Page 9 of Saved By The Mountain Man

“I was forced to get them. However, even after the act, I liked the way they felt and kept them in.”

“Who else has seen them?”

My kidnapping, if you will, was before I ever did anything with Hugh, and since no man could measure up to the one above me, there was no hope of anyone ever seeing them again but him.

“Just the people who did it. The artist who pierced them, and the one who made me do it.”

“Give me a name.”

“Hugh,” I started, not wanting to get into it, at least not now.

His body shifted and his hand cupped my neck, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. And screw what I thought earlier. I was downright drenched now.

I had never had a hand around my neck, not for all the actions I was put through. And I didn’t think I would like it.

But I was starting to believe that with this man, everything I thought I hated wouldn’t matter with him. He would take all of that and make me crave it, but only from him, only ever with him.

“His name was Charlie, but I think he went by Shadow.”

I watched as Hugh thought over the answer before slowly shaking his head.

“He wasn’t from the Blood Hounds.”

“He was not. In fact, I’m not sure you recall an alliance my dad was trying to form with some gang out of Colorado, The Knights?”

“Yeah, bunch of dumb asses and ignorant assholes.”

“I thought so too. But my dad, he felt it best to try and take them over, thought he could get me in, and I could develop a supply line that would help his boys with bigger and better drugs.”

“That’s the summer you went up there, right? Trying to make it work?”

“Yup.” I popped the p, giving my thoughts a moment to calm down. “Shadow thought that meant he had the right to basically treat me like his own personal whore. That he could start his sex traffic ring with me, that he could let a few of his closer guys in on the action.”

“What the fuck?”

I could feel the anger coming off him and I smiled as he tried to hold back his roar. No one knew about that time, not even my dad.

Sure, there was hell to pay when I came back and told him the shit was over and off the table, but he trusted my word. I had just told him they would double cross him, because in truth, they had, so he paid them a visit, and the last thing I knew, The Knights were no more.

“Listen, Hugh, no one knows.”

“What happened?”

I let out a sigh and stared at him, before slowly shaking my head. “The first man of his that thought they had the right to lay a hand on me, lost a finger or two. When Shadow saw that, hewas furious. He backhanded me so hard, said I was his slut, and if he wanted to share me, he fucking could.

“So, he stripped, right there in front of everyone. He grabbed my hair, forced me against the wall, and tried to stuff his dick back inside me. What he forgot was that I had a knife. To teach him a lesson, I shoved the knife in his dick. God, that was a lot of blood.

“He howled in pain, of course, but no one stepped up to me after that. With a bruised body, I jumped on a bike and headed back to Vegas, taking a few days to hide what evidence I could.”

“Shadow was dead when we got there.”

I lifted a brow then smirked. “The dick bleeds a lot.”

“He bled to death?”

“Pretty sure.”

“You’re…a different breed.”

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