Page 78 of One Night with the Biker

“Motherfucker’s going soft in his old age. Selling this cunt instead of putting a bullet in her brain for her betrayal.”

Ainsley made a noise in the back of her throat. They laughed. She tried to talk.

“Are you agreeing to our plan?” Small motherfucker asked.

She nodded, and I went on high alert. Ainsley intended to try to save herself. If she got them to move their fucking guns, I’d applaud her. She must’ve been on to something because he untied her hands.

Their leader snatched his gun away from the tape. “If you try something, I’ll carve out your fucking eyeballs.” He ripped the tape away and she cried out. “What the fuck do you have to say?”

The third one slapped her face. “You lead us on a merry chase again through this fucking house and we’ll shoot you.”

“I c-can’t…I w-won’t be able to p-p-perform if you have g-g-guns on me.”

“Do you think we’re fucking stupid? You can hit a fucking apple from ten yards away. I saw it with my own two eyes. Roman been teaching you to shoot since you were ten.”

Asshole slapped her again. “Answer Proctor, Ainsley Mac.”

Hearing her referred to with that last name jarred me.

“I’m Ainsley Valois and you know it, Missile.”

“You’re anyone I want you to be,” Missile snarled. “Always such an uppity cunt. You should’ve followed Nova’s lead. She’s a good, sweet girl.”

“Just move your guns away from my head,” she pleaded. “They might accidentally fire.”

“Do you think we give a fuck about that?” Small motherfucker demanded.

“No, Visor, but you care about Roman,” she said tiredly.

“We feel sorry for that motherfucker,” Proctor corrected. “Such a good big brother to an ungrateful bitch.”

Visor rubbed his chin. “Maybe not ungrateful? Maybe protective? All you have to say is Reese Sinclair forced you to fuck him and we’ll make a call.”

“We’ll still fuck you, but we’ll clear up everything else,” Proctor said. “Don’t mean another motherfucker won’t come after you.” He roared with laughter. “You’re not well-liked right now. Don’t think that’ll ever be fixed. So, let’s have it. Tell us how brutal Reese Sinclair was with you.”

She clamped her jaw, which pissed me off. She should’ve said I forced her to do unspeakable acts, but it finally dawned on me that she’d never really gotten the danger. Even after her parents were killed with her in the car, she’d looked at her brother’s lifestyle as just an ordinary existence. It was why she hadn’t revealed who her brother was and why she expected our hatred to fall away because she carried my baby and Roman was her brother. The rivalry between us was still abstract.

“Say it, Ainsley,” Proctor ordered. “Tell us how he shoved his cock up your pussy and down your throat.”

The little idiot wouldn’t say it.

“Just m-m-move the g-g-guns away,” she insisted.

“You know what I realized, fellas?” Missile said before anyone answered her. “She never answered whether she thought we were stupid.”

Fuck me.

He looked at her. “Well, do you? Cuz the way I see it, I’m thinkingyouthink we’re dumb assholes. Why would we move our guns away when you karate chopped Proctor and tried to send Visor’s cock up through his throat a fucking half an hour ago?”

“I won’t do anything again,” she said in a pitiful voice.

“Answer the question, Ainsley,” Proctor said, “then we’ll see.”

“Do I think you’re stupid?” she asked.

“That’s the one,” he responded, and I held my breath, praying Ainsley played their fucking game.

“As a matter of fact…” Her voice trailed off and she heaved in a breath. “I think you’re all fucking brainless motherfuckers. Roman has cameras, jackasses.”

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