“What about his Sergeant at Arms? Did you like how his cock felt in you?”
Shame filled me as I thought about the two men who rocked my world with one single fuck, creating a new world for me to explore that I never thought I’d enjoy. My head wandered to Sandman, and everything from before started clicking in place.
The accident.
The sex on his property.
All the shit that brought me to this dark and disgusting room with my crazy as fuck ex.
My eyes darkened with disdain for the man who sat in front of me, and if I was stronger or had a weapon, he’d be fucking dead. I hated how evil he had become; this was not the Monte I remembered… this was the devil in Monte’s old form.
Hoax’s smile crawled across his face like a slimy centipede, and those malicious eyes danced with even more venom. “What about his enforcer? Was his cock enough for you? Or do you think you need more?”
“Fuck you, Hoax.”
He didn’t laugh out loud, but you could see it in his eyes—the pure enjoyment he got out of making me squirm.
“Oh, don’t worry, Shasta. You and I will definitely fuck again. That’s the first step. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk when I’m through with you. Then I’m going to leave you here, naked… beaten… and fucking barely alive for that motherfucker to find you.”
Tears pricked my eyes as memories of Leppard came rushing back in my head. “Why? Why the fuck would you want to do any of this?”
He shrugged. “Consider it a masterful game of chess, and you’re the queen I have captured. But do you know what chess masters do with their queens, Shasta?” He stood up, towering over me as he looked me straight in the eye. “We lay them down and take out their army. And that’s what I’m going to do with that little harem you’re building, Shasta. I’m going to take out each of Sabbath’s pawns one-by one until nothing is left but the Outlaw’s useless King. Then, when he’s lost it all, I’m going to put a bullet in the back of his head, just like he did Leppard.”
My eyes widened.
“Yeah, bitch, I know about that shit, too.” He smirked. “It’s amazing what you learn when you make friends with the right people.” Two more forms stood in the doorway, arms crossed, each of them staring at me like I was a piece of meat slathered in butter.
“But first, I’m going to hit Sabbath right where it counts. You,” he growled, unzipping his zipper after he popped the top button of his jeans. The light in the room switched on, and the door shut behind them, leaving me alone with three very brutal men. “I get first crack at you, but when I’m done, they get a crack too, because unlike Sabbath, I openly share my bitches. So, open your mouth, Shasta. It’s time to remember what your first dick fucking tasted like.”
Chapter Twelve
Sandman
We cautiously entered the building with our guns drawn. Nothing felt right about this situation—nothing. It wouldn’t be this easy. If Hoax was the one who took Shasta, he wouldn’t make things easy on us, not when he had the upper hand.
The ride here was dangerous as fuck. I couldn’t keep my bike on the road very well, and every few seconds I felt like I was going to crash because I kept slipping in and out of partial consciousness. I was a danger to my brothers and myself, but I didn’t care, and no amount of persuasion was going to make me turn around or stop until Shasta was safe and sound.
But walking into these buildings left me feeling uneasy. It was like my body knew Shasta wasn’t okay, and every time I let the thought enter my pounding brain, all parts of me weakened.
“Stay sharp,” Sabbath ordered. “Those fuckers are here somewhere. I can smell them.”
But that wasn’t Crows he was smelling, and the closer we got to the long hallway that led into the tiny almost coffin-like rooms, the stronger the stench got.
Blood.
Sex.
Vomit.
I knew the scents well, and it only intensified when we came to a stop next to the only room with the door closed.
“Jesus. What the fuck is that smell?” Sabbath scowled, covering his nose with his arm.
My heart thundered inside my chest and before anyone else could react, I was at the door, ready to throw it open and save the woman who weaseled her way into my heart without even trying.
The sturdy metal door was locked, but not even a locked door was going to keep me away from her.
Like a battering ram, I repeatedly threw myself against the door, denting the rusted metal with each forceful blow. After the fifth hit, the door gave way, sending me sprawling to the floor, my head cracking against the pavement.