Page 49 of Hell & Back

“Just remember this. You will have sex with this man because your body won’t be able to deny itself.”

RIP opened the door and led the way down the stairs, Crockett following behind.

On the way down, she’d come to a realization. Crockett was right. Her body was demanding she have sex even though, logically, her brain had no desire. She had a horrifying feeling she was going to fuck whoever they took her to just because she was aching all over. Please God, if your listening at all, don’t let him be a disgusting, hairy, fat, rotten tooth, skeevy guy with horrible body odor and bad breath. If she was going to be forced to have sex against her will, the least the powers that be could do was give her a hot guy that knew what he was doing.

Good God. She’d lost her mind.

10

DARREN

Darren had never been in such excruciating pain in his life. His dick was throbbing so much he just knew it was going to explode. At this point he’d be glad if it did. At least the pain would end. Or so he hoped.

He didn’t know how long he’d been pacing his cell when it finally hit him that he was in the same damn position as Otis and Henry had been in when he’d first gotten here. And like them, he’d finally caved and tried to jack himself off. As he knew it would, it didn’t fucking work. He’d tried squeezing his dick with the same negative result. He shoved his shaking hands through his hair and pulled on it hard to divert his attention from his throbbing dick. The fucker was even leaking fluid. He didn’t know how much of the drug they’d given him, but it had to have been a lot.

God damn it! Where were his brothers? He prayed they found him soon because he honestly didn’t think he could keep from fucking a woman if they put one in his cell with him. Itwould fucking gut him to cheat on Kylie, but son of bitch, a man could only take so much before he lost his mind.

When he got out of here, and he would die trying, he was going to find where they kept this goddamn drug and blow it all to hell. After he killed Crockett and RIP.

At the sound of boots stomping down the stairs and moving closer to his cell, he stopped his pacing. He stood in the middle of his cell with his hands fisted at his sides, his chest heaving from pent up rage and unsatisfied need. If they opened his cell door, he was going to rush whoever came through. At this point, he felt he had nothing left lose. His sanity was quickly leaving him and he’d rather be dead than continue on like this.

His heart tripped in his chest when Crockett and RIP stopped outside his cell with a naked woman between them. Wait a minute. He knew this woman. Why did she look so familiar? Before he could try and sort it out, Crockett started speaking.

“Brought you something to keep you company.” The way she glared at Crockett led him to believe she wasn’t a fan. She was acting like she didn’t want to be here. Could he believe that or did she work for the rival club and this was all an act? If it was, to what end? Fuck, he was losing it.

“Stand back, fucker,” RIP ordered.

Damn it. RIP was using her as a shield. With the woman planted directly in front of him there was no clear shot for Darren to take down the asshole when the door was opened. Left with no choice, he scooted to the back wall while the door was opened and the woman shoved inside. The sound of the door slamming shut only served to eat away at any hope of escaping he still held on to.

“You two have fun now,” RIP offered cheerfully. Having done what they’d come to do, he and Crockett took off, saying nothing further. That was unusual. They usually liked to stick around and ramble on and on and on. Swear to god they loved to hearthemselves talk. If only he could get his hands around their necks, he’d shut them up permanently.

The woman remained near the door, eying him warily. She didn’t look as nervous as he thought she should be. She didn’t even bother to cover herself like the last woman. To be fair the last woman was closer to twenty than this one and she hadn’t been drugged. This one seemed comfortable in her body and came off as someone who’d at least been with more than one man. Case in point, the way she didn’t hide the way she was checking him out from top to bottom. Her eyes rounded when she got to his hard dick then quickly flew back up to his eyes.

Darren returned the favor, giving her a once over as well, noting that she was a pretty little thing. She had long blonde hair, green eyes and the body of a dancer. Above the right outer side of her mouth was a cute little mole. As his eyes drifted back up her body, his breath froze as his attention caught on the sight of her juices leaking onto her leg. He drew another deep breath trying to calm himself down and his eyes almost crossed. God help him, he could smell her arousal. His eyes slammed shut at the same time a low groan escaped through his clamped teeth. He wasn’t going to fucking make it. If she didn’t throw herself at him, he was going to end up begging her to take pity on him and let him fuck her.

“You can have the cot.” His voice came out rough and gravelly.

“No. I don’t want to take it from you.”

“There’s nowhere else to sit unless you want the floor. Believe me, you don’t want the floor.”

She sat on the cot and clasped her hands in her lap. She looked around, finding the cell to their left empty. They’d come and taken him away earlier and he had no idea if they’d turned him and Otis loose or if they’d killed them. To the right Joe was asleep. The poor kid was sinking deeper and deeper into adepression and was losing all hope of ever being let go alive or rescued.

“Do I know you? You look familiar.” He was having a difficult time placing her. His brain was a scrambled mess, constantly at war with his body and its needs.

Spotting the SORMC tattoo above his heart, she responded, “If you’re with the Sons of Redemption and you’ve been to Bottom’s Up lately, I was a dancer. I went by Avery.”

“No. That’s not it.” He hadn’t been there in a while what with getting things ready for the baby and everything that went down with Tuck. His plate had been too full to hang out at the strip club. Honestly, having Kylie, he didn’t see the need to be entertained by other women. “You said you went by Avery. Does that mean that’s not your real name?”

“No. It was a stage name. My name is Sadie.”

“Sadie Swallow!” He snapped his finger. “I knew you looked familiar. I’ve seen your picture.”

“My picture?” She frowned.

“Yeah. We pulled it up when we found your name on three properties in Redemption.” He started pacing along the left side of the cell again. He couldn’t sit still for long or he started getting agitated. Just like fucking Otis.

“Excuse me. Did you say my name is on three properties in Redemption?” Her eyes widened in shock.

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