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Guts lets go of my chin and I turn my head to see Voodoo shooting daggers at him.
Thank God, he’s sort of okay.
“Voodoo,” I whisper again.
He smiles, well as much as his poor battered and bruised face can, and gives me a cheeky wink. There’s the brother I have missed so much. His face then changes from my loving older brother to Voodoo, badass biker.
“It’s not like you’re in a position to give anyone orders, is it?” Guts laughs.
“Mum never loved you, she always loved Dad. You would’ve made the worst President in history. The club would have been destroyed in months with you running things. You’re no man, a real man doesn’t go after those weaker than him. You are fucking pathetic,” Voodoo tells him.
I know what he is trying to do but I wish he wouldn’t. He wants the attention on him, so Guts will leave me alone. Guts stalks towards Voodoo and starts punching him. He can’t even defend himself. I turn my head away and notice Rattle has moved closer, so he’s now right next to me.
“Your brother thinks he’s protecting you, but he’s only distracted Guts, giving me the chance to have my way,” he whispers in my ear.
His hand slides inside my panties, touching where he has no business touching me. I move my hips trying to get away from him, but the second his fingers touch my skin; I dig deep and find a new strength I need to get out of this alive. I have to keep faith that Chaos and the brothers will find me.
“Get your hands off me,” I bite back.
He grins as his fingers slide inside me, I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from crying out, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.
“Don't hold back on my account princess. You scream so pretty.”
With that, he bites my nipple and I can’t hold scream in any longer and I’m thrashing to get his fingers from inside of me.
“What did I tell you,” Guts shouts, diving for Rattle as the pair of them fall to floor in heap.
As they roll around the floor, Dyno and Lizard are still arguing over who is President, completely ignoring everything else happening around them, too busy locked in their heated argument. Unable to help myself, I chuckle.
They look like a comedy sketch gone wrong, for fuck’s sake.
Feeling a hand on me, I swivel round to see Voodoo has gotten loose and is lifting me down.
“Let's get out of here sis.”
Falling into his arms, we hobble through the door, closing it behind us. They even left the keys in the lock; we quickly lock the door as the banging starts. Removing the keys from the lock, we slowly make our way down the concrete hall. Leaning on each other for support, as I cradle my left arm across my ribs, trying to offer my chest some relief. I’m also pretty sure my left shoulder is dislocated as that arm is floppy. We pass a few doors but suddenly I stop.
“What is it sis? We need to get out of here,” Voodoo asks.
Slowly, I turn and make my way to the door we just passed, placing my hand it.
“We need to open it,” I tell him.
Voodoo looks me in the face for a few minutes, he must see something in my eyes because he nods and starts trying the keys to find the right one. Once the door finally swings open, I gasp and fall to the floor.
Nineteen
Chaos
Archerand his boys have arrived. We’re all cramped in church, going over the plans of the old warehouse and surrounding area that are spread over the table. Riot and Psycho have their heads together, planning with help from Archer. The rest are checking what arsenal we have available between us. Guns are really not readily available in the UK but we have a few on hand, just in case. Plus, a few smoke bombs etc, just in case they are ever needed and right now, I’m glad we do.
“Right, we have a plan. Dyno is so cocky; he’s not going to think we can find him. Especially as he seems to be blocking GPS signals, so we have the element of surprise. We take the cars and go in as one. Just drive straight up and attack. No sneaking up on them or anything. That is what they will be prepared for,” Riot says.
“So, we are aiming for the surprise bull in a china shop approach?” Archer chuckles.
“Yeah essentially. A wham, bam, thank you cocksucker,” Riot replies with a smirk.
I roll my eyes at Riot’s description; he really does have a way with words.
