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His roar could shatter glass, my blood curdling from the force of agony and violence that it promises. Of all the news I could deliver to my best friend, I never could have imagined it would be this.
“They took her, brother. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. But she’s strong and I’m gonna get her back.”
“I’m coming. You fuckin’ wait for me, Reid! Do you understand? Wait! Let me get my brothers.” The desperation in his tone nearly breaks me, and I have to swallow down the emotion caught in my throat. I have to stay strong for all of us.
“There’s no time, Sawyer. Stay put. I got the backing of theclub; we’re all goin’ in together. I can’t let any more time pass with her in their grasp. I can’t?—”
“FUCK! You know where she is?”
“We do,” I reply with as much conviction in my voice as I can muster, even though I know nothing is a sure thing. “I’m getting her back, Sawyer. You have my word.”
“You fucking bring my sister home, Reid. Bring her fucking home!” His voice breaks, and the fear it’s laced with matches my own. How can this be fucking happening right now? How did we get here?
There’s only one answer, and I’ll have to live with it the rest of my life.
Me.
We’re rolling out in under thirty minutes, the collective, loud roar and rumble of our bikes echoing around us, my body humming with energy, each member feeding off each other, ready for battle, and ready to get Kinsey out of the hellhole they’ve taken her to.
We had better make it in time. Failing twice isn’t an option.
CHAPTER 11
kinsey
My head lollsto the side as voices stir me from sleep. Pain spreads through my skull as I try to open my eyes against the assault of the harsh light above me. The pain jabs, sharp and unrelenting, like someone’s taking an icepick to my temples. Rough rope digs into my wrists as I stretch my fingers behind me, trying to work blood into the extremities. My jaw aches as I move it from side to side, the events of what happened at Rogue rushing over me.
I squint against the light, trying to take in my surroundings. The sharp tang of decay assaults my nose, mildew, mold, and filth, forcing bile to turn over in my empty stomach. I can’t believe these assholes took me like I’m a possession. Fear skitters down my spine, and I dig my nails into the palms of my hands. I can’t believe this is happening.
“The fuck happened to your face?” an unfamiliar, deep, menacing voice booms through the room.
“Tripped.” That voice I recognize. Slug. The piece of shit.
“Liar. Too much of a pussy to admit that a woman brokeyour nose?” I yell.
“Shut the fuck up!” he spews. But it’s not his words that have me falling to the side, my hands curling over my stomach as I dry heave and gasp for air. I barely have time to brace for the second hard kick to my stomach as he yells at me.
“Get the fuck out, Slug! I’ll take care of our new guest,” the unknown voice snaps.
“Prez said he wants to see her. See if she’s worth his time.”
“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him, you idiot!”
I hear the faint sound of a video call being made through the blood rushing between my ears. I know I need to pull myself together if I’m going to survive this, and that means I need to be smart. Smarter than running my mouth to a bunch of criminals. Slug squats down next to me, grabbing the back of my hair roughly and jerking me upright.
“Do you have her?” a voice comes through the speaker. It’s slimy and all fucking wrong.
“She’s right here, Prez. She’s a pretty one,” he says as he licks the side of my face. I can’t control the dry heave that erupts out of me, strong and unyielding, the noise causing him to jerk my head away from him quickly. “But she’s fuckin’ feisty. She’ll need to be broken in.”
Slug jerks my head again, this time holding the camera in front of my face.
“What do you want from me?” I ask, the words coming out in a trembling stutter.
“Oh, you are a pretty one. You were at Rogue’s while he wasn’t, which means you’re important. Welcome to your nightmare, pretty. I’m going to enjoy breaking you. I’ll film the entire thing to send to him so he can watch as I stretch your cunt with my fist and batter your sweet body.”
Oh dear god.
“Wh-whyy are you doing this?”
