Nodding, Rage fired up his engine, and straddled his machine. When he got his hands on the fuckers who hurt his woman, he was going to show them exactly why he was called Rage. He only hoped that by the time he was done killing the fuckers, Penny could still look at him afterward.
Saint took the lead as club Prez, and Rage rode to his right. The club had his back, but right now, he couldn’t think about his brothers. His thoughts were on the woman who owned his heart, and the woman he intended to marry with the ring in his pocket.
I’m coming, Penny.
If those fuckers took Penny from him, or made it so his woman didn’t look at him with that sweet smile of hers, he was going to make sure everyone paid dearly for it.
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Penny’s face hurt, and her lip was split. Whoever said being slammed against a truck wasn’t that bad, was lying. It hurt so damn bad, and her body was so sore.
“So, this is Rage’s little bitch.” The man who’d done all the slamming and punching grabbed the back of her head, and tugged her up.
She screamed out in pain, and hated herself for being so weak. Why did men always go for a woman’s hair?
Why are you thinking about that now?
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m going to wipe all memory of that asshole from your mind.”
He grabbed her breast, and Penny lashed out, slapping her palm against his cheek. It was the wrong thing to do as he threw her to the ground, and slammed his foot into her stomach.
She gasped out, holding onto her stomach as the pain radiated throughout her whole body. Curling into a ball, tears leaked from her eyes, and she thought about Rage.
Come and get me, Rage.
I love you.
There was no doubt in her mind that Rage would come for her. She only hoped that he would make it before this asshole hurt her in ways that couldn’t be repaired.
Biting her lip, she tucked some hair behind her ear, listening as the men argued.
“Sean, man, this wasn’t the plan. You said we were only going to scare the club, make it look like Pipe.”
“What better way to start a war than to take one of their bitches?” The one clearly called Sean, grabbed the jacket from her waist, and held it up. “This is one of the bitches. They’re going to think orders came from Pipe.”
“Not if they call Pipe first,” Penny said.
Before they could dispute what she just said, the truck came to a stop, and the door was opened. The jacket was thrown to the floor of the van, forgotten by the men.
Penny was grabbed, and when she saw the abandoned warehouse, she started to fight them. If she could get away, she’d be fine, and nothing bad was going to happen. Using her nails, she scratched the man holding her, and jammed her knee into another’s dick.
Someone grabbed her hair, and Sean wrapped his hands around her neck, cutting off her air. She clawed at his wrists, trying to get free.
“We’ve got ourselves a little fireball. Come on, boys, I know exactly what to do with this little bitch, and show her what is meant to happen.” She was shoved through the main door of the warehouse, and Sean grabbed her hands, holding them tightly within his.
He shoved her over a table, tugging her hands out in front of her, and over her head. She cried out as cuffs were wrapped around each of her wrists, binding her over the table.
“Let me go!”
She didn’t like how this exposed her, left her vulnerable, and unable to fight.
“Rage will come for you. He’s going to beat the shit out of you, and make you wish you were never fucking born.”
Rage’s jacket being taken from her and thrown to the floor of the van was like a violation to her body.
“I wonder if he’ll fight for a woman who is used goods. There’s five of us, and I bet they could all use a pounding inside this pussy.”