Boss sat back, and June stared out of the window.
Time passed, and it was too soon before they were out of the car. She gasped as Boss grabbed her around the neck and pointed a gun at her head. This was all a little too real, too raw, too damn scary. She was petrified of what was about to happen.
This was for her son, for Killian, and for all of the other girls that had been hurt. She had to do this for them, and to hope that no other girl found her death in the clubhouse up ahead.
Scarlett had promised that she would take care of her son, no matter what, and June believed the kind woman.
Entering the clubhouse, Boss pointed the gun at another leather-clad man.
“I’ve got something your lady wants, and tell her I’m not letting this bitch go without a fight.” Boss growled each word, and he didn’t lower his weapon.
She held onto his arm, trying to deal with everything that was going on. It was scary, and she hated it. June had never been as afraid in all of her life as she was right now. She knew something was about to go bad.
Closing her eyes, she waited, and tried to drown everything else out. Suddenly they were moving forward, and there were shouts, grunts, cries. They entered a much larger room, and seeing what was going on in front of her, nearly had her throwing up all over the place.
“So this is his little slut,” a much older woman said, coming forward.
Past her shoulder, June gasped as she caught sight of Killian being beaten against the wall.
“I take it you’re Lauren,” Boss said.
“The one and only. Who might you be, handsome?”
“I don’t give names,” he said.
“Don’t worry. I can handle no names.” Lauren reached out and stroked June’s cheek. “She looks so sweet, so innocent, so tempting. I know a lot of men are going to love getting their fill of you.”
June squeezed Boss’s arm tighter. She couldn’t help it. The fear was too much, and it scared her.
What was the plan? What did Boss hope to achieve?
There was no easy way out of this, not that she could see. There was only pain and death.
“It’s quite the little set up you’ve got going here. You bring all the girls here, make them do what yo
u want?” Boss asked.
“It’s all for their own good. Yes, this is the perfect place, and we’re able to market it worldwide. We have a huge fan base.”
From the way Lauren looked at Boss, she liked what she saw. There was no way that Boss was going to be suckered in by all this. The rage she heard from him was not something you made up.
“Maybe one day you could stay and watch the show.”
“I don’t rape girls!” Boss moved the gun from June’s head, and fired his gun at the two men at her back. “And I don’t let bitches like you near me.” Boss shot her in the arm, and Lauren lurched back before steadying herself.
June was shoved to the ground as Manic and his crew rushed into the room. Bullets were flying everywhere, and June saw that Killian was still trapped to the wall. She had to do something before he got hit in the crossfire. June crawled toward Killian trying to stay as low as she could, when someone wrestled on top of her.
“You think you’re so smart right now, slut. Wait until I have the entire club lining up to take your pussy. I’ll have them tear it apart, and then I’ll cut you piece by fucking piece.” Lauren slammed June’s head against the floor, dazing her for a little bit.
Fear, panic, or adrenaline—she didn’t know what it was—but she was able to shove Lauren off her back, and slap her hard. When Lauren attempted to get up, June pulled her arm back, clenched her fingers tight, and punched her in the face.
Lauren went down, and that was when June saw the keys hooked at her waist. After grabbing them, she ran over to Killian.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “You’re supposed to be safe with Bain.”
“Shut up, because right now, I’m the one helping you.” She found the key, turned the lock, and as a series of bullets ran across the wall, near where they were standing, Killian pushed her to the floor.
“I’ve got to fucking end this once and for all,” Killian said, kissing her cheek. “I love you, baby.”