Page 50 of Desert Heat

I stilled, pressing my ear to the wind… it carried the familiar buzz. Like fifty power saws cutting through the nights.

Our army saviors were coming riding chrome while wearing leather cuts.

My heart pounded as they grew closer and our kidnappers drove erratically as gunfire erupted.

“Holy shit. If they shoot back, they’ll hit us in the trunk!” Thinking quickly, I took off my white tank, tied it in a knot and hung it out the busted tail light. Hopefully they’d see and know not to shoot at the trunk.

The men were on us, trading gunfire.

Brandi screamed as the car careened.

“Fuck! Hold on!” I grabbed her head and we spooned as the car went off the road, barreling through trees before impact.

“Savannah!”

“Brandi!”

My vision blurred, my head was on fire. Nothing was making sense.

My brain must be processing in slow mo as the trunk’s popped and a livid … Hunter…? He stares down at us with his jaw ticking and his veins…popped.”

“Fuck, you’re hot,” my voice slurs as his hands roam over me, checking for injuries.

“Brandi! Baby,” Tank is anguished as he reaches in to lift Brandi. He weeps as she’s cradled in his arms. Why is he wearing football pants… a leather cut with a “Sergeant” patch and a Glock clutched in his meaty fist?

“… the fuck?” My head rolls as Hunter peppers kisses against my neck, the salt from his tears touch my skin.

“Prez…. one is still alive.” From the corner of my eye, I witness a large body dragged from the twisted metal front of the car. With me still pressed to him, Hunter pulls a gun, points and lets two rounds off.

“What’sss going on?” I slur, slumping against my man.

“I’ve got you baby and I’m never letting you go.” His eyes are a possessive storm as his large palms pulls me closer. The last thing I process is the Prez of Santa Fe and Royal Bastards emblem etched into his cut before blackness descents.

“Get away from her!” I yelled, sweeping my right leg out to kick at the pair of male ankles standing over Brandi.

The man laughed low in his throat as he kicked her legs open wider. They took her gag out along with mine. Enjoying our screams.

“Your Daddy can’t save you now, eh, Club Princess. Neither can your Royal Bastard boy toy.”

“What the fuck?You know who I am?”

“Why did you think we took you? Ain’t so bright are ya’? By the time we done with ya’ the Prez won’t even recognize his woman.”

“Are you fucked in the head? I’m no one’s old lady!”

“Stupid bitch.” The tip of his boot meets my ribs, yet I refuse to scry out in agony.

“Let her go! She has nothing to do with any of this!” I looked away, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood as another man starting using a knife to cut her clothes from her body then took his tongue, trailing a path along her exposed skin.

Brandi kicked and screamed as more hands landed on her bared flesh.

“Take me instead. Hurt me instead!”

“We’re saving you for the boss. But thanks for offering.”

CHAPTER 14

Terror filledme as she crumpled in my arms. Her heart beat was steady as I pressed two finger to the vein in her slender neck.

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