“You hide in the closet or under the bed, baby girl. We got this,” Clash assured me.
“But there’s only two of you and there’s…”
“Five of them,” Clash assessed. “Three in the front, two in the back.”
“Eh, we got this,” Snyder added. “They’ll learn not to fuck with the Lewd Outlaws MC after this.”
Snyder carefully opened up the window. He did it so diligently and slowly that not a single sound could be heard from the withered and creaky hinges. How he pulled that off, I’ll never understand.
Snyder shot Clash a look, and at the same time, they started counting down with their fingers…
3…
2…
They didn’t even wait for one. They just began shooting.
I screamed when the first two shots rang out, but I ducked for cover when the walls were blown apart by bullet hole after bullet hole.
Both Clash and Snyder hit the ground, crawling across the floor until they were on the other side of their windows. Then both popped up in tandem, firing off another two shots before dropping back to the ground.
“I got one of them,” Snyder said in glee.
“Well, I got two,” Clash smugly countered.
“Still means there are two left, Clash. Be on fucking alert.”
Snyder yelling at Clash was the wrong thing to do, because bullets began spraying through the thin walls again, almost exactly where Snyder was.
“Fuck!” he bellowed out, jumping away from the wall to crouch in a corner. A single shot blew off the doorknob to the back door and it swung open, but not before I wedged myself into the tiny little closet, between all the weird things that were covered in dust and lurking inside.
Why do they have a mannequin in here?
I couldn’t see what was going on. All I could hear was shot after shot being fired, and then a large thump as a body hit the floorboards of the tiny cabin.
My heart raced inside of my chest, wondering if Snyder and Clash were okay.
A momentary lapse of silence followed, and then the thudding of footsteps as they approached the closet door.
I could literally hear the frantic, irregular beating of my heart pounding in my ears as the person approached, screaming when the door was wrenched open and all I had to hide behind was a creepy mannequin.
I was ripped out of the closet by my hair, then dragged across the floor, kicking and screaming. I saw what looked like Snyder’s body lying on the floor, and my heart sank.
Tears streamed down my face as the big brutal man brought me up to my feet and slammed me face down on the bed.
“No! Stop it!” I cried out, trying to wriggle out from beneath him.
“Shut up, you stupid bitch. Hoax has been looking for your fine ass, and I’m going to bring you to him, but first I’m going to sample that sweet snatch of yours to find out why you were worth the lives of three of my best men.”
His big beefy hands ripped my pants down my legs, popping the button with the sheer brute force of his movement. That same hand cracked down on my ass, but it didn’t bring me pleasure like it did with Clash, Snyder, or Sabbath. It only brought me pain.
“Ah yeah, I’m going to fucking love tearing you apart, pretty.”
“NO! STOP! PLEASE!” I begged for my life to no avail, my stomach clenching when I heard him work off his belt and his pants hit the floor. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back until my ass was pressing against his cock that was probing my entrance. I tried to pull away, but his fingers dug in, gripping me in a way that had me pinned to the bed.
I wasn’t a stranger to being in this situation. In fact, all it did was take me back to the first time Leppard ever had his way with me.
It was a cold rainy day, and most of the club was out on a run. Leppard purposely sent Sabbath out, leaving me practically alone with him in the clubhouse. He’d never shown any interest in me before, so I had no reason to fear him, but for some reason the tides had changed between us, and I found him lurking in the doorway as I was changing clothes.