Without further argument, the men left the club in two groups, loaded with weapons.
Nikki and Dee came out not long afterwards, and both women hugged her when they saw her. Dee noticed the difference in the club.
“We haven’t had much energy left to clean,” Dee admitted.
“Don’t worry about it. I can handle it,” Broni said, placing her arm over her shoulder.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Dee said, leaning against her.
“You two have a seat. I’ll fix you something to eat,” Broni offered.
She fixed the girls a quick meal as they told her how after her and Rhys had disappeared, everyone had returned to normal, leaving the devastation in their wake. The government agencies and law enforcement were nonexistent, gangs of men had taken over the streets, and women without men to protect them were being attacked and taken.
Ransom and Harlow returned with a bounty of items; flashlights, batteries, gasoline, and canned foods. The men seemed bolstered by their success. Broni and Abby organized the items in the back room.
“You were right,” Adam admitted as he watched his men.
Broni filled his glass, placing a plate of food before him at the table he was sitting at with his men.
“Dee, get your ass on the stage,” Tank yelled from across the room.
Dee put down the bottle of liquor she was holding to refill a glass then went to the stage, stripping her clothes and beginning to dance.
Harlow picked up Nikki, carrying her to the stage. He set her on the edge, pulling her top and shorts off.
“Shake that ass!” he rudely yelled.
Broni looked down at Adam. “I’ll kill the first man that comes near me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he replied.
The men became rowdier as the night grew later.
Adam found her at the bar, standing guard over Abby.“Let’s go. It’s not safe for you two out here any longer.”
Abby and Broni both followed him to the bedrooms. Adam locked Abby into Jace’s room before opening the door to the one next door. Broni cautiously went inside looking around. It was cleaner than she’d thought it would be with a bed and a chest of drawers as the only furniture.
“Get some sleep.” Adam closed the door and Broni heard the lock click before hearing his booted feet leaving.
Her backpack and sword were already on the chest, having given both to Adam earlier.
Broni opened the drawers, taking a t-shirt and a pair of boxers out before going to the bathroom where she saw that Adam still had running water. Showering, she washed the dirt and grime away from her trek in the forest. She then dried herself off, dressing before lying down on the bed.
Broni groaned at the softness. Rolling over, she looked out the grimy window with bars across it. She stared out at the dark sky, letting the tears she had been holding back loose. She refused to feel sorry for herself; she was stuck here because she had tried to do something their law forbid. She would willingly pay the price, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t miss her family in the coming years.
* * *
She was jolted awake later when the bed moved. She jerked upright, clutching her sword.
“What the fuck! Put that down,” Adam grunted when she accidently poked him in the ribs.
“Adam?”
“Yes. Put that sword away before you neuter me.”
“Sorry.” Broni almost giggled at his grouchiness, insteadshe kept the sword pointed exactly where it was. “Why are you in here?”
“Because this is my fucking room, and I’m not sleeping in the clubroom. I’m being nice letting you share my bed instead of making you fuck forty horny bikers,but you can choose which you prefer.”