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But it was happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was trapped, bound and gagged in the back of a van, hurtling towards an unknown fate. And for the first time since I'd met Piston, I wasn't sure if I'd make it out alive.

Tears soak the fabric pressed against my face as Piston's warnings echoed in my mind. He'd told me to stay put, to trust him. But I didn't listen. I just had to know if I was pregnant, consequences be damned. Now, I was paying the price for my stubborn pride.

The van lurched forward, the sudden movement sending me rolling across the floor. My shoulder slammed into the side panel, pain exploding through my body. I whimpered, the sound barely audible through the duct tape.

"Shut up back there," one of the men growled, his voice cold and menacing. "Or I'll give you something to really cry about."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. The reality of my situation crashed over me like a tidal wave. These men weren't playing around. They meant business, and I was completely at their mercy.

The vibrations of the engine filled the cramped space, each bump and turn a reminder of how far I was from safety. From Piston. God, what he must be thinking right now. I pictured him pacing in the clubhouse, his jaw clenched with worry and anger.

"Please let me be okay," I prayed silently, my tears soaking the sack. "I need to make it back to him."

But even as the words formed in my mind, I knew they were little more than a desperate plea. The odds were stacked against me, and I had no one to blame but myself.

Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to focus. I couldn't give up, not now. I had to stay alert, to look for any opportunity to escape. It was my only chance at survival.

As the van sped into the unknown, I clung to that thin thread of hope, my determination the only weapon I had left. I would make it out of this. I had to. For Piston. For our future. And for the tiny life that might be growing inside me.

My mind raced, searching for any weakness in my captors' plan. The zip ties bit into my wrists, a constant reminder of my helplessness. But I couldn't let that stop me. I had to keep my wits about me, to be ready for anything.

I strained my ears, trying to catch any hint of where we were heading. The muffled voices of the men up front offered no clues, their words lost in the rumble of the engine.

"Think, Jenny, think," I urged myself, my heart pounding against my ribs. There had to be something I could do, some way to get a message to Piston.

I wiggled my fingers, testing the tightness of my bonds. The plastic dug into my skin, unyielding. But I refused to let that deter me. I'd keep trying, keep fighting, until I found a way out.

As the minutes ticked by, my resolve hardened, my fear slowly transforming into a fierce determination. I wasn't some helpless damsel in distress. I was Jenny fucking Preston, and I wasn't going down without a fight.

I pictured Piston's face, the love and strength in his eyes. He believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. And I sure as hell wasn't going to let him down.

The van hit a pothole, jolting me out of my thoughts. I gritted my teeth, my body aching from the cramped position. But I welcomed the pain, letting it fuel my anger, my determination.

I was going to survive this. I was going to make it back to Piston, to our life together. And when I did, there would be hell to pay for the bastards who dared to take me.

As the van rolled on into the night, I closed my eyes, silently vowing to fight with every breath in my body. They had no idea who they were messing with. But they were about to find out.

SIXTEEN

PISTON

My phone ringsand jolts me out of my thoughts. Probie's name flashes on the screen. A sinking feeling hits my gut as I answer. "Piston, man, I can't find her. Jenny's gone!"

"What the hell do you mean, gone?" My voice is gravel, masking the fear pulsing through me.

"She was just here, I swear. Went to take a piss and now she's fucking vanished."

"Goddammit!" I slam my fist against the wall, rage and terror battling inside me. "I'm on my way."

I burst out of my room, nearly colliding with Dagger in the hallway. "We got a problem. Jenny's missing."

"The fuck?" Dagger looks at me, his brow furrowed.

"Probie can't find her. I knew that dipshit couldn't handle this."

Mason appears, already shrugging on his cut. "Let's ride."

We storm out of the clubhouse, boots pounding against the asphalt. I swing my leg over my bike, the engine roaring to life beneath me. Dagger and Mason flank me as we tear out of the lot.

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