“How does it feel to be fucked by a real man?”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Tank yelled, standing up.
The young biker made the mistake of laughing in Tank’s face. “You want to watch, Tank? That Jell-O you call a dick might actually get hard.”
That was all it took; Tank attacked him, and with his cock buried in Jessie, the kid didn’t stand a chance.
Tank stepped behind him, putting his arm around his neck and then twisting his head in one movement. The biker was dead in less than a second.
Broni screamed, rising to her feet while Adam and Rhys ran toward Tank who pulled his handgun from behind his back, pointing it at Rhys.
“No.” Broni tried to push him out of the way, but Rhys took them both to the floor, upending a table to block the shots that Tank was firing into the room.
Pandemonium erupted. Bikers and women ran from the room in all directions.
“Broni!” Broni turned, hearing her name. Abby was in the doorway, almost knocked over from the others fleeing. Abby ran toward her and the gunfire suddenly stopped.
Broni started to rise up, but Rhys pushed her back down.“Stay put!”
He got to his feet, but before he could reach Abby, Tank put a hand around her neck, holding her still.
“No!” Broni screamed.
“Shut the fuck up. Take another step, Rhys, and I will blow her fucking brains out.”
Rhys and Adam immediately stopped. Jace tried to move closer, however one of Tank’s friends hit him with the barrel of his gun. Balder tried from another direction, only coming to a stop when Tank cocked the gun against Abby’s temple.
“Tank, stop. Let’s all cool down.” Adam tried to gain control of the situation. Tank was too far gone, though. He started edging toward the door with his four friends following him, their guns keeping everyone in place.
“If you come out this door after her, you’ll be burying her,” Tank threatened, going out the door with his friends following closely.
“Shit!” Adam yelled, running for the door without going outside.
Broni tried to run after them, but Rhys held her back with his arm around her waist. “Broni, calm down. We’ll get her back, but charging after him will only get her hurt.”
“He’s going to hurt her anyway, Rhys. If we don’t stop him—”
The loud sound of the motorcycles leaving had them gazing outside. They were leaving the compound, and Tank had tied Abby’s wrists around his waist. Her terrified face stared back at Broni.
“Harlow, get Balder. Jace, follow them.”
Jace took off.
“We’ll get her back,” Rhys said grimly. “Go stay in the bedroom. Adam and I will follow behind the others.”
Broni nodded her head, watching as both men left. She stood at the door for several minutes before realizing the futility of staring at the empty yard.
Slowly, everyone started coming back inside the clubroom.
“Are you okay?” Dee asked.
“I’m fine. Let’s get the room straightened.”
It took an hour to right the room and clean the broken glass up from the floor. Afterward, Broni couldn’t bring herself to go to the bedroom without knowing how Abby was. Dee and Nikki both sat down with her while Jessie stood uncertainly at the counter. The men, subdued, had ignored her the rest of the night.
Relief flooded through her when she heard the sounds of the motorcycles approaching the gate. The men came in tired with expressions that told the news wasn’t good.
“Tank took her to a YMCA at the edge of town. It’s been taken over by a large group,” Rhys told her.