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“Because. He took something from me. And now I’m goingto take something from him. Slug! Don’t let anyone touch her. I’m going to enjoy this one. I’ll feed her to you all once I’ve had enough. Wait for things to calm down, I’ll text you when it’s clear for movement, then you’ll bring my new little pet to me.”
“Got it, Prez.”
They hang up the call and stand, looking down at me like they’re contemplating actually listening to the orders they were just given. I curl into myself, wishing like hell I had more clothes on.
“He said not to touch her,” says the one too far away for me to read his name on his vest.
“She broke my fuckin’ nose, so I’m gonna fuck with her.”
“You heard the rule, Prez wants to break this one in, then we get a turn till there’s nothin’ left of her.”
“You disgusting pigs. You’re not going to touch me!” I scream.
“Want to make a bet, darlin? We’re gonna take turns fuckin’ that snatch between your legs until you’re overflowin’ with cum.” His hand reaches out, roughly gripping my chin and forcing my mouth open. I try to fight against his hold but he’s too fucking strong. He wrenches my mouth open as tears prick my eyes. I will not give these motherfuckers the satisfaction of seeing me cry. They will not break me. No matter what.
“You’re gonna be our cum slut. We’re gonna fuck every hole. Over and over and over again, and that’s after I use my knife and cut up your flawless body. I like my whores dirty and withering in pain while I fuck ’em.” His voice is eerily calm, like he’s telling me about his trip to the grocery store, not how I was about to be brutally and violently raped by their club.
The sadistic, maniacal look on his face sends the graveness of my situation to take over just as he spits into my mouth, quickly jamming my mouth shut and plugging my nose. I shake my head against his hold, his greasy hands rough against myskin. I dry heave, hard. Gagging as my stomach turns, bile rising to the surface. “Swallow, you dirty slut. This is the least of what you’ll be swallowing as soon as you’re given to us. You know what it’s like to be starved, darlin’?” he drawls as I struggle to breathe. I swallow hard, getting it over with and hoping like hell he isn’t about to suffocate me right here. After a moment, he finally releases me, his hand dropping to his side, my head falling back against the headboard as I gasp to fill my lungs with precious oxygen.
“That’s what Prez does. He starves his pack. So when we’re finally fed, we’re rabid, ready to devour whatever is put in front of us. You’re our next meal, and some of us haven’t eaten in weeks.” He licks his lips in a disgusting display that churns my stomach again, before he turns and walks out of the room, the other man following behind. I don’t realize I’m crying until the wetness drips down my chin and neck. This can’t be the end for me, locked up in some crumbling building to be raped and beaten? Nothing makes any sense. Why were they at Rogue? What the hell were they looking for?
My mind drifts to Reid, and I immediately feel a wave of longing. How long before someone realizes I’m gone? How will they even know where to look for me? Questions rattle me as fear clutches its nails in deep.
How the hell am I going to survive this?
CHAPTER 12
reid
We ride togetherin a show of force through Amberwood. A lethal combination of anger and fear pumps through my veins in heavy doses. I’ve been on plenty of runs over the last fourteen years as a member and road sergeant of Hell’s Heathens, but only two have made me this out of my mind.
I do what I can to push Sawyer’s pain-laced voice out of my head, trying not to lose myself to thinking about what could be happening to Kinsey right now. The way they cut up the dancers at our club with people right on the other side of the door would make a grown man sick to his stomach, and they’ve got my girl alone in the middle of an abandoned industrial park with no one to hear her screams.
My girl.
Jesus, I love the sound of that. But she’ll never be my girl, and I need to remember that. There’s no her and I. Especially not now. Once again, I’ve put someone I care about in the hands of some of the most evil scum of the earth. I should have made sure we erased every single one of themfrom existence, and because of my failure to do that, the Iron Wolves are amassing numbers and strength, pushing back against us after all this time.
I won’t make the same mistake twice.
Half a mile out from the garage, we slow to a crawl, slipping onto the shoulder and pulling to a stop. The industrial park is surrounded by a rusted chain-link fence, with newly installed CCTV cameras. If we needed any sign that this was the place they’re hunkered down in, we just got it. No one’s been over to this shithole since these businesses closed down years ago. It’s no compound, but it’s definitely a hideout.
“Wrath, can you get all the cameras down?”
“Already on it.”
A boom of thunder claps overhead, making a crew of fifteen bikers wince. The rain starts to crash down on us a moment later like a bad fucking omen, and I curse under my breath.
“This is good. We’ll have the noise working to our advantage,” Chaos reassures.
Several prospects pull out bolt cutters and get to work cutting into the fence. My boots sink into the sodden ground, the stench of wet, damp earth filling my nose as I walk up closer to the fence, looking out into the dark night. I’m so fucking close. Kinsey is in there somewhere, and I know she’s alive. I feel it in my bones.
She’s strong.
My little fighter.
I’ll heal whatever condition she’s in. I’ll get her through this. I’m the only one who can.
Chaos steps up next to me, his back straight and solid as he always is, but he’s calmer, his voice low and laced with concern that is all Camden.
