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“Yeah.That’s better.”He took a step into the room and gently closed the door behind him.“Don’t want anyone interrupting us, do we?You’ve given me and my buddies a whole lot of trouble.”

From the corner of my eye, I could see the rifle where I’d left it, beside the chair.I resisted the urge to look at it directly.

Damn.If only it were a tiny bit closer, like leaning against the chair.If I bent down to get it, he’d put a hole through me before I could grab it.No way he’d miss from that close.

I started to edge my way back toward it.

“Stay right where you are.”The asshole took a step further into the room.“You’re a pretty little piece.Maybe we can make a deal.You’d like that, right?”He reached for me, grabbing my arm and dragging me toward him.

I shuddered, struggling to get free.

He laughed, backhanding me across the face.

I swallowed a scream, staggering backward.I put out a hand to break my fall, and the asshole took a step forward and kicked my side.

Pain lanced through me as his foot connected with the still tender bullet wound.

“Yeah.Winged you there, didn’t I?”He grinned.“You’re a slow learner, though.You be nice to me and maybe I’ll let you live.For a little while.”

I just bet he would.More likely he’d rape me and then sell me to the highest bidder.I remembered Ace saying the rival club was into human trafficking.

His eyes scanned across me as I tried to get to my feet.“Strip.Let’s see what you’re worth.”

I whimpered.Maybe I could grab the gun while pretending to strip.

Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my pants, I slowly shimmied them down my legs, bending my knees as I did so.

I swear the asshole was drooling.His gun hand hung loosely at his side while his other hand went to his crotch.

Ignoring the pain, I threw myself sideways, grabbing the rifle and rolling to come up with it pointed directly at the bastard.I squeezed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

We both froze for a split second, and then he let out a sickening bray of laughter.“Forgot to load it, you little bitch?”

I thumbed the safety off and squeezed the trigger again.The noise of the shot was deafening in the enclosed space.

A look of shock crossed his face as a red circle bloomed in his chest.

I flipped the lever back to load another round and fired again.

He sank to his knees.

I fired again.And again.

It was like I couldn’t stop myself until the magazine was empty.Even then, with his eyes glazed over in death, I kept pulling the trigger.

Chapter Thirteen

Ace

One.Two.

Fuck!Rifle shots.Inside the clubhouse.Sounded like the rifle I’d left with Emma.

Three.Four.Five.

Fuck!Full magazine emptied in rapid succession.

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