Page 39 of Broken
They are looking at me as if they can’t wait to devour me whole.
I look around for something, anything that can help me, but I’m powerless.
Hades walks into my room. The hair on the back of my neck stands up. I turn to him, sore from last night’s party. Having a place to stay and food on the table is nice, but I don’t know that it’s worth what these guys like to do.
“How is it you’ve been here a week and I ain’t gotten a piece yet?” His eyes dance with happiness. I’ve seen him with the other girls and I’ve purposely stayed out of his way.
He reaches out, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me against him.
“I have so many ideas for us.” He pushes me to the bed. “Undress, whore. The longer you take the longer I will.”
Fear strikes my chest like a knife.
I quickly pull all my clothes off.
As he jumps toward me I scream.
I can’t breathe. I don’t know if it’s Hades’ grip or the weight of my memories, but I’m suffocating.
He slaps a picture on the table in front of me, and I jump. “This. Is your brother.” My body stills from the shock of his words. My brother? “More important, he is the President of one of our rival clubs. Fuckers have been refusing to give us the territory we want.”
I look around, knowing that can’t be good. The officers are surrounding me and each one has a smile on their faces. “Tonight, we will take you to a field near the clubhouse. You’ll need to get roughed up some. We’ll show you which way to walk and you’ll go to that club. Those pussies have a soft spot for women; they’ll take you in. You are to report information back to me on a daily basis. I want to know their weaknesses. I want to know how to bring them to their goddamn knees. You do well, when we take the assholes down, you’ll be an old lady. You fuck up and we’ll gut you like a fish.”
“Answer me!” he growls in a hushed tone.
I try to speak, but I can’t with the pressure on my neck. He eases his hold, and I take a much needed breath of air.
“Why have I not fucking heard from you?” His fists are clenched and all I can remember is the way they smashed into me that night.
“I’m sorry. I—”
“Don’t give me any fucking excuses. You’re over here fucking around with some prospect. You need to get me some goddamn information. If not I’ll make good on my promise and find out what I need a different way.” He grabs my hair, forcing me face down onto the couch. “Before I kill you I’ll use you. I’ll do everything I’ve ever dreamed of but haven’t attempted because I didn’t want to cause permanent damage.” His hand dips into my pants and he shoves two fingers into my ass. I yelp from the pain. “I’ll tear you in two then let everyone else have a go before I end your pathetic life.”
The tears are streaming down my face. He retracts his fingers, and I pulse in pain.
“I know you’ve seen me around. I proved right now how easily I can get to you. Don’t make me find you again.”
He leaves, and I jump up, running to a stall and locking myself in it.
I was sent here as a spy from another club?
Oh God.
This is horrible. I turn, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet as I hear the door open again.
No, he couldn’t have come back. I silently pray it isn’t him when someone knocks on the stall door and I jump.
“Izzy?” Mallory’s voice sounds. “Are you okay?”
Shit.
I grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe my mouth. Taking a second one, I wipe the tears from my cheek. I pull my hair so it covers both sides of my neck and some of the front. Hopefully, there isn’t a huge mark. When I open the door Mallory looks at me and I know I must look like death.
“Crap. Are you sick? Come on. Max is just outside the door.” She takes my hand and leads me into the hallway. When I walk out I see him leaning against the wall.
His face is etched with concern and once he sees me he rushes over. “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I think she was throwing up when I walked in.”
