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I wanted to go downstairs and kick everyone’s asses. Before I did something stupid, I went and took a shower. The cold water didn’t do anything to cool my temper. Not even the sweet kiss Reno gave me when we swapped places could take my ire down even a notch. I got into bed beside Ginger and pulled her into my arms. It only took a few minutes before her breathing evened out and I knew she was asleep.

Kissing her forehead, I vowed to do whatever I could to protect her. Someone needed to, and I had a feeling she’d never had that before.Where did you come from, little one?

I wanted to know all her secrets, and hoped she’d trust me enough someday to share them. Until then, I’d do what I could for her, and try to keep anyone from hurting her again. That was the best I could do, and it fucking sucked.

Chapter Four

Ginger

I’d been with the Dark Wrath MC for the last five days. They’d tested me every chance they got, and a weaker woman wouldn’t have made it. As much as I hated my past, it had made me stronger than the average person. Anyone else would have gone insane, or possibly ended their lives. Instead, I’d stayed alive and escaped the first chance I had, and not once had I looked back. But how long would it last if I didn’t win over Houston and Vegas? Neither man made it a secret they didn’t like me.

Sure, Houston had fucked me the first day I’d been here. Even Vegas had taken a turn at one point. It seemed to have been an initiation of some sort, with every member of the club, including the prospects, doing whatever they wanted to me. The other girls had given me a wide berth until yesterday. KiKi and Melody had both spoken to me, and even welcomed me to the Dark Wrath.

I thought back to a few nights ago when Bronx and Reno had carried me upstairs. Nothing had happened between us. They’d merely held me while I slept, and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever felt more rested. No one had been that sweet to me before. I also remembered how observant they’d been. No one else seemed to realize I faked it, for the most part. Houston had given me an orgasm that first night, and so had the prospect who’d prepped me. Since then, I’d had two more orgasms on different nights. For the most part, the men didn’t care if the women got off. We could fake it and they’d be happy.

I’d learned the women prepped themselves before leaving their room. So my first morning, I’d taken a shower then lubed myself. Sasha had stopped me in passing later in the day and told me where they hid lube in the bathroom. It seemed they reapplied every other hour, unless the men bothered to give them orgasms.

The music pounded so loud I felt the vibration under my feet. Smoke filled the room, and I scanned the space, trying to find someone to entertain. KiKi and Melody had already found someone. Sasha was doing her best to lure Bronx upstairs. The only one who’d gone to his room, other than my two times up there, was KiKi. And I knew they weren’t having sex with her. Poor Sasha would have to give up and find other prey.

I swallowed hard when I realized Vegas and Houston were seated nearby, and neither had been with a woman yet tonight. I’d be lying if I said Vegas didn’t scare the piss out of me. Something about him made me feel like the frightened girl I’d once been. All my past nightmares rose to the surface whenever I got close to him. Not that he’d fucked me since that first night.

I tipped my chin up and faked being brave as I sauntered over to Houston and Vegas. Neither one even glanced at me. I shifted on my heels and struggled not to wring my hands or run off. The other girls had been with them, and I’d known my time would come. I didn’t count that first night. Neither man had really seemed present when they’d been inside me. I could have been a blow up doll for all the enthusiasm they showed.

“What the fuck do you want?” Houston asked. The iciness of his gaze settled on me and I nearly bolted from the room.

“I just… I thought…” I bit my lip and looked from him to the others in the room.

“Sorry. Not my type,” Houston said. “But the Pres here is awfully tense. Why don’t you drop to your knees and give him a little stress relief?”

I swallowed hard and moved closer to Vegas. I felt like prey as he watched me. Sinking to my knees in front of him, I reached for his belt. The other men in the club always tried to make it fun for the girls. Well, the other three women, at any rate. It seemed I wasn’t considered part of the club yet. The men took pleasure in reminding me I hadn’t earned my spot, which meant they didn’t care if I enjoyed being with them or not. But Vegas was different. There didn’t seem to be any emotion in him at all, except anger.

His cock wasn’t even hard. I stared, not sure what I should do next. I gripped him and gave him a few strokes, only to freeze when I felt the rumble of his laughter.

“Isn’t she cute? Little mouse thinks I could ever get hard for the likes of her.”

Right. I stood and backed away.Never forget, Ginger. You’re trash. You’ll always be trash.

I fled the room, hurrying down the hall to the bathroom. I burst through the door, fighting to hold back the tears. Gripping the sink, I stared at my reflection. The club offered safety. Guaranteed meals. I’d be stupid to leave. I couldn’t let Vegas and Houston get to me. I didn’t know why they disliked me so much. Since the moment I walked through their doors, they’d treated me like dirt.

I heard the door creak as someone entered the bathroom. Reno’s reflection filled the mirror as he settled his hands on my waist. Bronx gripped my chin and forced me to look at him.

“You okay, Ginger?” Bronx asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I’m great. Just… needed a minute.”

“Why don’t you come upstairs with us?” Reno asked.

I shook my head. “No. I don’t want KiKi to think I’m trying to take her place. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

Reno hugged me to him and Bronx kissed my forehead. A throat cleared and I jerked my head toward the doorway. KiKi stood there, a smile on her face, and looking as beautiful as ever. I didn’t know why anyone would want me with her as an option. I felt like the ugly duckling. Didn’t matter the two men holding me wouldn’t take things any further. I still felt like I was encroaching on her territory.

“Ginger, I’m okay with the guys spending time with you. Don’t feel like you’re taking anything from me. You’re not.” She looked over my head at Reno. “Take care of her. I don’t know what’s up with Vegas and Houston, but I’ve never seen them so cold toward a woman. I don’t like it.”

“We’ve got her,” Bronx said. “Go see if you can’t make those two loosen the fuck up.”

“Might be time to add another girl to the stable,” KiKi said. “If Vegas and Houston are bored with us, they may need something new and shiny to hold their attention. It seems neither of them are into Ginger, and they seldom touch the rest of us either.”

“I’ll take it to the club,” Bronx said.

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