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The other guy checks his phone. “The van is here. I’ll start loading.”

“Just you and me now, Te-Te-Tessa,” the man holding me hisses in my ear. I swallow the lump of anxiety in my throat. “How do you know him?”

“I don’t,” I say, shaking my head and causing his hold to pull tighter. I wince. “It was a hook-up app.”

“Show me,” he snaps, running his hand down my side until he finds my mobile in my back pocket. He holds it in front of me and the facial recognition opens it.Fuck. Now what?

“Look,” I begin, holding up my hands in a placating manner, “I don’t want to be here any more than you do. Just let me leave and we’ll pretend we never met.”

“Nice try,” he mutters, scrolling through my apps, looking for one I know he won’t find.

“I deleted the app,” I lie.

He tugs my head back harder, and I cry out. “You better start talking, bitch, cos I’m losing my patience.”

“Okay,” I yell. “Okay.”

The other man returns, tucking his mobile away. “We gotta take her,” he says.

I shake my head. “No, please. I didn’t see anything. I won’t say anything to anyone. Please.” I’m openly sobbing, but I don’t care. I can’t go with these men.

The man holding me keeps my phone and uses my hair to direct me from the basement. He doesn’t seem to care I have nothing on my feet.Why the fuck did I take my heels off?Not that I could run in them anyway.How the hell did my life turn tothis?I almost scoff at myself out loud. I know exactly how—Alec fucking Clay.

Chapter Two

Pit

I use tape to secure the woman’s hands behind her back, then I crouch before her to do the same to her ankles. That’s when I notice there are no shoes on her feet. I glance up in confusion, right as she kicks me in the balls. I groan, dropping to my knees, and she shoves me hard so I fall back. She’s out the van and running before I can even call to Shadow, who’s still loading crates in the back.

“Fuck,” I mutter, jumping to my feet and running after her.

She’s short, like five-foot-three at most, and her hands are taped behind her back, so it’s seconds before I’m right behind her. She stumbles, falling to the ground and rolling a few times before coming to an abrupt stop. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her to her feet. She cries out, and I sense her frustration as I wrap my free hand around her neck. She gasps, and I press my forehead to hers. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” I growl, squeezing harder.

Her eyes meet mine, the blue shining under the moonlight, and then she relaxes. It’s an odd reaction to the pressure I’mplacing on her throat while still holding her hair in my fist. Usually, they kick and flail about, but this bitch . . . she’s looking me dead in the eye, as if daring me to end her life. Her small hand takes my wrist gently and then she closes her eyes.

“What the fuck?” I snap, shoving her back, and she stumbles, almost landing on her backside. She’s freaking me out. “Don’t run again or I’m gonna slit your throat, are we clear?” Without another word, she heads back to the van and slides into the backseat. I stare after her in confusion before catching Shadow’s eye.

“You okay, brother?”

“The bitch just kicked me in the balls,” I say, as if that explains it all, and then I head after her.

She’s staring straight ahead. This time, when I slide my hand down her bare leg, she allows me to wrap the tape around her ankles. “Where are your shoes?” I ask.

“Fuck you.”

I snigger.That’s more like it.“Fine, stay barefoot.” I slam the van door and lean against it, taking out a cigarette and lighting it while ignoring the throbbing ache in my balls.

Once the van is loaded, I head back inside and empty the contents of a petrol can around the body. I light it and leave, not bothering to look back. The fucker should never have crossed The Chaos Demons.

Back at the clubhouse, Axel holds his head in his hands. “We need to find out who this Alec fucker is. And that bitch needs hiding until I decide what to do with her.”

“She’s given us nothing,” says Grizz.

“She’s a witness,” states Axel. “We can’t leave her to talk.”

“But she’s also a woman, someone’s daughter,” Coop points out.

“Don’t give me that shit, Coop,” snaps Axel. “What are we meant to do?”

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