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He reaches out and yanks me back by my hair, causing pain to fire across my scalp. “Don’t make me hurt you,” he growls.

“I am not going anywhere with you. I’d rather die,” I scream, thinking that if I can cause a ruckus, it might draw the notice of a passerby.

He jerks me back, fisting his hand tighter in my hair. “You’re carrying my baby. That means you’re not going anywhere.”

“It’s not your baby,” I tell him through gritted teeth. Nothing else has worked and I’m desperate to be free of his evil clutches, so I lie.

His eyes flash with an emotion that I can’t readily recognize. And for a second, I see what he’s trying so hard to keep hidden from the world. There is a small black part of his soul that doesn’t really care if the baby belongs to him. It doesn’t care about logic, or facts, or truth. He just wants to control me.

He jerks me close and whispers in my ear, “You keep fighting, and I’ll make you regret it.”

The two men, who have been trailing behind us, move forward. I’ve never met them, but I know who they are. Their cuts are long gone, but the way they carry themselves screams ex-Legion.

“No one saw us,” One of them, the one with a busted up face growls as he opens the back van doors. “We can make a clean getaway, but you’ve got to shut her the fuck up.”

Carnage’s chin lifts defiantly and he shoots back, “Shut the fuck up and get into the passenger seat, Slaughter. I can control my woman just fine without any input from you.”

He holds me firmly to his chest with one arm and digs keys out of his pocket with the other hand, tossing them to the other guy. “Grime, you’re driving. I need someone with a clear head in the driver’s seat right now. Slaughter, you get in with him, I’ll stay in the back.”

Grime catches the keys and replies tightly, “You got it, boss.”

Carnage lifts me like a ragdoll. Keeping one hand on my mouth, he wraps the other around my body. I scream into his hand and try to kick the hell out of him. Nothing I do helps. Ican’t stop him from abducting me. He shoves me into the back of the van. It’s filled with what appears to be supplies of food and stuff they need to survive wherever it is they stay.

Carnage climbs in after me. Slaughter slams the door behind us, and I hear the locks engage.

Grime glances back from the driver’s seat. “We’re taking off, boss.”

I scream again and try to crawl towards the back, so I can escape. I will never give up trying to get away from these assholes. Carnage tackles me to the floor, pins me with his knee, and presses something over my mouth. It’s some kind of gag with Velcro straps. Once it’s on, any sounds I make are barely audible.

“There’s no place you can go that I won’t find you. And no man can keep me from taking back what’s mine. Enough with the running and the lying. You and I are going to have a fresh fucking start, whether you like it or not.”

My heart is pounding in my chest so hard it hurts. I twist under him, trying to get away. I can’t stand him on top of me this way. He reaches over, rummages in a toolbox, and comes back with a piece of rope, which he uses to tie my hands together securely and then to the railing running down the inside wall of the van. I immediately test it to see if it has any give. It doesn’t.

Carnage just snorts a laugh. He reaches out to run his fingers through my hair. His gaze turns affectionate. “You always did have a stubborn streak hiding under all the submissiveness.”

I want to tell him that he was always an asshole, but I don’t because of the gag. I also need to come up with a better strategy than arguing with him.

Chapter 19

Ghost

We’re back in our interrogation room in the Savage Legion’s clubhouse. We were finishing up at Carnage’s hideout when the call came in. It was one of the prospects, Heather had gotten a call from the clinic saying she needed to get her bloods redrawn. She’d gone with Brittany, and they only realized too late that it was a trap. Brittany is in hospital and Heather is with Carnage. Now I’m trying to get information out of these assholes so I can get my woman back. We’ve given Joker the once-over, and he didn’t crack like Merc did. We figure that if we put them together, maybe Merc can show his club brother the benefits of cooperation.

Joker has a split lip and bruising, along with dried blood crusted along his jaw, compliments of an uppercut by Siege.

Merc won’t make eye contact with any of us, least of all his club brother, Joker. He knows he already betrayed his club brothers by cooperating with us and likely doesn’t want Joker to find out about that. Merc just keeps staring at the floor.

Hawk is still cooling in the back lot. They’ve put him in one of the outbuildings and turned the AC on high. Ain’t nobody wants a dead body to start rotting on our property. He’s in a body bag waiting for us to figure out what to do with him. None of us have spoken about him yet because we’ve got bigger fish to fry right now.

Siege is standing beside me with his arms crossed. Rigs is leaning against the back wall. Both of them are more than pissed at the conversation we just had with Carnage on the phone.

Joker breaks the silence first. Of course he does. “Still think you’re the good guys?” he mutters, voice rough. “After all this? After what you did to Hawk?”

Rigs replies flatly with facts none of us can refute. “Hawk made a move on the president of the Savage Legion. You know the club rules.”

“He wasn’t wearing a patch anymore,” Joker snaps. “None of us are.”

“Exactly,” Rigs says, stepping forward. “You’re not Legion. You’re traitors. And traitors don’t get rules.”

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