Page 68 of The Biker's Forbidden Virgin

A throne sits on a raised platform, slightly elevated above the rest of the room. It’s massive, more of a statement than a chair. Thick black leather, detailed with silver studs and skull carvings along the arms.

And draped across it like a king surveying his kingdom is Alex.

His leg hangs lazily over the arm of the chair, his fingers tapping against the worn leather. He watches me, a slow smirk stretching across his face like he’s already won. Like he owns me.

I stop at the base of the podium, my hands clenching at my sides.

I don’t kneel.

I don’t bow my head.

I just meet his gaze and wait.

Because if I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s that the real monsters love a show.

"You wanted me here?" I speak and right away three large bikers come to surround me.

"You're going to show respect or you're going to be put down like the bitch you are." The one to the left snarls in my face.

I scoff and take a step back.

"Show respect? Your president asked for me to be here. Not the other way around." I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest to look at the man sitting up on the throne.

The smirk that was just on his face is gone and replacing it is a deep grimace.

"No, I asked Marc to show his face. He wanted to prove to me that he was down for my people and I told him what he had to do in order for me to believe that." Alex finally speaks to me. He slowly gets up from his throne like chair and takes a step in my direction.

At once the men that were surrounding me back off. Almost like an unsaid order.

"Well I don't know what Marc is planning to do, all I know is I'm expected to be here now, so here I am." I shrug.

Every last part of me wants to turn around and head for the doors. I want out of here but I have to show Marc that I'm back on his team. At least make him believe I am. I have to do this for my mother, Leo, hell all of Chrome Creed.

"You're a stupid cunt, aren't you." Alex tilts his head as if the words that just came out of his mouth weren't absolutely atrocious.

"What are you talking about?" I lift my chin trying to figure out what he's talking about. Marc is the one who set this up. He's the one who wants me here.

He's the one who wants me here.

The thought hits me like a ton of bricks.

"I didn't you'd actually show up. Talk about playing right into his hands." He shakes his head and my blood runs cold.

I'm all alone in an enemy clubhouse because the one person who I just went against told me to. I don't know why I thought this was going to be a good idea.

"You one of Creed's sweetbutts?" Alex asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

The mere implication that I'm nothing more than a plaything for the guys causes me to screw up my face. "No, I'm not."

"Yeah, I didn't think so. I also know that you've been staying there. Chrome Creed only keeps women around for one of two reasons. Either they're a good piece of ass or they're family. Since you're not ready to lay on your back I'm assuming you're someone's ol' lady." Alex leans in closer and whispers the rest to me, "That just means I'm about to have Leo and all his boys breaking down my doors in a minute. I hope you survive. You might just turn out to be very useful to me."

I shake my head ready to deny it all. Ready to keep up the show. I'm supposed to be here on my own.

Before I can get a word out, doors that lead to the back of the clubhouse swing open and a group of people come walking out.

My heart drops to the ground and my mouth gapes open. I recognize some of them. They aren't part of HOH. No, they are part of Marc's crew. The same people that I tried to get in good with. The same ones that I allowed to manipulate me into almost destroying what I know consider my home.

They are here too.

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