Page 52 of Joyride
“He’ll have his way with you, then dispose of you when he’s done.” It comes out nonchalantly. Zack walks back into the room and beelines for me.
“Time to go.” He grabs my arm, yanking me to my feet. He doesn’t say another word until we get back to his house. I glance at the clock before climbing out of the car. It’s ten o’clock. As I walk into the house, exhaustion washes over me. Zack slams the door behind me, making me shudder.
“Tell me, Wren. Did you sleep with that biker trash?” His breath against my ear tells me his mouth is mere inches from it. He’s standing directly behind me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Answer me!” He spins me around, my eyes snap open, locking onto his.
Confidence or adrenaline hits me, I'm not sure which. “Yes, yes, I did. Is that what you want to hear, Zack? IgaveSketch my virginity!”
A sharp sting crosses my face as my head is whipped to the side.
“Do you think it makes you more of amanwhen you put your hands on me?” I seethe.
“You never fucking learn, do you? I will have that trash taken care of for taking what belonged to me.” His hand goes up the slit of my dress, cupping my pussy. “And it won’t stop me from having my way with you.”
I spit in his face and knee him right in the groin.
“You fucking bitch!” His fist connects with my face, knocking me to the floor. Straddling over me, he rips my dress down the middle. His eyes flare with even more rage when he sees my tattoo. “You want to be a whore, you got it. I’ll take what I want and when I’m done, I’ll pass you to each of my brothers. When they’re done with you, we’ll send your body to your loved ones. Piece by fucking piece. Starting with this disgusting shit on your chest.”
He rips my panties off and pulls his dick out. I clench my eyes closed and try to take myself to a safe place.
32
Sketch
I gotshit for sleep last night. I was up, worried about Wren for more than half the night. Not even smoking weed could calm my mind. I roll out of bed, throw on some clothes, and throw my hair up into a bun before walking out to the main room.
“Fuck, man. You look like hell,” Shade tells me.
“I feel it.”
“I think you need this more than I do.” He hands me a fresh cup of coffee. “We’re gonna get her back, bro.”
“She should have never gone back to him, to begin with. Not after what happened before.”
“What do you meanwhat happened before,” he asks.
The front doors fly open. “Church, now,” Bull shouts. Behind him walks Andrei Orlov, Pakhan of the Bratva, and his right-hand man Niko. I take a huge sip of coffee before following them into Church. Once everyone is seated, Andrei stands.
“What we know about the Italian mafia is very little. They have laid low for the last twenty years. They know they aren’t welcome in Texas, so why they’re here or if they’re planning something is still undetermined. Know that you have the Bratva on your side. No one threatens my daughter and grandson and gets away with it.” He sits again, letting Bull have the floor.
I stand, needing to get shit off my chest. “Cali being threatened or not, Wren isn’t, nor has she ever been safe with Zack,” I announce. “Even if she wasn’t my Ol’ Lady, she’s Shade’s sister and deserves our protection. Zack beat her and almost raped her. He always threatened to take down the club if she ran to us, so she ran.”
“He did what?” Shade roars. “I’ll kill that piece of shit.”
“Calm the fuck down! You will get your chance,” Bull tells him. “We make a plan of attack before we do anything. Until we get this shit handled, I want everyone on a tight lockdown. Bring all women to the clubhouse. No one rides alone. We don’t know what this kid is capable of or how much of the Italian Mafia will actually be backing him up.”
“I’m working on digging deeper on these guys, Prez. I’ll let you know as soon as I have something,” Tech tells him.
Bull nods his head. “Keep doin’ what you can. I want a Rider to case Zack’s house and one to case Big Vin’s house.”
“I got Big Vin’s,” Diesel states. Hollywood’s eyes shoot to Diesel, but he doesn’t say anything.
Shade is about to talk, but Clutch cuts him off. “I’ll take Zack’s.”
“Y’all can each take another brother with you, but take club vehicles, so you’re less conspicuous,” Bull tells them. “Shade and Sketch, the two of you will stay at the clubhouse. We can’t risk y’all going after Zack too soon.”
I grit my teeth. “Prez, I can’t sit back and not do anything.”
“You don’t need to stake out either house. Zack knows what both of you look like, so if he sees either of y’all, you’ll put Wren at more risk than she already is,” Bull says. Fuck, he’s got a point.
