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The glint in Priest’s eyes, paired with his words, “If she lasts that long,” sent a bolt of fear through me.

“You’ve gotme fucked up! I’m a whole person. You can’t think it’s okay to just snatch me up out of my home and take me somewhere else!” I shouted.

The moment Priest made the comment, “If she lasts that long,” my daddy had tried to put up some bravado. One of Priest’s men shot him in both knees, and Priest lifted me around the waist and carried me out of my home, kicking and screaming.

He’d carelessly tossed me into the back of an SUV and locked me inside. The windows were tinted on the inside and outside, and the rear doors didn’t open from the inside. There was a partition between the front and back seats that kept me separate from the two men in the front. I had no idea where I was driven to. I only knew we rode for approximately thirty-five minutes.

When we stopped and the engine shut off, I was poised to attack. The rear doors opened on both sides of the vehicle at the same time. I was ready to jump, but I froze when I saw two guns aimed at my head from both sides. This was a damn nightmare. I imagined the horror that my father’s victims must have endured.

The man at the left rear door moved long enough for Priest to make his appearance and snatch me out of the SUV. That nigga literally snatched me and caused me to fall to my kneesand my beret to fall from my head. I heard some men snicker as I struggled to stand and grab my pink beret off the ground.

“You wanna run that by me again?” Priest asked.

He had something in his mouth, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Just watching his lips move the way they did turned me on, which pissed me off even more. I used that energy to distract my attention from how sexy he was. I stood and shouted, “I’m a person. You can’t just take me and do whatever you want as if I were property.”

A crowd poured out of the long brown building behind him. The men looked at me with interest and sexual desire, while the women looked at me with scorn and curiosity.

“You mean the way your daddy does to those poor helpless women and kids he snatches off the streets?” Priest asked.

The sneer on his face was a far cry from the lust in his eyes at my house. That paled in comparison, though, to the hurt, shame, and anger that rolled through me. It left me speechless for several seconds.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Wonder how Daddy Warbucks is feeling now, knowing that someone has snatched his princess. Not when he wasn’t watching, but right there in his muthafuckin face. Wonder how he’ll feel knowing that we have the liberty to do all the shit to you that his victims have to endure,” he drawled while he walked around me in a circle.

My heart thudded in my chest in fear as his words twisted something deep inside of me, which caused me to shudder in pain for my father’s victims. Nausea rolled in my belly, and I bent forward and spewed vomit onto the ground. I narrowly missed his shoes.

The thought of all those men pawing and groping me, sickened me. The pain of knowing my father was not only involved in that, but he was also the driving force behind it hurt deeply.

“Please, Priest. I don’t know what my father did to you, but please don’t punish me for his sins.”

“The fathers shall not be put to death for the children, neither shall the children be put to death for the fathers: every man shall be put to death for his own sin.”

“Did you seriously just quote Deuteronomy twenty-four and sixteen to me?”

“What’s wrong? You think because I’m in this MC shit that I don’t know the Bible? Let me tell you something. That’s the shit that keeps me sane in this world.”

“Do you understand how much of an oxymoron that is? You won’t get away with what you’re doing if you’re truly as spiritual as you claim to be,” I explained. I hoped that I could appeal to his sense of morality and spirituality.

He glanced around at the crowd, lifted a finger in the air, and twirled it. Everyone ran back inside the building except for the three men behind him. I guessed they were important to Priest.

He snatched my arm and tugged me toward the building.

“All that mouth, princess, is gonna get you hurt. Get your little ass inside.”

He shoved me when I refused to move, and I glared at him over my shoulder.

“You don’t have to be an asshole.”

“And you ain’t gotta be a pain in my ass.”

“You could’ve left me.”

“Your father owes me.”

“Thought you just said that children aren’t to be punished for the sins of their fathers.”

Priest grabbed my arm and pulled me back against him. I felt the hardness of his chest against my back, the firmness of his thighs against the backs of mine, and damn, the erection that pulsed at my butt cheeks made me feel naked. I also smelledan apple scent on his breath, and I guessed he must have been chewing apple-flavored candy.

“I promise you this, beautiful, it won’t be a punishment. You’ll love every minute of what I’ll do to you.”

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