Page 11 of Living Without

The man behind me shuddered and grunted. “Fuck. Yes.”

My body shook with the sobs raking it.

“Christ, she tastes sweet,” Baxter said. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see him lean back on his knees and then stand. “She’s gonna be a big pay up being a virgin and all. Tell the men no one touches her… except me. Wanna taste that pussy while I fuck my woman one night.” He rubbed his hand over his hardness behind his jeans. Looking over his shoulder, he ordered, “Get her to my room. I need a fuck and now.” Glancing back to me, he smiled. “I’ll be back tomorrow for the photo time. Get you all pretty for our buyers.”

I glared up at him. He chuckled, turned, and left the room with a sobbing Kelsey. My eyes met hers just before she was pulled out of the room. I softened my look. She smiled. Of course, it didn’t reach her eyes.

The man behind me tried to slide a hand between my legs. I clamped them shut. He laughed. “Don’t matter, I already got off.” He shoved me hard to my side. I scampered up and in the corner to watch Stan climb to his feet and face me. The wet patch on his light blue jeans was ever-present. Bile rose once again.

Dirty.

I felt so dirty.

My breath caught on a sob. I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand.

“See you soon, sweetness.” He smiled down at me before he walked from the room, shutting the door behind him.

Leaving me in the dark.

When I heard it being locked, I madly moved to search for my jeans. I fumbled with them so they were in the right way and quickly pulled them up my legs without my underwear on. It helped a little, but still, I couldn’t help but sense the darkness had somehow snuck into my chest and had started to take hold of my heart and soul.

“Please, please, please hurry,” I begged aloud in the silent room for my family. I wasn’t sure I would still be myself if it took them forever to find me.

Leaning my head against the wall, I closed my eyes and thought of the one person who could take me away from the situation I was in. The one person who kept my mind busy from when they touched me.

Saxon.

Chapter Four

SAXON

As we drove, Stoke told me about the plates Billy got off the car that took Nary. He’d passed them onto Lan to see what he’d get off them. There’d better be some good news soon from them. I was goin’ crazy on the inside. My hands fisted on the seat, my jaw clenched in frustration as I stared out the passenger window.

Stoke also mentioned why Fang hadn’t been around his woman at the time. Bloody Nary had sent him off, saying she was safe and would leave with a group of people. Still, I didn’t give a flying fuck. It was a stupid move on his part, and I’d be havin’ a word with him when I saw him. I was fuckin’ furious when Stoke told me because Fang and I had an understanding. He was to take care of our girl, give her the world, and I’d leave them be. But he’d fucked up big time, so he had to pay.

My chest hurt and it hadn’t stopped since I’d found out Nary was stolen. Absently, I rubbed at it.

Stoke looked over. “We’ll find her.”

I sent him a chin lift. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. Hell, when was I? Looking back out the window, I glanced at the brothers on their rides surrounding us. Being a part of Hawks… fuck, it changed my life for the better. If Stoke hadn’t taken me under his wing and offered a chance to get outta my hellhole, I’d be screwed.

Stoke caught my attention when he asked, “When we get her home, you gonna step up?”

My upper lip raised. “Yes,” I snarled. I was. I had to claim my woman.

He snorted. “’Bout time.”

“Thought you wouldn’t want me for her.”

“Shit, brother. The way you watch her, I know she’d be the safest in your hands.” He sighed. “You’re a good kid, Saxon. No matter what your dad cemented in your head about your mum.” I stiffened. “Yeah, I know, and I reckon it’s all bullshit, you were pro—”

“Do not fuckin’ talk about it.”

He shook his head. “Don’t let it consume you. Don’t let it dictate your life. When we get Nary back, she’s gotta know all of you. My girl should get the best, and I’ll make sure you give it to her.”

“Why would you let me be with her if you know—”

“You’re a good kid.” My jaw hardened at the second time he’d called me a kid. He ignored it and went on. “My girl has had it bad for you for four fuckin’ years. She deserves what she wants, and what she wants has always been you. So don’t fuck this up.”

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