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She interrupts me again. “Then you need to follow my instructions exactly. You’re gonna take this pregnancy test and hope to god it’s positive,” she says pulling a test from her purse. “If it isn’t I can fake it with a biro, hopefully, Brute will buy it. Then, Brute and I will call your dear old stepdad, and I’ll record our conversation. He should incriminate himself enough for us to send him away for a long, long time.”

“Then what? How do we get out of here?” I ask.

I’m not sure whether or not I can trust Veronica right now. If she’s been dating the president of the Demon Riders MC, she could be saying all this as some sort of sick game or as a way to make me do as she’s asking without putting up a fight.

“We pretend I’m taking you back to this room and I leave it open and distract Brute, giving you time to escape. If shit hits the fan, I just need to give the signal to your knights in shining armor to come rescue their damsel in distress.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t,” she replies with a shrug. “But the way I see it, I’m the only option you’ve got hon.”

She’s right. I’m shit out of luck and by some cruel irony, my life is in the hands of the woman who hates me and made me lose the four men I love.

“Fine,” I say, snatching the pregnancy test off her and proceeding to follow the instructions on the box. “We have to wait for two minutes for a result. Surely now you can explain what the fuck is going on,” I snip.

She raises an eyebrow, “Just because I don’t want you dead, doesn’t mean I wanna risk my life saving you. If someone overhears us talking, we’re done for,” she replies dryly, turning off the faucet.

We sit in silence awaiting the results, my mind filled with tumultuous thoughts wondering how Veronica fits into all of this and if Angel, Drifter, Buzz, and Gunner are really waiting to rescue me outside. And if they are, does that mean they’ve forgiven me?

Veronica checks her watch and picks up the test, “Well… I’ll be damned… you really are knocked up.”

“I’m pregnant? Really?” I say, snatching the test from her, the two lines are clear.

There’s no doubt about it. I’m pregnant.

Chapter 28

Skye

The thought of having a baby fills me with joy and a new determination to survive. But the prospect that this tiny life growing inside of me could be snuffed out along with me tonight sends shockwaves of icy fear down my spine.

“Come on, follow me. Try anything funny and I’ll leave you in Brute’s hands. I ain’t kiddin’, baby or no baby, I ain’t dying for you or nobody else. I got kids of my own I need to get back to,” Veronica says.

I look at her then, perhaps seeing her properly for the first time. A party girl who’s had a hard life. She’s thin, too thin, her eyes sunken and cheeks hollow. But it’s clear she was pretty, maybe even beautiful, once. She has dark eyes, and I can tell from the dark roots on her head she’s not a natural redhead. She has a smattering of freckles across her nose and her arms are sinewy and tan from years in the sun betraying perhaps the life of a farm girl before she got caught up in this life. I look into her eyes and see no hatred there and in that moment, I decide to trust her.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Veronica nods, turning on the recording device on her phone and slipping it into a side pocket of her purse before lifting her gun to point at me. My heart skips a beat as I wonder if this was all a ruse and she’s about to shoot me, but then she says, “I gotta walk behind you with the gun pointed at you, make it believable. Walk out the door, and then open the second door on your left. With any luck, it will only be Brute in there. The place is filled with other Demon Riders though, so don’t try to run,” Veronica warns, and I nod, doing as instructed.

We walk down a nondescript corridor with old-fashioned wallpaper into a dated wood-paneled living room where Brute is sitting drinking a beer in a La-Z-Boy. On the coffee table in front of him are lines of white powder and a rolled-up dollar bill. Next to him is a man I don’t recognize with a big scar through his lip, he has a shaved head and several tattoos, as is the back of the man's head I spot in the kitchen through a small service hatch. The large TV is playing grainy footage of a football game, the volume turned up on full blast.

“Brute!” Veronica yells when he doesn’t notice us enter the room. “Turn that goddamned TV off!”

He looks up and, seeing us, he puts the television on mute. Immediately the sounds of very loud sex can be heard from above us. It seems some of Brute’s friends are having a party. “That was quick ladies!”

Veronica rolls her eyes, “Yeah Brute, it only takes two minutes. Don’t you have enough kids to know that by now?”

“Well… she knocked up or what?” he asks with a belch, leaning down to snort a line.

“Shouldn’t we talk about this in private?” Veronica asks, looking pointedly at the other two men within earshot.

“You’re right as always darlin’. Tank, why don’t you go on back upstairs and rejoin the party, take Razor here with you,” he calls to the man in the kitchen.

“Sure thing boss, was just coming down for some beers anyway,” he replies, walking back through the kitchen door and into the living room.

To my surprise, I notice he’s fully naked, his still semi-erect penis on display. He notices me and winks, “Wanna come join the fun sweetheart?”

“She’s ours… for now. You can play with her later boys,” Brute replies, and to my relief they both leave. “What did yah bring her in here for? All I needed was the fucking test,” he asks Veronica, pointing at me.

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