Page 98 of Protecting Her Secrets

“You think I want my kid to be raised by that pussy? Fuck no. And to think, you weren’t even going to tell me. Who’s the fucked up one now?”

“So I could share custody and have you poison my son’s mind? No. It’ll never happen.”

“Son? You’re having a boy?” He lights up, and I mentally kick myself for giving him that information. “Even more reason for me to keep this kid. The club’ll be so happy to have a prince born. A boy to take over when I retire. It’s perfect.”

“Right, because girls have no value.”

“I’ll still want it if it’s a girl. Pussy has value.” He traces the curves of my breasts with the tip of the knife, and tears prick my eyes. I’ve never been more vulnerable in all my life, and I hate it. He could do anything to me right now, and I couldn’t stop him. “Like when your dad was going to be voted out after he made some bad deals that pissed people off. He came to me and made a deal. I gave him my vote and convinced Loner and Tweak to vote with me, and in exchange, I got you.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. And when I told him you’d never stay with me willingly, he gave me the house.” He cups me between my legs. “Like I said, pussy has value. And fuck, if yours ain’t the best I ever had. So tight.”

“And dry as the desert because you make me sick. Walker, on the other hand, I just have to see, and I’m dripping wet.”

He slaps my other cheek, harder this time. “What did I say about your mouth?”

“Prez.” Loner appears in the doorway. “We should think about moving soon.”

“In a minute. I’m teaching this bitch a lesson.” He pinches my nipple through the lace. “She’s got nice tits, huh? They’re bigger than the last time I saw ’em.”

“Fuck yeah.” Loner’s mouth hangs open, and he adjusts himself, making my stomach turn.

In this five-minute conversation, so much has come to light, and any affection I had for the club is gone. If what he’s saying about Dad is true, then I will spit on his fucking grave. What he did to me with the house was bad enough, but if it was payment to keep his rank as Prez? These people are repulsive.

“You ever fucked a pregnant woman?” he asks Loner.

“Never. You?”

“Not yet, but I’m looking forward to it.” He traces my nipples with the knife, and I squeeze my eyes closed, not wanting to watch them leer at me. “I’ll let you have a turn when I’m done. Hell, I’ll keep her legs tied open until she pops this kid out. She can be the club slut.”

“The guys’ll love that.”

“Yeah, they will.” He stands abruptly, pulling my shirt down. “But you’re right. We should move. I don’t trust someone didn’t see us come up here.”

“Want me to get her ready for transport?” Loner asks with sick hunger in his tone. I swear to god, if that man touches any part of me, I’ll throw up. He was my uncle growing up. He held me as a newborn. Now he wants to fuck me.

How is this my life?

Klutch flings the knife at Loner. It barely misses his head, embedding itself in the wall behind him. “She’s mine until I decide otherwise. Keep your fuckin’ hands off her.”

“Shit, man. I wasn’t gonna do nothing to her.”

“Keep it that way,” he says. A loud sob comes from the other room, drawing both men’s attention. “You have your own problems to deal with.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fine.”

“Is that Amy?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Why is she crying?”

“Why the fuck do you care?” Klutch walks over to the knife and pulls it out of the drywall, and then he’s back at my side, cutting through the rope holding my arms.

“Just asking.”

“The bitch didn’t think about the goddamn cameras. Now everyone knows what she was driving and that she’s the one who took you. If she’d parked five feet away from where she did, we wouldn’t have to be scrambling to get out of this fucking town unseen.”

---