Page 19 of Dirty Salvation

She wasn’t a whore or a biker bitch, she wasn’t bad or evil.

She heard more than once ‘Hades’ bitch’ it made her gag, the swell of bile rushed up from her belly and the only way to quell being sick was to breath.

Breathing she could do. She’d been in worse situations...Ha... joking in times of crisis.

She breathed and waited…turning a wavering smile up at Angela who had plastered herself to the arm of the chair.

Such a little girl going through somethingsounthinkable.

This fucking world sucked.

No child should ever see their parents brutally killed, no child shouldeverbe used.

Thank god it had only been a few days since Angel had been brought to that hellhole, no one had touched her, of course not, those bastards had to get the merchandise ready before the bidding began.

Selling girls…this fucking worldsucked, she thought again.

She patted the girl’s leg, told her it was okay again though Zara didn’t believe a word of it.

Her eye was hurting, throbbing actually, feeling the pulse of it tormenting her to its existence, the swelling making it puffy and raw, she fingered around the delicate tissue, not her first black eye, this one was earned when she'd told Slim to go fuck his mom in the ass with his shriveled up dick.

Some men are so touchy, he'd taken offense and walloped his fist straight to the side of her face, the pain had exploded. Hours later it still ached.

She closed her one good eye, ignoring everyone coming and going, ignoring the ugly memories that lived in her brain.Too much ugliness.

First things first, she had to think rationally. She had to think like a normal person again. Easier said than done, she was what, an hour free.

Her mind was a whirl of thoughts.

Rider continued to speak issuing his quiet orders to his men who all shuffled off to do his bidding without question.

She listened despite the hard beat of her heart.

One growl stood out of the crowd. Hawk…she remembered him, he'd looked like an intimidating Jesus… still did, gave her the hairy eyeball before bending his head to talk in a hushed whisper to Rider, who nodded in return, the other man strode off, but not before she'd felt the full hit of his gaze.

And the same to you, buddy.

Zara frowned tipping her head down, shivering as adrenaline leached out of her leaving her lethargic, her undernourished muscles like heavy string, limp at her side. In out.In out. She just continued to breathe and it felt like the hardest thing she’d ever done.

“Zara? Wh-what’s happening? I want to go home. We’re not going---not going back there, are we? I can’t…I c-c-can’t go back there.”

A growl so menacing Zara’s head came up, Lawless, the bald one, growling, otherwise he said nothing.

Bile continued to slosh around her belly reminding her it had been just over two days since she’d eaten anything, the cheese sandwich she’d been given earlier she let Angela eat, the poor thing was so hungry in between sobs she’d gulped in down in three bites.

Catching Rider’s gaze before turning to the girl. “No, we are not going back. Never going back. The police will deal with it, I promise.”

It was a promise she couldn’t keep, but what other choice did she have but to placate the girl. Zara had no answers, no solutions and outlaws were not likely to involve the law.

Hades needed stopping. Needed punishing. Needed a bullet in his fucking head.

She was good withallthree options.

It didn't matter how good looking the outer package was if the insides were a rotting ugly mess. And the man she'd left behind was ugly in every pore until it bled out through his vicious fists.

Hate. Hate. Hate.

It boiled through her veins even as shudders racked her bones. She couldn't get warm, knew it was the crash of adrenaline. Much had happened in such a short amount of time. One moment she was there, now she was here, and she was no clearer of what or why, or even what came next.

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