Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
I looked up from counting the till with sympathy. “I feel you sister. There is only so much time a girl can spend in a biker clubhouse, especially with limited wardrobe options.” I sighed, thinking of my walk in back home. “If we don’t get this shit sorted by tonight I’m going to hunt down these fuckers and give them a beat down,” I declared, feeling feisty.
This earned a snort from one of the prospects who had pulled babysitting duty for the day. I glared at him, not for the first time. I didn’t like him at all. He leered at Amy all day as well as anything walking into the store wearing a skirt. He had a shaved head, beady eyes and a gross goatee that made him look like a sleazebag, which by his actions today was a right assumption. He had ignored my glare to take a phone call.
Amy met my eyes. “Before we beat down any rival gangbangers, can we start with him?” she asked pointing her eyes in Taylor’s direction who was currently outside talking heatedly with someone.
“He is seriously sleazy, his beady little eyes have been creeping me out all day.”
“You and me both,” I replied, gathering up the cash I had counted. “I’ll go put this in the safe then we will get to those beers,” I called over my shoulder walking out the back.
I started towards my office, then noticed the back door which led to the back alleyway was open. Something settled in my gut. I didn’t leave that open, in fact it had been locked. Shit. I turned to call to Amy and came face to face with the scariest looking guy I have ever seen. Tattoos everywhere, even on his face and a distinct spider crawling up his neck. I had never seen someone with tattoos pretty much covering his entire face, they were meant to intimidate, and by the look on his face, this guy definitely meant me harm. I dropped the cash, opening my mouth to scream as well as preparing to kick him in the nuts. None of this happened, the goon just smiled holding something up to my neck, and then everything went black.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I woke up slowly, feeling groggy and confused. It took me a moment to remember what happened and another second to realize I was tied up. My hands were bound over my head and I was somehow hanging off the ceiling, my feet barely touching the ground. I also realized that my dress had been taken off and I was clad only in my bra and underwear. Panic began to set in and memories started flooding back to the last time I had all my power taken away from me. It took all of my effort not to hyperventilate. I slowly lifted my head to survey my surroundings. I was in a garage by the looks of it, a tool bench was directly across from me, scary looking instruments were scattered atop it and I gulped, seeing what looked like dried blood on them.
“I see the princess has awoken.” Scary man strolled into my vision and a couple of equally scary guys stood behind him, arms crossed glaring at me.
Fuck, this situation was all too familiar, and I felt terrified beyond belief. I took a breath. No, this time I had someone who would come for me. Cade would come for me.
Scary guy stood so close to me I could smell his rancid breath. He stroked my cheek and I flinched away, trying to stay balanced even though my wrists were burning and my legs felt like jelly.
“Don’t know how Cade landed a high class piece like you, can’t wait to find out what you taste like,” he drawled.
I felt my stomach lurch as he ran a hand down my torso. “Well, basic hygiene was a start, you seriously need a tic tac,” I replied sarcastically with false confidence.
He glared at me, pulling my torso flush towards his, so I could feel his erection. “You’re not going to be so smart after I’m done with you bitch. Although I do hope you have a little more fight than the last one, the fun was over far too quickly for our liking.” He leaned in and licked my cheek.
Bile rose up in my throat and I struggled not to throw up. Fire ran through my veins as I realized he was talking about Laurie. This is the man who killed that poor girl, the man that almost killed Bull and scarred the club. The fucker. Fury replaced my terror, fury at this disgusting excuse for a human, someone who thought he had the right to hurt people, to ruin lives. I brought my knee up to connect with his crotch with as much force as possible. He doubled over, grunting in pain.
“Get your filthy hands off me you piece of scum,” I hissed, relishing in the fact I caused that sick man pain.
He straightened and without me realizing it was happening, his fist connected with my face. My head cracked to the side and pain pulsed through my skull.
“You bitch!” he snarled, punching me again and I felt my lip split. My eyes watered, but I’d had worse than this, I could handle this. I spat out blood that had flooded into my mouth.
“That the best you can do you pussy? My grandmother hits harder than that,” I smiled at him and watched as his tattooed face turned red.
I was prepared for the next punch that landed at my ribs, but the pain still surprised me. I hope he hadn’t cracked a rib, those took ages to heal. I was forced to stay upright, my binds making me unable to fall. My ribs were on fire, but I didn’t let it show.
He smiled, the same smile he gave me back at the store before turning his back to me. “You obviously have some problems learning when to shut the fuck up, don’t worry, I’ll teach you, and I’ll enjoy it too.” He turned, holding a very scary looking pair of pliers. “Maybe I’ll start by ripping some teeth out, then you won’t be so inclined to mouth off.” His voice was ice.