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She looked at me and then back at the way that we came. I knew that she believed she could remember the way out and back to town, so I turned and headed toward the cabin.

“I think leaving here is better than the alternative of going in there and becoming your whore for a month.”

“Promise you’ll love every minute of riding this dick.”

“I’ll pass. You can keep all the diseases you and your skanks share to yourself.”

My jaw clenched in anger.

“I ain’t never been in no bitch’s pussy raw. And I’m not ’bout to start now.”

“As reassuring as that sounds, I think I’ll take my chances out there.”

I laughed. “Go ahead, princess.”

“You think I’m some spoiled princess who can’t survive being in the woods?” she asked.

I ignored her and continued to the cabin. One glance over my shoulder after I made it to the door confirmed that she had made a run for it. I chuckled and threw off my gear before I grabbed a beer from my refrigerator, settled onto the living room couch, and flicked the monitors on so they displayed on my large TV screen.

She was gutsy, I had to give her that, and she was determined to defy me. Something about that spoke to my base nature. Her defiance made me want to fuck her into submission.

I watched her until I grew bored when, two hours later, she sat on a large rock and screamed to the heavens. The more she acted out, the more I was turned on, and that shit didn’t make sense. Maybe it had to do with the sweet butts. Those bitches would spread their legs at the drop of a dime. I could bend them over my bike or pool table in front of the whole MC, and they wouldn’t complain. Hell, they would drop down and suck my dick while I was shooting a game of pool. And it didn’t stop with me. They were like that with all the brothers.

September was something different. She was a fucking challenge, and I didn’t run into those in my world. I didn’t have time to fuck with her because there was too much other business to handle. I pushed up off the couch and headed outside for my bike.

September wasn’t even worth the time I was wasting on her. Her presence would throw me off my game and make me weak. She was a link to my revenge, though. And truthfully, I believed in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Why not a daughter for a daughter?

Yeah, she wouldn’t last thirty days. Her days on the earth were numbered, as were Christopher Morgan’s.

THURSDAY EVENING

It wasdark and cold in the woods, and I could have sworn it was twenty degrees cooler than when I’d left home earlier. It was hours later, and we were at the beginning of April, so it was likely the temperature had dropped drastically.

A cold shiver ran down my spine as something that sounded like a coyote’s howl, followed by an owl’s hoot, rose in the distance.

“Get up and let’s go,” Priest demanded.

How the hell he had found me after I had hidden, I had no idea. I jumped up at the sound of his voice behind me. I had heard the bike’s engine and immediately ran and hid. Somehow, I missed the part where he stopped his bike and walked to the spot where I was hiding.

When I continued to cower as if he couldn’t see me, Priest reached down and snatched me up again. I jerked away from him, spun around, and mugged him.

“Stop snatching on me, damn it. Get your fucking hands off me!”

His treatment of me brought out the worst in me, and I hated it. I hated the attitude that I displayed, the language I spoke, and the way he made my body feel in his presence.

He laughed and clapped. “She has a voice. But what did I tell you about that language, Mary? Keep that shit up, and ya li’l ass ’bout to choke on this dick.”

“Don’t call me Mary again. You’re so crass, and it’s not becoming of you.”

“I really don’t give a fuck what you think about me,” he mumbled. “You’ve got two choices: Get on that bike up there or keep your ass out here and figure shit out on your own.”

The owl hooted again, and a pack of coyotes sounded, and I just knew they were closer than they had been before. I was tired from walking so long, hungry because I hadn’t eaten since lunch, and I needed to pee like a Russian racehorse.

“You can take your chances with me or them,” Priest stated as he jerked his head to the left while eyeballing me.

I moved right behind him without another thought. I was a pampered princess who did enjoy bi-weekly spa days, exotic vacations, and a comfortable lifestyle. We had a private chef and housekeeping staff. The last thing I needed was to pretend that I could rough it in the woods. I had carried on that farce long enough.

I was sweaty and smelled like puppy dogs. My makeup was smeared, my beret was filthy, and my sew-in was starting to look like a throw-in. I didn’t need a mirror to see that.

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