Laylajumped off the stage into his arms, winding her legs around his hips. He carried her out of the clubroom towards his bedroom while Broni continued dancing, refusing to acknowledge the men.
It was over an hour before Layla and Rhys returned to the room. He took his seat at the back table while Layla went to the bar and started serving drinks. Her heart heavy, Broni wished she didn’t care the two had just had sex as her legs trembled with fatigue.
“Adam said that’s enough for the night,” Mason said from the side of the stage.
Broni leaned down, picking up her clothes. She dressed before climbing down from the stage, determined to go to the room she shared with Rhys. As she walked between the tables, Tank reached out, jerking her down onto his lap.
“Why did you get dressed again?” His hands went to the bottom of her t-shirt, jerking it off.
Broni struggled against him, feeling his cock underneath her wiggling body.
“Keep that up, and I’ll come in my jeans,” he groaned in her ear.
Before she could stop herself, she elbowed him in his stomach. His hand went to her hair, jerking it back before slamming her head onto the table. Broni was stunned at the brutality of the man’s actions, unable to fight back when he roughly grabbed one of her breasts, pinching her nipple cruelly.
“Let her go,” Rhys spoke abovethe laughter of Tank’s friends sitting at the table.
“Fuck off, Rhys. You’re not in charge. Why should you be allowed to be theonly one to fuck her? You’ve had her and Layla, too. Dee’s with Jace tonight and Becca is fucking Mason. There’s nothing left.”
“If you hadn’t putNikki out of commission, you would have her. Layla’s not tired; she’s good for another round.”
“Bastard!” Layla screamedfrom across the room.
“Adam doesn’t want her touched until tomorrow. If you want her that bad, buy her. Then she can be yours anytime you want her.”
Broni gaped at Rhys. She didn’t want the bastard to have control over her.
Tank pinched her breast tighter. “Okay, but I’m going to take a taste to do me until tomorrow night.” His huge hand jerked her head backagain.
This timehis mouth covered hers, his rank breath making Broni want to vomit, but she held it back, refusing entrance to his vile tongue. However, he bit at her lips until she helplessly opened them to his thick tongue. She started to have a hard time trying to still her rolling stomach. Just as she was sure she couldn’t hold it back any longer, he raised his head, and Broni tore herself off his lap.
She tried to move towards Rhys, but the biker sitting next to Tank jerked her back down onto his lap, pawing her breasts as he took her mouth in another disgusting kiss. Broni struggled against him, and he raised his head, laughing at her furious face, passing her to the biker sitting next to him. This time, she didn’t struggle against the mouth pressed down onto hers, only wincing slightly when her mouth was searched by another man whose mouth tasted like beer and sweat.
Thankfully the last one at the table released her, letting her get to her feet by Rhys. He held out her t-shirt and she yanked it from his grasp, tugging it over her sore breasts. Forcing back her humiliation as she gave both Rhys and Adam disgusted looks, she left the clubroom going to Rhys’s room.
She went in, slamming the door closed behind her, the already miserable night made worse when she was confronted with the stifling smell of alcohol and sex. The tumbled bed spoke volumes about the lust that Rhys and Layla had shared a short time ago.
Broni lost what temper she had left. Storming to the bed in a fit of temper, she jerked off the dirty sheets and blankets before wadding them together. Going to the door, she opened it and threw the bundle out into the hallway.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Rhysasked, stopping to pick up the dirty sheets and blanket.
“Getting rid of the odor you and your whore left in the room,” Broni said in a deceptively calm voice.
“If you don’t want to sleep on them, then sleep on the fucking floor or go wash them. I’m sure Tank will be thrilled to see you again.” Rhys threw the dirty laundry down onto the only chair in the room.
“Why don’t you go wash your own dirty laundry? You’re the one that got them filthy,” Broni snapped.
“Jealous?” he questioned. “What’s wrong, Broni? Are you upset I picked Layla to fuck? Don’t worry; after tomorrow, I’m sure whoever buys you will share. I give it a week before you’re begging for my dick.” Rhys’s cruel words were like a smack in her face. She turned, giving him her back.
“I’m tired. I want to go to sleep. Unlike you, I haven’t slept the better part of the day.” Silence met her quiet words before Broni heard the door open and close.
She went into the shower, taking a clean t-shirt and panties with her. She washed her hair and body, seeing that the tips of her breasts were bruised. She dried off after her shower then went to the sink to brush her teeth, rinsing the taste of the bikers out her mouth.
Dressed in her t-shirt, she went back into the bedroom to find Rhys lying on the bed. The mattress had a clean sheet and blanket on it. The dirty ones were still on the chair, so Broni knew at least he hadn’t put those back on while she had been showering.
Broni walked barefoot across the room, turned out the light, and climbed onto the bed, her back to Rhys. She stayed as close to the edge as possible, not touching the man.
Neitherspoke in the stiff silence. Gradually, Broni was exhausted enough to drift off. She tossed and turned throughout the night, unable to get comfortable. Unconsciously, she slung out her leg and a loud yell half woke her until a pair of strong arms pinned her to the mattress. She often had nightmares about those last few moments in the Hallway of Death.