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Pain throbs at the back of my head, and I raise my sluggish hand. The limb is heavy, and it resists the movement as though tied to a weight. Panting hard, I try to catch my breath, finally touching the tender spot on my skull, causing me to hiss in agony. Sticky blood coats my fingers, and there’s already a goose egg forming. Shaking, I ignore the pain to focus back in on what’s going on around me.
There’s no way to get out of this if I can’t even pay attention.
“You want to vote about the traitor’s girl? Fucking fine.”
Agony steals my voice as a rough hand fists my hair and yanks me back to my unsteady feet. My legs wobble under me, but it doesn’t matter because the next second, Pirate’s stench envelops me along with his arms.
“Anyone who wants to bite these juicy tits,” he says, cupping my breasts and lifting them like an obscene offering in his gnarled hands. “Or fuck this pink, barely used gash better say aye.”
His hands are everywhere. Pulling so hard on my nipples that I fear they will rip off. My throat burns, turning raw as I scream and tears mix with blood, running in obscene scarlet rivers down my neck.
Smack.
A fiery sting breaks me out of the panic as his hand comes down on my pussy painfully. Smack. Smack. Smack. Legacy is screaming something. The whole room fills with a deafening roar. What’s the verdict? But I can’t make anything out over the booming in my mind.
Rage burns through the haze, bringing me clarity. And suddenly the scent of leather and cigars reaches my nose, banishing the putrid stench of Pirate. Although I know he’s gone, at this moment, my dad’s with me. Fight, Trinity. We trained for this.
And it all comes flooding back to me. Digging deep, I find a well of strength I never knew I possessed. Years of training take over. My head thrusts back, taking Pirate unaware and slamming hard into his face. Something gives way with an audible crack, and his arms immediately loosen.
Yes! Fucking fight, my girl.
He grunts when my elbow catches him hard in the ribs. My foot comes down on his instep, and with a twist, I’m free of my captor. The devil, the monster who murdered my father, who had me stripped down and fucked for their viewing pleasure.
Bloodlust hums through me. I won’t be safe until he’s dead. Fight. Kill. Run.
Naked, vulnerable, and covered in blood, my eyes dart around the room. My pulse pounds in my ears, and a cold sweat films my skin. There are too many brothers to make it to the door, and there are no windows in this god-forsaken room.
Backing up, I search for an answer, for a weapon. My gaze falls on the ruby-hilted dagger stuck in the table. It’s too far away. I would need to pass Pirate to get to it. Anxiety races through my veins. Did I do all of that for no reason? No, there has to be a solution.
Wolf lets go of Legacy, advancing, while Pirate’s still bitching and trying to stop the bleeding coming from his nose. And I back away, moving as fast as I can.
“Hey, come here, you cunt,” another biker snarls, standing to make a grab for me. The movement’s so quick that his chair bangs against the wall. Bunching the aching muscles in my leg, I leap, grabbing for it. Not quite the dagger I was hoping for, but it’ll do.
The metal feels like salvation in my hands, and I lift with all my might, straining against the fatigue and fear.
“Back the hell up. Let me leave,” I demand, swinging it wildly to keep them at bay. But none of them move toward me. In fact, their faces twist into maliciously amused smiles. Laughter cracks in the air, deflating me like a popped balloon.
This room is a jail cell with no way out. There are tons of them, but only one of me. I’m never getting out of here.
My chin drops to my chest, eyes traveling to the black puddle on the dirty floor…following it…until they land on sightless blue eyes.
Sightless blue eyes on the face I’ve loved my whole life. The face of the man who spent his life protecting me, caring for me—putting band-aids on all my bruises and kissing me goodnight.
He’s been here this whole time.
My heart can’t take it, cracking open and pouring out all my sorrows. Nothing will ever be okay again. And I surrender to my fate.
“Dad!” I scream, releasing the chair and falling to the ground. His clotted blood covers my legs, but I barely notice, too fixated on getting to him. Dry heaves rack my abused, exhausted body, and I just don’t have any more in me.
Crawling toward him, I stretch out my arm, reaching as far as I can with my hand until my fingertips graze his…
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
LEGACY
Madness.
Church has erupted into pure chaos, and as much as I want to help Trinity, there’s only one way to do it.
