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“What the fuck?” he said grabbing his ass. “Something stung me.”

His men stared at him, wondering if he’d lost his mind. There was nothing that could sting you out here, only things that could trample you.

Bolchek stared at the crazy scene, then felt a tug as someone gripped his body. The visions in front of him blurred and the next thing he knew, he was standing next to a black SUV.

“Wh-what? What just happened?” he stammered. David smiled at the man, bowing at his waist.

“You’re welcome,” he grinned.

“No. No,” he said looking around him. “You have no idea what you’ve done! He’ll kill my daughter.”

“No, he won’t,” said Alec setting the girl down in front of her father. Bolchek reached for the girl and she backed up, standing behind Alec.

“Samantha. Honey, it’s me, dad,” he said tearfully.

“I know who you are. You’re the man that sold out your own daughter because of fear. You were ready to allow them to kill that poor nun because you’re a coward. You make me sick!”

“Samantha,” he whispered, swallowing the bile rising in his throat. “Samantha, you don’t understand. I didn’t have a choice.”

“There is always a choice, dad. Always. Isn’t that what you taught me about drugs and alcohol and sex! All the things I didn’t get a choice of because you sold me to those men! I despise you. I will help put you in jail for what you’ve done.”

“Honey, maybe tone it down a notch,” said Alec. “I don’t agree with what your daddy did, but he thought he was protecting you, keeping you alive.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m anything but alive.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

The seven young women were led into the clinic to be examined, given clean clothing and showers. Six of them would eventually be reunited with their families in other states, after they filed police reports with those the team knew they could trust.

The seventh woman, wanted revenge.

“The clubhouse is in chaos,” said Code looking at the men. “The animals definitely did their job. If the trampling wasn’t bad enough, the bison and elephant shit is everywhere. Semu did quite a number on the bikes. She actually bent the pipes and frames. They won’t be using those for a while.”

“Good,” smirked Nine. “Of course, that’s going to make them more desperate for our bikes. Where is Killer?”

“He’s unavailable,” said Trak. They all looked at him with raised brows. Wilson just laughed.

“My dear friend asked for a syringe of the most powerful drug that would induce diarrhea. I suspect Killer is sitting on his, uh, throne.” Trak smirked at the men, wiggling his eyebrows.

“This is why I love working with him,” laughed Angel.

“Where is Bolchek?” asked Gaspar.

“He was trying to speak with his daughter but she wants nothing to do with him. The girls were all eighteen or older but what they did to them was pretty awful,” said Wilson. “They were lucky that they hadn’t been forced to take drugs yet but they were all raped, typically by more than one man at a time. They were forced to dance and strip, perform acts of sexual pleasure in front of the others, all the usual fucking, disgusting bullshit.”

Nine nodded, staring at the others. Miller walked in with Bolchek shoving him into a chair.

“Who are you people?” he asked looking around the room.

“We are defending Jenna Brooks,” said Ian. “Not you. You’ve been replaced as her counsel of record.”

“Wh-what? No. No, I have to.”

“No, you don’t,” said Ian. “Your daughter is safe now. Although she doesn’t want a damn thing to do with you. I can’t say that I blame her for that.”

“I had to! What they would have done to her if I didn’t do this would have been much worse.”

“Worse? She was fucking raped. Gang raped, beaten, forced to do shit with those men that you can’t possibly imagine. You had choices,” said Ian.

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