Page 12 of Fury

“I’m your first and probably your last.” Her words echoed inside me, her fingers brushing over my skin.

First and last.A thick sweet vapor steamed between us.

“Yeah, you will be,” I said.

“Here they call me Rena. Bikers like nicknames.”

The lock turned, metal ground against metal.

She moved away from me, jerking up to her feet. The door shoved open.

“Rena?” said a deep voice.

She stepped off of our private little fluffy cloud and charged through the door, leaving me alone with my slimy chains on hard, damp, mildewed cement.

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“Give the kid a drink!”Med shouted loudly.

The infamous Scott “Medicine Man” McGuire, so named because he’d been one of the first to create meth factories in the state and provide his clients with all kinds of powdered and tablet style feel-good remedies. Med stood over me, eyeing me like I was the Thanksgiving turkey and he’d been waiting a very long time to carve with style and dig in.

A large unlabeled glass bottle was shoved in my mouth. Another hand dug in my hair, tugging my head back. The sickening fumes of sweat, body odor, and burly booze filled my nostrils. The alcohol flooded my mouth like liquid fire, searing my throat. I gagged and sputtered, spitting out whatever I could.

Laughter and howls ripped through the brightly lit smoke-filled room.

I pushed back and spit again, my eyes tearing. “What the fuck was that?”

“Our moonshine. You don’t like it?”

“No.” I blinked and scanned the crowded room. The Guns had company tonight. Another chapter of their club from California was here.

“You rejecting our hospitality? We’re celebrating tonight. We got our bros here from out west, and we just closed a sweet deal.”

Cheers and hoots rose all around me, and I cringed at the noise. Shocking. Nauseating.

“We’ve all decided that we should move on from our differences with your club. Flames of Hell finally got back to us and we reached an agreement. So the other news of the evening is we’re gonna let you go.”

Boos and howls filled the room.

My club had negotiated for me? Something inside me went to leap, but I pulled it back.

Med looked me square in the face. Everything about him was square. Square jaw, square mouth, boxy end to his nose. Stocky, not too tall, no real neck, compact. Leather cuffs at his wrists and a full mop of long wavy brown hair.

I swallowed against the lingering burn in my throat. “What kind of agreement?”

“Prospect, you don’t worry about the details. You just worry about doing what you’re told.” He smacked my face once, twice, and settled a thick paw on my shoulder. “This here party is your send off. You’re gonna have fun. I know we will.”

Sticky laughter bubbled in the giant cauldron of a room. The air was hot, stifling. So many men and women, their eyes gleaming and heavy on me. I searched for Serena, but I didn’t see her in the blur of faces and bodies. I searched for those eyes. I wanted to see her. I needed to see her.

They shoved me forward, and my body swerved toward the other side of the room. Two girls were on top of a long table, both of them getting fucked, a group of men around them watching intently, waiting their turn. Two other girls were on top of another smaller table, both of them fingering and licking each other with a circle of men watching. Something for everybody.

My chains were yanked, and I hit a table.

“Lay him out,” came Med’s voice.

They laid me out on a long wood table and fastened the chains at my hands and legs to big pegs on the surface. Was I part of the entertainment? My heart banged against my ribs. “What the fuck? You just said you were letting me go. You said this shit was done with.”

“Yeah, but tonight, you’re my glorious main event,” he spit out on a huge grin. His ferocious excitement speared my insides.

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