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I fell against the table, catching myself on my extended arms as he dug his fingers into my hips. A moment later, he forced his pelvis against my ass, and I felt him grow thick inside me before he moaned loudly into the room. The men at the table watched with wide eyes as he finished inside me.
Adrik whispered one final thing to me before he withdrew his quickly shrinking dick. “I’ll see you soon, little bird.”
I prayed he was wrong as he pulled away from me and I collapsed onto the floor, feeling intense pain shoot throughout my body. Lifting my head to see the interaction, I watched Adrik tuck his bloody penis back into his pants and walk up to my father.
They shook hands, my virgin blood sealing their deal.
“Let’s grab a drink,” Adrik said to my father, chuckling. “Take my little bird to her cage,” he instructed.
“Papa?” I asked through tears, and he turned away from me like I wasn’t even there. I shouted “NO!” as Adrik and my father left me on the floor, half-naked, with six strange men standing around me.
I’d never forget what happened that night, or what Adrik took from me. I’d never forget the men sitting at the table, leering at my pain as he violated me. I’d never forget my father giving me to a sadistic maniac then walking away without a second glance.
Most of all, I’d never forget the next three years of my life with Adrik, and all the humiliating, degrading, and vicious acts he made me endure, causing every minute of every day from that point forward to be a living hell.
There was one shining spot in all the darkness, and if it was the last thing I did, I was going to protect her from the cruelties I was forced to live through.
Even if it meant sacrificing myself to protect her, I was going to burn all their empires to the ground.
Chapter 1
Hawk
Present Day
For the last few years, I’d watched from my spot behind the bar as brother after brother fell to his knee when he found hisOne.I thought I had that with Araneta, but that bitch split on me and the kids almost a year ago, leaving us to pick up the pieces.
Everyone said we were better off without her, but were we? My kids lost a mother—not that she ever lived up to the title—and I lost my old lady. Our family was broken, and after the way I grew up, I never wanted that for my kids. I was over the sting of her rejection and ready to move on, but the last thing I needed was another cut slut. What the kids needed . . . what I needed . . . was someone who wanted to be cherished, who wanted a family.
Hailey, Hatchet’s old lady, and I had become good friends since she moved onto the compound six months ago, and right on time, I saw her walking across the empty clubhouse with her faithful dog, Jasmine. I’m sure you’re asking what an almost forty-year-old biker and a twenty-two-year-old young woman had in common, but we connected on a level I didn’t even understand.
It all started when she was rescued, or should I say, when she rescued herself. I took care of a wounded Jasmine while the Death Hounds and the Callahans rode out to save her. The secrets that came out over the few days that followed were enough to make anyone dizzy, so when Hailey first sat down at the bar and started talking to me about what was running through her head, I listened.
It became something that we did almost every day. She and Jasmine would come and sit with me, we would talk, opening up about various things in our lives, and not once did either of us pry into the other’s pain. We listened, we consoled, and when the time called for it, we took a shot and washed away the pain with whiskey.
Today, she had a pep in her step as she approached the bar along the front wall of the clubhouse. Jasmine’s tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she trotted next to Hailey, and I chuckled as I poured her a bowl of water and placed it on the floor in front of the bar. Jasmine pushed her head against my hand, and I gave her a scratch behind her floppy Doberman ears before turning my attention to Hailey.
