Page 17 of Savage

TWO YEARS AGO

Ibreathe out a sigh of relief as my prez and Tank’s footsteps echo up the hall, and I slowly cross the room and crouch down beside her. She doesn’t move as I undo the rope binding her arms behind her back.

“Are you okay?”

Fuck.That’s a dumb question. My prez just held her at gunpoint and raped her, and I’m asking if she’s o-fucking-kay.Stupid motherfucker.

“I gotta get you cleaned up,” I say, stupidly, because what else do you say to someone after you just witnessed their rape?

I study her. There’s not as much blood as I’d thought there would be. I mean, he wasn’t fucking gentle—every ringing slap of flesh that bounced off the corners of the room as he pounded into her unwilling body told me that—but I’d seen his cock as it entered her again and again and that fucker was darker than the Red fucking Sea.

The girl moves, slowly, gingerly. “Touch me and I’ll cut off your balls.” She rolls over and lifts her arse in the air and carefully slides her tight leather pants over her hips, and then she huddles in against the wall, her lip busted, her cheek grazed and bloody. She’s the picture of defeat, and yet strangely … she’s not. There’s a fire in her eyes, the same one I saw at the rally, a fierce determination that screams “do not fuck with me”. And I’m like a dog with a fucking bone because all I want is to challenge her, beat her down and force her to submit to me, top dog, fucking alpha of the pack. Only I’m not an alpha, I’m a goddamn whelp, improper breeding and all that shit … inferior.

I move to the other side of the room and sit down, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from inside my cut and lighting one up. I slide the pack forward, across the filthy concrete floor.

“Why did you try to help me?”

I shrug and draw in a deep breath of my cancer stick.

“Why?” she demands in a shaky voice.

I glare at her. “Doesn’t matter. It didn’t work, and if I know my prez the way I think I do, it’s gonna be so much worse for the both of us.”

“It gets worse than having that fucker hold me down and shove his filthy cock inside me while the two of you watched on?”

I lean forward, pinning her with my gaze. “Princess, when it comes to the Angels, it can always get worse.”

Tears stream down her cheeks, and she whispers, “My father’s going to tear your club apart. He’s going to rip off your prez’s dick and nail it onto his forehead. And then I’m gonna come back with a gun and blow your fucking head off. You and the big guy, you both have a date with my Beretta and a bullet between your eyes.”

I nod because I don’t doubt her for a single second. “Looking forward to it, princess,” I say, and I mean every word because it’s nothing we don’t deserve, and if the only redemption I receive in this life is seeing that beautiful face before I’m thrown into the fiery pits to burn for all eternity, then I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever this extraordinary angel of death has to offer. I’ll take it willingly, and with force. I’ll milk every second from that last moment of my life because her face is the only afterlife I need.

CHAPTER TEN

KICK

Ipaced the room while the butcher checked her over and then I stood ramrod straight behind him, ready to pound his fucking head in if he so much as looked at a blade while he opened her legs and examined her internally.

The butcher leaned back when he was done, stripping the gloves from his hand. He tried giving me the technical terms for what was wrong with her. I’d lost my cool and had almost pulled my piece on him to encourage the use of plain fucking English when Tank had stepped in front of me and said, “Doc, you’re gonna need to use simple words, so Kick here understands. He never made it outta high school.”

“She’s fine. Without an X-ray, I can’t determine whether she has multiple fractures or whether she’s just badly bruised. The point is you’re not taking her to a hospital, so we will likely never know. Treatment is the same for both: rest and a good doping up to the eyeballs should do it. Her second and third molars are all gone from the top and bottom of her mouth, and she has some minor vaginal and anal tears. I felt a substantial amount of scarring inside both orifices. Either she’s always liked to play extremely rough, or the past few weeks have been absolute hell on her.

“She needs rest, and a shit tonne of therapy, but I guess both of those will be in short supply while she’s held hostage. I’ll leave a little morphine for pain management, but I’ll need payment now.” He pulls a bottle from his bag and doles out four little blue pills into his palm, setting them down on the bedside table.

Jesus. “Don’t do it out of the kindness of your heart, Doc.”

He turns his weasel-like grin on me. It’s unsettling. “What heart?”

I head over to the wall safe and stand in front of it, sure to block what I’m doing from the others before I punch in the combination and pull out the standard five large for his consultation.

“By the way, my fee increased to seven last month.”

“Of course it did,” I mutter.

“Times are tough for everyone, Mr Kick.”

“Yeah, especially serial mutilators.”

He gives a lazy shrug of one shoulder. “It’s hard to find good help when the company you keep is with criminals and thieves.”

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