Page 19 of Sinful Deeds
Tank slams his fists into the wall on both sides of my face. I jump. Trembling with fear, my mouth drops open, but no words come out. What does he know? If he’s this pissed, I can only imagine how Chainz will react. My fight-or-flight instincts kick in and I straighten my spine, tipping my head up to look him dead in the eye. I refuse to cower. “Who the fuck are you to judge me?”
“I’m the Vice President of this club. It’s my job to protect it. To protect him.” He growls, “Fuel is missing, maybe even dead, and now Chainz is arrested by an Agent looking for you.”
The sharp edge to his words cut through me like razor blades, slashing at the part of my heart that cares about both men. I can’t speak. The weight of his penetrating stare paralyses me. The burden of truth is too much to bear. It’s all because of me. I shouldn’t be here.
“You have no idea the precautions we’ve taken to keep ATF off our backs. Now they’re all up in our shit because of you. So, I’m going to ask you one more time and I expect a damn answer. What the fuck did you do?”
“Nothing.” My words barely break a whisper.
“Do you think this is a game? You’re fucking with my brother’s lives. First Fuel, now Chainz. You’re putting the entire club at risk.”
His anger is understandable. If I hadn’t agreed to go for a ride on Fuels bike, none of this would have happened. I should have stuck to my rules and kept him at a distance. My desperation to feel something blinded me. I should have run when I had the chance instead of being so damn stubborn.
“You can blame me all you want, but I didn’t ask to be here.” I push back with my words because that’s all I’ve got. Tank doesn’t budge. The menacing way he hovers over me with that savage look in his eyes causes me to shake.
“Is what’s between your thighs worth it?” Tank cups his hand between my legs. “Is this what you want, sweetheart, a big bad biker to fuck?”
Bikers aren’t the only ones who get off on intimidating women. I’ve seen it before. I’ve lived it before and I’m not sure I can do it again. “I didn’t ask to be here.”
I draw my arm back and swing at Tank’s face, connecting with a hard snap. Tank closes his calloused hand around my wrist and spins me around like a rag doll, shoving me onto the bed. He straddles me with one knee between my thighs and the other on the side of my leg. His hands pin my arms above my head. I squirm under his hold. “Just give me my keys and I’ll go.”
“Not on your life.” Tank snaps. “Don’t think for one minute I’m going to let history repeat itself. I will not allow you to destroy this club.” I continue to struggle, trying to break free of his hold, when suddenly he lets go of my wrists and climbs off of me. “We might need you for collateral. Stay put.”
Tank storms out of the room and I slide off the bed onto the floor. All of my fear and frustrations pass over my lips in a deafening scream. I scream and scream until my throat is sore and no more noise comes out. Scrubbing my hand across my face, I wipe at the tears. Tank is right about one thing, I want a big bad biker between my legs but it’s not Tank, Fuel or any of the others. My lust can only be sedated by one biker. Chainz.
I fidget with the bracelet on my wrist. It must seem so trivial to them, but to me it goes so much deeper. It’s a reminder of my past before bloodshed tainted my life. I bite back the thought of what I’ve lost. I can’t trust any of them. What’s stopping Chainz from ratting me out if it means saving his own ass? Putting my trust in a man got me in this mess. It’s the reason for Adam’s obsession with me.
I push to my feet and stomp to the door. Fuck them all. I didn’t ask for the club’s help. They can’t keep me here. I rip open the door only to slam straight into an even bigger, angrier biker. One I hadn’t seen before.
“Don’t even try it.” His eyebrows snap down at me. I concede, slinking back into the room while he pulls the door closed.
Chapter 14
Chainz
The entire walk backto the clubhouse, all I think about is the decision I have to make. Sooner rather than later. My club or Raven? Either choice is torture. I can’t betray my brothers, it’s my job as President to put the club first. That’s how it should be. We’re a family. The club has been through serious shit together and my brothers have always had my back. Even when I didn’t deserve it. My moral compass may not always point north, but it takes conviction to keep personal feelings out of it. Something I’ve failed at before. I can’t afford to let my conviction waver again. I don’t owe Raven anything. Every time I offer to help her, she pushes me away. Yet I feel like a colossal asshole even considering turning her in. Fuel is probably dead. It’s only a matter of time until we find his body. I growl under my breath as I bear right toward the clubhouse. If I turn Raven in, Fuel’s death would be in vain. Either choice I make, we’re not coming out of this unscathed.
