Page 94 of Obliterate

Bayou scowls. “That noise… dear God. That wasyouand… and…Ingrid?” He grimaces, his whole body shuddering.

I nod, and before I can say anything, Bayou rushes forward, landing a fist in my gut. The pain makes my vision turn black for a moment, and I see stars as I let out a heavy breath, hunching over, coughing after getting the wind knocked out of me. I place my hand on the wall to keep myself upright, but Bayou and Hurricane only get angrier the more they talk to each other.

“He’s obviously takin’ advantage of Ingrid in her vulnerable state,” Hurricane grinds out the words in a low growl.

I would say something, but I can’t.

I’m completely winded.

Bayou adds, “Has to be. Ineverpictured this asshole as the type. But if he would do this to her, he could take advantage of any of the girls. We need unity in this club, Hurricane. Hehasto pay for this bullshit.”

Hurricane nods. “No one uses and abusesourfamily. Family is everythin’ to us, South. You’ve been here long enough to understandthatby now. You’ve given usnoother choice.”

Hurricane glances at Bayou, and he nods, a secret twin code being shared between them. Before I know it, they’re bending down and hoisting me up. Hurricane grabs me by my torso and Bayou at my legs.

My eyes widen as I try to wriggle, but they’re the same size as me, so two of them against me is impossible for me to fight off. “The fuck, guys?” I somehow rasp out as they drag me through the clubhouse, the other guys watching as they walk me through, furrowing their brows, obviously wondering what the fuck is going on.

I try to call out, but I’m still so fucking winded from Bayou’s gut punch as they take me out the back of the clubhouse. My anxiety reaches a critical level when they walk me toward the bayou, knowing precisely what is down that way and what they do to people in the bayou.

I try to fight and kick, but nothing is working—they’re too strong.

Hurricane opens the gate to the bayou, and they begin walking me down the rickety dock to where they feed La Fin.

Somehow, I find my voice again. “Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing,” I yell.

Hurricane’s holding my arms, Bayou’s holding my legs as they dangle me over the murky depths.

The faint outline of the alligator swimming up makes my heart race so hard it feels like it is about to burst out of my chest.

“You messed with our family, South. We don’t give afuckwho you are! You hurt the women we love… wewillcome after you.”

“Stop thisright fucking now, or so help me, God, or I willnever,and mean…nevertalk to you again,” Ingrid calls out as she races down the dock.

My heart leaps into my throat. Ingrid’s fully dressed, though her hair is messy, but she has never looked more like an angel than she does right now.

Oh, Jesus!

An armed angel.

Firmly in her grip, she holds a 9mm casually at her side.

Hurricane and Bayou are both tense as fuck as she steps up to them, a serious expression on her face. Using the 9mm to point to the dock, she demands, “Put him back on the dock right this instant, boys.Right fucking NOW!” she demands, shooting a single round into the dock.

Of all times for my cock to wake up, now is not it.

She’s hot as hell fired up like this.

And for me.

They hesitate but slowly bring me back toward the dock, and Bayou lowers my legs to the wooden slats. Hurricane shoves me with a little extra grunt as he lets me go, and I take a few steps back to gain my equilibrium.

I will gladly take whatever they have to dish out as long as I’m still breathing at the end of it.

It’s then I notice Grudge standing behind the gate, watching this all go down with the biggest smirk on his face. Jesse is coming down the path toward us.

Fucking hell, I guess everyone is going to get an eyeful.

At least it’s not watching me be La Fin’s next meal.

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