Page 246 of His Virgin Romance Series

“Not all men are animals, Walter,” I replied calmly. “Not all men are like you.”

“Yes, they are,” Walter disagreed. “All men are just different versions of me.”

I turned my attention to the window and refused to look at him, but Walter was not done talking. He was going to insist on making this car ride as awful as possible.

“Did he fuck you?”

I ignored him the first time, but he repeated himself again. When I ignored him the second time, his hand shot out like lightened and made contact with the side of my face. It wasn’t as hard as the first punch I’d received when I’d lost consciousness in the van, but the force of it made me slam into the window, and I saw stars for a second before my vision cleared again.

“When I ask you a question,” Walter said with exaggerated calm. “I expect a fucking answer; do you understand me?”

I pushed back the tears and nodded. “Yes,” I said, in a small voice.

“Good,” Walter nodded, and he sounded satisfied that he’d managed to get his point across. “Now let’s try that again: did he fuck you?”

“Who?” I asked, pretending as though I didn’t know.

“Ryder,” Walter replied, and his tone dripped with hatred.

I thought about simply denying it, but a part of me… the newly rebellious part of me that had emerged in the last few months wanted to piss him off. And the only way to do that was to be truthful.

“Yes, he fucked me,” I replied. “And I enjoyed it.”

I saw Walter’s jaw clench dangerously, but the satisfaction I felt was completely worth it.

“Of course you did,” Walter said, but I noticed his tone shook when he spoke. “Because you’re a dirty little slut.”

“I’ll be anything he wants me to be,” I replied calmly.

“You fucked him… and not me?” Walter asked, unable to keep away from that question.

“He’s a real man,” I said. “And you’re just a sorry excuse for one.”

There was a split second of total silence, and I thought he was going to punch me again. “You’re going to regret saying that to me,” he said a moment later.

I had no doubt, but for right now I clung to the belief that perhaps I had a chance to escape this psychopath… especially now that I’d managed to manipulate him into leaving his men behind. I had no doubt that Walter underestimated me. He would find it almost laughable to think that I’d be able to defend myself now.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, feeling the suddenly strong urge to ask the question.

“Because… it makes life interesting,” Walter replied.

“You must know that this will just start a war with the Angels.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”

“Why?”

“Because once Godwin is dead, I’ll be the leader of the Lucifer’s Knights,” Walter explained. “And I want complete control. I won’t stand for a rival MC gang roaming my town.”

“Your town?” I repeated incredulously. “This is not your town.”

“Not just yet,” Walter nodded. “But watch me take it.”

He turned down a lonely country road that narrowed the further down we drove, and then he stopped the car in the middle of a tiny clearing surrounded by trees.

“Get down,” he ordered me.

I got down, but I didn’t bother trying to run. He was taller and stronger than me, and I knew he could outrun me easily. If I ran, that would only give him the satisfaction of catching me, and I wasn’t going to play the coward this time. I wasn’t going to allow myself to become the victim. I was going to take control and fight to free myself. I had been taught well. I had been taught for this very specific purpose, and I wasn’t about to throw all that hard work down the drain.

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