Page 26 of Ruthless

Chapter 11

Rebel

Past

I had two agendas on my mind when I left church and headed out to the bar. The first was to get a message to Stone, and the second was to find a way to get Ginger out of there. My gut was telling me that my time with Red Devils was running out, and I didn't want her anywhere around when that happened. I couldn’t explain why I felt so fucking protective toward the girl, but I guessed that it may have had something to do with my taking her virginity. Believe it or not, she'd been my first virgin, and taking her cherry had been sweet. She'd surprised me with her submission, although it wasn’t as if she'd had a choice. She’d known that there was nothing that she could have done to avoid it.

She had chosen the lesser of two evils because, fuck, who wouldn't have chose losing their innocence over dying?

As much as I wanted to get to Ginger and take her away from this place, I paused at the bar, realizing that I needed to get my bearings on what was going on with the others before I made my move. Wildman had said to slow down on the drinking, but it didn't appear that his message was being taken seriously. The men who'd attended church had crowded around the bar and were calling out their drink orders while a couple of club whores rushed to fill them. I knew a lot of men who could drink heartily and still function--hell, I was one of them--but these slobbering drunks were using drugs, too, and they didn't know when to stop.

I waited until most of them had walked off to one of the tables before asking for a beer for myself, and then stood back against the bar to watch. I figured that once Wildman was done fucking he'd come out, see what the men were doing, and put a stop to it. Until then, they would drink and fuck themselves into oblivion. I watched Rocky grab a whore and pull her down onto his lap, and I was thankful that he'd forgotten about Ginger for the moment. He pulled the woman's top down and began to nuzzle her tits, drawing a squeal from her when he bit down on one.

Another brother was already balls deep inside a woman who was bent over the pool table. Two others were double teaming one of the younger whores. She was naked and on her knees, sucking one off while the other rammed into her from behind. From the look on her face I could see that they were hurting her, but she didn't make any attempt to stop them. I looked away, disgusted with the whole fucking scene. Public sex didn't bother me, but these men treated their women like shit. They kept them naked most of the time, and used and abused them at will. Some had bruises that were in various stages of healing.

Dark Menace had club women, too, but they were protected by the club and treated with some respect for what they brought to it. Sure they were whores, and they were there to fuck any brother who wanted them, but they were clothed, fed, and given medical care in return. They weren't physically abused. Fuck, we had a strict rule about that. They were there because they wanted to be there. Our old ladies were treated like royalty. If Stone had claimed Rachel, as I'd heard that he had, then she must have been something special. I couldn't imagine him getting tied down by one pussy. He wasn't an easy man.

Two hours passed, and there was still no sign of Wildman. I was getting tired of killing time. When I saw Rooster come in, I knew that it was a sign that it was time to make my move. He'd been assigned to keep watch out front where the bikes were parked, and now that he was inside it meant that the front had been left unguarded. I finished my beer and took off to my room.

I knocked on the door. "Open up, angel."

Once Ginger opened the door I slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind me. She stepped back, but it wasn't far enough. I slipped my hand around her neck and pulled her against me, planting my lips on hers. It was an impulsive move, I suddenly had the urge to have her fucking mouth on mine in that instant. She opened to me like a flower to sunshine, meeting my tongue with hers. When I felt a stirring in my dick I knew it was time to put an end to it, but, damn, she was so fucking soft and responsive.

"I'm getting you out of here. Now." I took her by the hand and pulled her with me over to the window.

"It won't open." I glanced down at her, taking in her slight blush. "I already tried," she admitted shyly.

I grinned, and then turned back to the window, taking out my weapon and smashing through it. Glass went everywhere. My plan was that the men would think that she'd escaped through the window on her own.

"I could have done that."

I grinned and looked back at her. "This is important. You do exactly as I say. Yeah?"

"Okay."

I grabbed the blanket off the bed and arranged it over the window ledge so that she wouldn't be cut by any of the remaining glass. "When you leave here I want you to run that way down the road." I pointed to make sure that she understood the direction. "You'll come across an old cemetery. Hide behind one of the stones until I come for you."

Her eyes grew round. "You're not coming with me?" I could hear the panic in her voice.

"We can't be seen leaving together," I explained. "Once you get through this window you run like hell. I won't be long behind you on my bike." I could see that she was balking and starting to pull away. I couldn't blame her, but I didn't have time for her shit. I grabbed her by the arm roughly and jerked her back. "This is the only chance you'll have of getting away from here, you got that? Or maybe you like the thought of all those men fucking you."

Her expression turned dark, and I should have been prepared for her slap across my face. But when her eyes flashed blue fire at me, and she raised her hand to do it again, I caught it in mid-swing. I curled my other arm around her waist and dragged her against me. "Fuck, woman," I growled between my teeth, "Another time, and another place." The fight in her fucking turned me hard.

"I?I . . ." I could see tears building in her eyes. She lowered her gaze against me, biting down on her bottom lip. "I'm scared," she whispered softly.

"It's okay to be scared," I said, fighting the urge to kiss her again. "You've been through a lot. But now you need to be strong and fight your way out of here. Can you do that for me?" Slowly her gaze rose to meet mine, and she nodded. Damn. I knew right then that I wasn't done with her. "Good." I lifted her up to the window and helped her through it. As soon as her feet hit the ground she took off in the direction that I'd told her to run.

I headed back out to the bar. Thank fuck Rooster was still there, sucking down a beer and fondling one of the women. I went over to him. "Who the fuck is on guard out front?" I wanted to make enough of a scene so that my leaving alone would be noticed.

He scowled. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"

I shrugged and held up my hands. "Just askin', brother. You want to ride with me to town?" I knew that I was taking a chance asking him, but it was all part of the plan so that I'd have a good alibi when they discovered that Ginger was gone.

"What do you gotta go into town for?" Rooster asked in a disinterested tone. He was busy sucking on the whore's neck. "Fuck, never mind. Can't you see I'm busy, man?" He began palming the chick's tit.

Without another word I headed for the door, making sure to make eye contact with a few of the brothers. No one asked me where I was going. We weren't prisoners, we could come and go as we pleased, but my situation was a little different. I hadn't been with the club as long as the others, and until the other night's bizarre test of loyalty they'd been keeping close tabs on me. When Ginger's escape was discovered, I didn't want any link to it.

I didn't waste any time mounting my bike and taking off in the direction of the cemetery. Three minutes later I came up on it and stopped, twisting my neck to look around for Ginger but seeing nothing. "Ginger!" Almost immediately her head popped up from behind one of the biggest stones. Seeing that it was me she rushed to me. "Good girl," I said, helping her on behind me. "Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight!" She did as I said and then we were off.

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