My mind soaks up every word he speaks like a sponge, but my heart pleads with me not to listen. I don’t want to believe anything Jekyll says, but he knows too much. I would be stupid to think he was lying and that there isn’t a bit of truth to everything.
But how could Viking betray me like this? I was falling in love with him and now…Shit, fuck. Who am I kidding? I am so fucking in love with him, but there’s no way I can be with him if he’s going to be a part of this hateful club. The Oath Keepers will probably kill him for this anyhow.
Jekyll uses his free hand to twist my nipples painfully and sadly all I can do is whimper. I want to cry out, cursing him to hell, but I can’t. At the strangled noise leaving me, he smirks, running his digits down my chest and stomach, pausing at the button on my shorts.
He leans in beside my ear, close enough that I can feel his short hot pants and pushes his fingers inside my bottoms, far enough to go under the elastic of my panties. “Let me fill you in, as I’m sure he didn’t share the news with you,” Jekyll mumbles quietly, “He’s due to be patched as the President of the Widow Makers MC soon, and there’s no way I’m letting you fuck it up. I’m ready to pass the gavel down and watch my oldest take my place.”
No. Please be lying. I don’t want him taken from my life. He’s mine; he belongs to me. We haven’t had enough time yet.
His calloused fingers rub back and forth over the smooth skin above my pubic hair, continuing, “He can have the gavel, and I’ll have your snatch as my parting gift. You’re one lucky little girl; in our club we share. Think of the fun you’ll have being passed around until we dispose of your body.”
Sickness whirls through me, my gaze blurring as my head becomes fuzzy and makes me want to wretch at the bitter flavor that’s abruptly overtaken my taste buds. I’m confident and strongheaded, not letting people get me down in everyday life, but I’ve also been diagnosed with panic attacks. It was a wake-up call and also my doctor’s way of telling me that I was trying to be too perfect for my father when I was younger. I wanted him to stay, so I tried everything I could think of, then he’d leave, and my mom would be a mess. I couldn’t help but panic, and over the years, I’ve learned how to keep the attacks at bay by staying mad inside.
My anger’s faded with Jekyll’s torments, morphing into a sense of loss, fear, and sadness. His latest taunt has me conjuring up images filled with the room of filthy men sexually assaulting me and then killing me. Even with the air conditioner blasting cold air throughout the bar, beads of sweat trail down my back, catching on Blaze’s shirt.
At the feeling of Blaze thickening and resting his cock against my back, shakes start to set in, racking my body with nervousness and fear. I can’t stop the thoughts running through my mind that Blaze could easily rip my shorts down and force his hardness inside.Viking won’t want me.More tears fall, and I gag into his palm, ready to empty the contents of my stomach.
Blaze’s hand flies from my mouth like it’s on fire, then sharp pricks of pain explode from my scalp as he grasps onto the back of my hair. Yanking the platinum strands harshly, he wrenches my head back in outrage. “You better not throw up on me, you dumb bitch.” Growling, he shoves my head forward with such force, my neck pops, protesting the movement as he releases my hair.
Jekyll chuckles, amused at the display and steps back. “You can still have your turn whether she pukes or not.” He’s loving the fact that he’s tormenting me enough to make me physically ill and that it’s grossing Blaze out.
Blaze scoffs, “I’m not touching that twat if she’s gonna fucking wretch. Maybe we should dope her up first. Besides, she looks like she’s gonna pass the fuck out anyhow.” He nods at me, and all the guys start to really stare at me.
“Well, I’ll be damned, looks like Viking chose a weak-ass bitch,” Jekyll chortles and the men all laugh in agreement. “Just throw the whore down, she can sit up against the bar. I don’t want this one drugged up at first; I want to see if she’ll try fighting me.” They all chuckle again, and it takes everything in me not to toss my stomach contents.
The two bikers holding onto my arms drag me backward a few paces then propel me to the stained concrete floor.
My ass smarts as I land harshly on the solid ground, a smell yelp of “Shit!” escaping. Thankfully, no one pays me any mind because my cell phone digs into my butt cheek, reminding me of its presence.
A speck of hope rises, feeling the small square still in my possession.
Greasy guy crouches down, stopping about four inches in front of my face. Even with him this close to my nakedness, I can’t help but pray silently that my screen isn’t cracked, and I can get ahold of someone.
Smirking, he glances at my chest. “I’m fuckin’ those titties when it’s my turn.” Flicking my nipple, he stands, staring at my breasts while adjusting what looks to be a tiny dick pressing against his dark wash jeans and turns around to face Jekyll.
Bastard.
He can think whatever he likes. As soon as I know that they’re all distracted enough, and I get a chance, I’m calling for help. It’s times like this that I’m my father’s daughter, because when the anger comes, so does my clarity and I’m hoping that I get the opportunity to shoot this nasty monkey in his dick.
We arrive back atthe hotel after a long-ass ride and get settled in. We didn’t speak two words climbing off our bikes, and I’m pretty sure the maid we brought along won’t be able to walk for a week after a trip like that. I prefer the northern runs the most during this time of year, not this bullshit sweating until your nuts chafe, and you get a rash up your ass crack. It took me two showers to scrub the road grime off, and my balls are fucking tender enough that I’m not gonna be able to fuck my woman like I’d planned. It’ll be slow and steady with her on top.
I’ll give her a call shortly and head across the street for a beer to wait on her. I’m sure Exterminator hit up Scot and let him know we were headed back. I wonder if the old man knows what’s up at the bar. There were about ten bikes parked out front when we rolled in. It’s not unusual for the regulars to be drinking already; however, I didn’t see any of theirs parked out front.
Nightmare had a hell of a time riding back. I’m thinking the heat and blood loss was making him weak after his adrenaline finally started to dissipate. At one point he was swerving so much, I thought he was going to pass the fuck out. I’ve never been worried about him like that. He’s a tough dude, but I almost suggested he stop off at a hospital. I’m glad we were able to make it back first, that way no authorities will be flagged by him getting medical attention.
Heading outside, I check for him, but find his bike still gone. He decided to stop over at the Charter to see if they had a private doctor that’d look him over. Hopefully, Night gets that shit squared away; it would fucking blow if something serious happened to his leg because he was too stubborn to get it taken care of.
Digging a cigarette out, I get it lit and the first drag filling my lungs as Spider leaves his room. He starts my way, glancing up, surprised when he notices me already out here.
“Can I bum one?”
My eyebrow rises as I stare down at him. “It tastes like shit. Why you want to smoke?”
“Because I guess with how everything went down south, the Nomads are going to pummel my ass. Might as well pick up a bad habit on the way.”
Chuckling, I shake my head, “Nope.”
“No?”