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My skin began to crawl at the threat. With shaking hands, I tried to buy myself time by stroking up his jeans-covered thigh. When I reached the straining bulge of his crotch, I began to knead him through the cloth.

Ghost canted his hips into my touch, his green eyes glazed over with lust. “Unzip my pants and take my cock out. I need more. You’ve teased me long enough.”

This was it. Ghost had clearly decided his business with his Club President could wait. He was going to rape me here in this filthy basement, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Dragging in an unsteady breath, my mind began to spin with potential escape plans. Could I fake going for his zipper and really go for the knife on his belt? And if I did manage to get a hold of it, could I bring myself to use it? Stab this man to death? As much as I hated him, I wasn’t sure I’d have what it took to kill another human being. Especially with a weapon as intimate as a knife.

Luckily, the choice was taken out of my hands before I ever had to make it. Ghost’s phone began to buzz with a call. Seizing the moment, I crawled off his lap.

Grousing, Ghost reached into his pocket and extracted the device. Not bothering to greet the person on the other line, he snapped, “I’m coming. Just give me ten minutes and I’ll meet you at the Clubhouse.”

Ending the call, he moodily jammed his cell back into the deep pocket of his jeans. Scrubbing a hand down his clean shaven face, he got to his feet and adjusted his erection.

Silently assessing me for several seconds, Ghost finally said, “I’ve gotta go. But when I get back, I expect you to show me that you’re my girl. Do you understand?”

My heart fluttered madly at my unexpected escape. “Yes, Marshall.” It was the equivalent of brown nosing to call him by his name again, but I didn’t care. I’d do whatever it took to earn my freedom.

Ghost smiled, pleased that I’d followed his rules without further prompting. Squeezing his crotch, he gave it a rough tug through his jeans as he watched me squirm on the bed.

“When I get back, you’re going to please me in every way I want. And I’m going to shove this,” he fisted his cock, “in every hole in your body.”

Terrified, I dropped my gaze to my feet. “Yes, Marshall.”

“And, Kayla, if you try to leave this room,” Ghost warned with a malevolent grin, “you won’t like what happens. I’ve got some friends upstairs who won’t be as gentle with you as I am. And they’d just love to get their hands all over a girl who looks like you.”

As far as threats went, it was a good one. The fear of escaping this basement and getting gang raped by his buddies was just the sort of twisted thing I’m sure Ghost would encourage to keep a woman in line.

My heart sank at this warning, but I refused to give up on my goal. “Yes, Marshall. I understand.”

Shrugging into his coat, Ghost crooked his index finger and said, “Now come and give your man a kiss before he leaves for work.”

SIXTEEN

Ghost

The fireinside me threatened to burst free and burn everyone in my wake. I’d never had to employ such patience with a woman before. But when my Club Prez, Maze, had called, demanding I, “Get my ass over to the Club pronto,” I had to stuff down my inner demons and leave Kayla locked in the basement on her own.

It wasn’t an ideal situation. The trap house was a last resort. A place to stash Kayla so the Devil’s Riders couldn’t find her. Ideal or not though, it was going to have to do until I could take my woman with me somewhere safer and more private. Once there, I’d teach her how to behave and how to please me. By the time I was done, her will would be mine and she’d never try to leave me again.

Jumping on my bike, I headed over to the Watchmen Clubhouse. My thoughts, getting darker by the moment, were on Kayla and what I was going to do to her as soon as I got back from this fucking errand of Maze’s. Visions of her sucking and riding my dick caused my pants to tent out as I considered all thedifferent ways I’d bend the beautiful woman to my will. And the anticipation, along with the blue balls, were absolutely driving me crazy.

By the time I arrived at the Clubhouse, my nerves and my dick, were strained to the max. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I was going to detonate like a bomb on anyone dumb enough to cross me.

The Watchmen Clubhouse was a dump. And I should know, as I’d stayed in nothing but dumps my whole life. Despite how much money the Club was taking in these days, none of it had been spent on renovating this dilapidated structure. We often lost power, it was freezing cold during the winter, boiling hot in the summer, and there was an infestation of cockroaches that would have caused a health inspector to condemn the place in under a minute. But that didn’t bother any of the Watchmen. Myself included. The building wasn’t our concern. It’s what it represented that counted.

Sure, the Clubhouse was a cesspool of sin and debauchery. That’s why we liked it. It appealed to our baser nature in every way imaginable. But it was no place to keep Kayla. The men there were as predatory as sharks. Not one of them had an Old Lady, and nobody but whores walked these halls beside the Brothers because anything with a snatch was fair game. If I left Kayla alone with these men for any amount of time, they’d have her beneath them faster than a wolf could chase down an injured rabbit. Of that I had no doubt.

My point was only proven when I walked into the rec room and a scene straight out of Sodom and Gomorrah began to play out in front of me. Two Club bitches, their eyes as empty as their souls, strung out on God knows what, were mindlessly making out with one another on the pool table. Behind them, my Brother Bullet was grunting and pumping away into the malnourished brunette. Growling his orgasm, he ripped out of the brunette’ssquelching pussy and came all over her bruised ass. A visiting Brother, Samson, stepped up in his place, yanked down his pants, and drove back into the whore without protection, just like Bullet before him.

Fucking disgusting! These bitches were as filthy as they come. Most of them sold themselves on the street daily for less money than it cost to buy a deli sandwich. Which was why I supposed they came here. This might be a dump. But it was one where they could shoot up and nod off in relative peace every night. I wouldn’t be caught dead sticking my dick in their diseased snatches even if they were the last pussies on earth. But my Brothers didn’t seem to care who’s hole they nutted in. Most of them had a death wish and lived life from moment to moment like it was their last. Because for many of us, that was the truth. The threat of consequences didn’t seem to affect us much because we knew we were all just one bullet away from a hard death in the end.

“About time,” Maze snarked, as he spotted me walking toward him.

The leader of this ragtag group was just as dark and demented as his troops. On some days, I think he was the worst of us all.

“What’s the problem?” I demanded, pissed that I’d been torn away from Kayla for some issue that could probably have been handled over the phone.

Maze quirked a graying brow at me. Despite that tell-tale sign of aging, there was nothing weak about this man. “Your bitch is the problem. I just got a call from a friend and he said that the Devils are as mad as a kicked hornet’s nest over the girl’s abduction. They’re up in arms over it and are willing to burn our Clubhouse down to the ground if we don’t return the cunt.”

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