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Authors: Holly S. Roberts
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back to the other man. “Find Skull and have him bring Red in here. I’ll need some rope.”
I almost spit out the water in my mouth. How stupid can I be? For a moment I thought there was something more between us than an unspoken answer to his question. My anger flashes back to atomic levels. Anger keeps me grounded, and no matter the ache in my pussy, I need to keep the fury at the forefront.
So, what the fuck do I do now? I knew when I began this trip that my death would most likely be the outcome. I never planned for Lorene to suffer punishment for my sins.
Dax
THE KICKASS LOOK IN her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.
Red enters the room with Skull following closely behind. She doesn’t show fear, which could work out very badly for her. I stand and move the chair several feet away from Sofia. I look at Red and gesture for her to sit. I roughly jerk her hands behind the back of the chair. She doesn’t resist. Skull moves in and takes over with the rope, securing her tightly. His face is grim.
“You need to make noise,” I whisper in Red’s ear. I hope she understands what I’m telling her. This won’t be pretty, but she’s a stubborn bitch and I know she can handle what’s about to happen without making the sounds required for it to work in her favor.
I glance over my shoulder. Sofia’s eyes are dark pinpoints of loathing, her jaw compressed tightly. She regrets firing over my head and it’s written plainly in her expression. Red needs to suffer the consequences of her betrayal and this is the only way it might work without her buried six feet under.
Protecting a child is one thing. It’s quite another to protect a woman who holds secrets to the club and betrays us. In Sofia’s case, she knows entirely too much. The question is… how far am I willing to go? Shooting them both would be easier than torture in my book.
“Skull, hold our Latina visitor.”
Skull moves fast, but Sofia is off the cot before he reaches her. She circles around me eyeing the door. She’d need to go through both of us to get out of the room. Her expression changes, and running away is no longer part of her plan. She attacks me with the force of a tiger. Not with claws, though. Fists and feet are her weapons and she’s fucking quick. She circles and keeps me between her and Skull. Where the fuck did she learn to fight this way? I take a strike to my jaw, which whips my head to the side and rattles my teeth.
“Back off,” I tell Skull.
If she wants to play, I’ll oblige.
The room is small, but that doesn’t detour her assault. She leaps over Red. Fucking almost flies. Her legs sweep out as soon as she’s on the other side of the chair, and I teeter and almost fall on Red. Skull’s back is flat against the wall by the cot. I only looked at him for a split second, when Sofia’s foot connects with my jaw in the exact place she hit me before.
Bitch!
I take a step back.
“Come on, pretty boy,” she says through gritted teeth. “Afraid the Latina will kick your ass?”
She’s fucking amazing. No fear, just enough fucking hatred to burn the clubhouse to the ground. I don’t see a chance of putting an end to this without hurting her. Hurting me doesn’t seem to be a problem for her, so fuck it.
I feign to the right, left, and right again. Prison taught me a lot. There are plenty of guys inside with the ability to fight. Sofia’s expecting the first and second move. Not the third. She moves to my left side as I do a half turn and plow my forearm into her
I almost spit out the water in my mouth. How stupid can I be? For a moment I thought there was something more between us than an unspoken answer to his question. My anger flashes back to atomic levels. Anger keeps me grounded, and no matter the ache in my pussy, I need to keep the fury at the forefront.
So, what the fuck do I do now? I knew when I began this trip that my death would most likely be the outcome. I never planned for Lorene to suffer punishment for my sins.
Dax
THE KICKASS LOOK IN her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I’m convinced she’s who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There’s not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.
Red enters the room with Skull following closely behind. She doesn’t show fear, which could work out very badly for her. I stand and move the chair several feet away from Sofia. I look at Red and gesture for her to sit. I roughly jerk her hands behind the back of the chair. She doesn’t resist. Skull moves in and takes over with the rope, securing her tightly. His face is grim.
“You need to make noise,” I whisper in Red’s ear. I hope she understands what I’m telling her. This won’t be pretty, but she’s a stubborn bitch and I know she can handle what’s about to happen without making the sounds required for it to work in her favor.
I glance over my shoulder. Sofia’s eyes are dark pinpoints of loathing, her jaw compressed tightly. She regrets firing over my head and it’s written plainly in her expression. Red needs to suffer the consequences of her betrayal and this is the only way it might work without her buried six feet under.
Protecting a child is one thing. It’s quite another to protect a woman who holds secrets to the club and betrays us. In Sofia’s case, she knows entirely too much. The question is… how far am I willing to go? Shooting them both would be easier than torture in my book.
“Skull, hold our Latina visitor.”
Skull moves fast, but Sofia is off the cot before he reaches her. She circles around me eyeing the door. She’d need to go through both of us to get out of the room. Her expression changes, and running away is no longer part of her plan. She attacks me with the force of a tiger. Not with claws, though. Fists and feet are her weapons and she’s fucking quick. She circles and keeps me between her and Skull. Where the fuck did she learn to fight this way? I take a strike to my jaw, which whips my head to the side and rattles my teeth.
“Back off,” I tell Skull.
If she wants to play, I’ll oblige.
The room is small, but that doesn’t detour her assault. She leaps over Red. Fucking almost flies. Her legs sweep out as soon as she’s on the other side of the chair, and I teeter and almost fall on Red. Skull’s back is flat against the wall by the cot. I only looked at him for a split second, when Sofia’s foot connects with my jaw in the exact place she hit me before.
Bitch!
I take a step back.
“Come on, pretty boy,” she says through gritted teeth. “Afraid the Latina will kick your ass?”
She’s fucking amazing. No fear, just enough fucking hatred to burn the clubhouse to the ground. I don’t see a chance of putting an end to this without hurting her. Hurting me doesn’t seem to be a problem for her, so fuck it.
I feign to the right, left, and right again. Prison taught me a lot. There are plenty of guys inside with the ability to fight. Sofia’s expecting the first and second move. Not the third. She moves to my left side as I do a half turn and plow my forearm into her
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