Page 17 of Pirate's Plunder

“I’m handcuffed to a bed and naked, all thanks to a man who kidnapped me to get back at a man who doesn’t care if I exist. I’ve been lied to, used, threatened, and my virginity robbed! What else would you call this?” I nod at her point.

“All valid points except for one. You never called out for help or told him to stop. In fact, I heard you begging for more. He would have you know. Prez would never rape anyone.” She sniffs hard, and I chance a glance in her direction.

Thank God she’s covered by a sheet.

“Semantics. I’m not here of my own free will, and he didn’t seem like the word ‘no’ would be accepted.” I walk over and keep my eyes on her hands in case the sheet slips past her chest.

“Why do you keep calling him Prez? I thought his name was Pirate.” I unlock one cuff and have to stop to stare at her.

Is she serious?

“He didn’t tell you who he is?” That does not seem like something Zek would do.

“No he skipped to ripping open my hymen with all the metal on his dick.” I cough back a laugh and finish taking the cuffs off her wrists.

“There, what would you like to eat?” She grabs the sheet and moves to the other side of the bed as far from me as she can get.

“Not hungry and don’t avoid my question.” I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Fucking Zek.

“Pirate is the President of the Saint’s Outlaws Motorcycle Club. I’m his Vice President.” I turn so she can see my cut.

Two things happen in quick succession.

One, Genesis turns into a banshee, and two, I realize my mistake. I should never have turned my back on her. She comes at me with the lamp off the side table and whacks me over the head with all the strength she can muster.

The glass shatters on my skull and shards of glass rain down around my shoulders, but I don’t even flinch. She falls back on the bed in shock. I catch a glimpse of her nipple and curse, covering my eyes with my hand.

“COVER UP, WOMAN!” I snap at her.

She moves and then hisses. Before I can ask her what’s wrong, banging comes from the locked door.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY WOMAN!” Aw shit.

I go over to the door and unlock it before he gets any ideas.

“Prez, she attacked me with the lamp,” I start to explain, but his eyes track movement behind me, and my blood runs cold.

“Knight, why is my old lady bleeding?” What?

I turn around and find Genesis on the bed pulling a piece of glass out of her leg.

I’m so dead.

Chapter Ten

Genesis

Iignore the men standing in the doorway and pull another shard of glass from my skin and drop it on the floor. The sheets were black, thank God, otherwise I’m sure the bed would look like a crime scene.

“Get a broom and the food. I’ll handle her.” The way he hisses that word makes me look up at him.

“Her?” The door closes and locks from the outside, closing us in together.

“You’re going to be more trouble than you’re worth, aren’t you?” I’m starting to see why Marco took his eye.

I have the irrational thought of scratching the one he has left right out of his stupid fucking head.

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