Page 48 of Hell & Back

“From Crockett. You know, president of the Phantom Furies?”

“Oh, yeah. The dick.”

Nickle looked behind him to see if Oliver was paying attention to them. He was looking out the side window, lost in his own little world for now.

“Seriously. It’s really hot in here.” She pinched at the front of her shirt and started fanning herself quickly, trying to create a breeze.

“I’ll turn on the air.” He reached over and pulled her hand away from her shirt and cranked the AC up.

“Ahh. Thank you.” She positioned one of the vents to blow directly on her. Her nipples pebbled to hard points. She wasn’t sure if it was from the cool air or the drug making her so damn horny.

“We’re here.” Why did Nickle sound so relieved?

Instead of stopping at the clubhouse, they drove around to the building behind it. The one she’d told Jed about. Oh shit. Was his friend Darren in there? Looked like she might be finding out if they brought her inside. If he was inside, how would she contact Jed to let him know? Then she wondered why she would want to after the way he’d treated her in her home.

Nickle stopped the car, but didn’t shut if off. Before she could ask what was going on, her door was yanked open. She squealed when RIP bent down, giving her a smile she was sure worked with the whores in his club. To her it was twisted and scary as hell.

“Come on. Outcha go.” Why did he sound so damn chipper? He unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her by her upper arm and helped her out of the car. He closed the door and Nickle drove away with Oliver.

“Where’s Nickle going with Oliver?” Were they taking him away from her? Would she ever see him again? God damn it. Why couldn’t she think clearly?

“He’s taking him home so his old lady can get him fed.”

“Oh. Okay.” That made sense, but she’d been looking forward to spending time with the little guy. She’d missed him when she was in Redemption. She worried about him constantly. Was he getting enough to eat? Was he getting enough sleep? How washe doing in school? Did Nickle and his old lady love him like she did?

RIP led her through the door of the old gray building that looked like it had seen better days. Upon entering it didn’t look much better. The walls had white peeling paint and the concrete floor was covered in dirt and God only knew what else. There were no windows and there was only one door. It was positioned all the way back at the rear wall. He all but dragged her across the length of it until they met up with Crockett at a battered black door.

“You feeling good, Sadie?” Crockett asked, eying her closely.

“Yes.” Why did she tell him that? She did feel good, but she was also getting really horny. Damn it. Her bra kept rubbing her nipples and it was driving her crazy.

“You feeling horny?” RIP chuckled.

She refused to answer the pig.

They both stared at her chest and laughed. “I’d say that’s a yes,” RIP licked his lips, making her stomach roll.

“Since you fucked up your assignment in Redemption, you’re going to be useful to me in another way.” Crockett rocked back on his heels, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Uh oh. “What way?”

“You’re going to strip down and we’re going to bring you to meet someone. RIP,” he motioned for him to help her take her clothes off.

Take my clothes off? She slapped at RIP’s hands. “Stop that! Keep your hands off me!” She was sick and tired of being manhandled.

“Woman, you’re taking your clothes off. We can do it the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is you taking them off like a good girl. The hard way is me ripping them off you. Of course, the second option gives me pleasure and results in younot seeing your precious nephew for a quite a while. So what’s it gonna be, sugar?”

“I’ll do it myself,” she growled through clenched teeth. “Fucking pig,” she grumbled and reached for the hem of her shirt. RIP grabbed her by the chin and raised her face to his. “Keep being a bitch and I’ll be the one to fuck the sass right out of you.” He squeezed her face harder, then shoved her back. She stumbled and had to clamp her mouth closed tight to keep from saying what she really wanted to say.

Crockett laughed. “I think she’d kill you right now if given half a chance.”

RIP chuckled. “Yeah. I can see that. It gives me a fuckin’ hard on.” He grossly grabbed his erection and thrust his hips at her.

Grinding her teeth, the anger she felt toward him almost overrode how horny she was feeling. Not wanting to give him another chance to lay his hands on her, she went back to stripping her clothes off. “Why do I have to be naked when I meet this person?” She stopped after she removed her shirt and toed off her shoes. “I’m not having sex with anyone.” Damn it. Just saying the word ‘sex’ had her panties growing wet. Son of a bitch, this drug sucked.

“Oh, but you will,” Crockett all but gloated. “If you don’t, Oliver could just as easily go live with another family in the Phantom Furies in another state.”

“You’re such an asshole.” With jerky movement, she finished undressing. She stood naked before their eyes, refusing to cover herself and give them the satisfaction of knowing how uncomfortable and embarrassed she was.

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