“Don’t be so tense,Penny,” Tucker says, stepping closer. “I’ll pay you whatever Ryder is paying you. I want a taste of that sweet pussy.”
“No…” I take a few steps back until I hit the shelf in the living room.
He cocks his head to the side. “No?” His eyes darken, glaring daggers at me. “This ain’t pick and choose, bitch. You’re working off club money, so everyone in the club has a right to fuck you.”
Fear grabs me and holds me in place. Unable to move a muscle, I just stand there shaking like a leaf. He raises his hand and grips a handful of my shirt, ripping it. Then he grabs my breast, kneading painfully hard, and that’s when I snap out of it. The pain he causes is enough to get me moving.
I shove him away from me, covering my breasts with one arm while trying to move past him. Unfortunately, I’m not fast enough. He grabs my arm and pushes me back against the shelf.
“Bitch, I didn’t say we were done,” he growls. Before I can make another attempt to get away, his fist connects with my face. My head snaps back, hitting the corner of the shelf. All too familiar pain spreads across my face and the back of my skull. I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for more to come.
An ear-piercing warning growl booms through the room. My eyes pop open just in time to see Mojo’s large body come up from the side and snap at Tucker’s leg.
“What the fuck?” Tucker backs up, shock and anger written all over his face. I take this opportunity to make a run for the back door. Thanking Mojo in my head for saving me from this asshole, I fly out the door, running as fast as my legs can carry me. I don’t know where I’m going or what I’m doing. Right now, I just have one thing on my mind.
Get away.