them know they’d switched vehicles. Vicious knew his brothers who were still out searching were doing everything possible to help locate her. Pacing back and forth, Vicious tried calming himself down.

“I can see your mind racing over there, and what happened wasn’t your fault,” Lottie said from behind him. Halting the pacing, he looked at the younger woman. He forgot she was at the clubhouse. She looked as if she’d just woken up. Her hair, which was never out of place, wasdishevelled, and her clothes were rumpled. Her feet were even bare.

“You don’t know that, Lottie.”

Rubbing her hands over her bare arms, Lottie shrugged. “Sway was digging into Tesh’s death hard until you two got back together. Dawson introduced her to one of his friends. The guy was scary. He gave Sway names of people to look into.”

Vicious stared off, seeing Teller and the others entering the room. “She said she decided to stop digging into it,” he said, keeping his eyes on the brothers as they walked farther in.

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