Page 19 of Sunshine & Ink

I said nothing.

The shop seemed uncomfortably silent. Elizabeth looked off into the distance and tapped her foot impatiently.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to behave.

This was Raker’sfiancée.

I felt sick to my stomach.

Of course I knew he couldn’t marryme.

She was from one of the elite families in Resurrected Territory, one of the other MCs. I wondered which one.

The minutes Raker was gone stretched on, and finally I heard his harsh, low tones moving from one room in the back to another.

“What is taking him so long?” she snapped.

Ugh, her whole holier-than-thou persona was nothing but a fake!

My throat felt dry, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

“I think he’s still on the phone,” I said.

Elizabeth looked over at me, giving me another quick, contemptuous look up and down.

“I didn’t askyouropinion, little slut,” she snapped.

I said nothing, my palms feeling slick against the seat.

It was true. MC wives in Resurrected werealwayspure and holy virgins. And club girls were just someone to use and leave.

Elizabeth stood up impatiently, stalking past me and staring back where Raker had gone, then glaring down at me again.

“What’s hecarvingon you?” Elizabeth hissed, standing at the end of the chair, where my legs were still stretched out. I felt a flicker of fear. There was something in her eyes I didn’t like, a deep, cruel streak of fanaticism.

“Did you know the Holy Words say even in the afterlife a whore is still a whore? She is still belowallthe wives. No matter how pretty she is. Did you know that? Or do you even know how to read?”

“I know how to read,” I said.

Suddenly, she reached her hand out for me.

Her long nails scraped down my leg, forcing my thigh wide.

My heart pounded and I bit my lip as she dug her nails in so hard there were deep white marks on my skin.

“Ah, a snake and some flames. You’re quite red as a baboon’s ass, aren’t you? Looks painful. But then, he can do whatever he wants toyou, can’t he? It’s onlymehe has to be gentle with.”

I wanted to look away, but she had me pinned with her eyes. She had long, thick lashes lined with dark mascara.

I wondered if she’d ever known thirst, felt hunger. She looked healthy and well-fed, every limb glowing with health and strength.

“That’s the whole point of you MC whores, isn’t it? Sate his nasty disgusting feral urges so when he comes to me after we’re married he takes his time and is nice and gentle.”

Her smile was bright and white, her teeth big and perfectly even.

My teeth were small, a chip on one, a slightly crooked front tooth.

“You have nothing to say to that?” she asked.

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