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“Stop your sniveling and lies,” he snorts, spinning me around to slap the duct tape back over my mouth to silence me. Wolf shoves me ahead roughly, causing me to stumble up onto the porch, slamming my stomach into the top step with a grunt. “Hurry the fuck up. Pirate promised I get to come second in your fresh little cunt.”
Bile races up my throat, and I dry heave at the image my mind conjures of his sweaty, old body over mine. Fuck, no.
Strength I never knew I had wells within me, and I push myself off the porch, shove my shoulder into Wolf’s gut, and race back down the steps. His grunt and snarl of anger echo in my ears, pushing me to move. Pumping my legs as fast as I can, I run for my life. My arms bounce awkwardly, still bound behind me. Fucking mess.
The night air is cooling rapidly, but sweat pours down my back, chilling me to my core. Goosebumps pebble across my skin, and I gasp for breath behind the tape. My eyes scan my surroundings frantically.
Where do I go?
Where can I hide?
The gate looms before me, enormous, and closed. I’m so screwed, but I keep running. Veering hard to the side, rushing along the fence line. Heavy footfalls clomp behind me. “The more you make me chase, you little bitch, the worse this is gonna go for your pussy. Can fuck you nice and slow, make sure it feels good. But if you keep this shit up, you’re not gonna like me mad.”
He’s close now, so close that his heat burns against my back. So close that he’s inches away from being able to grab me. The earth dips and rises under my feet, and I dig down deep; surging forward just as he makes a grab for me. His fingers graze mine, and I scream behind my gag.
Wolf growls in frustration, and my foot catches on a rock, making me stumble. In less than a second, he’s caught me, pulling me hard against his putrid body. I writhe and struggle, pulse roaring in my ears, but it’s over.
A large hand wraps around my throat, choking me, and cutting off my oxygen. Panic fills me, crushes me, and tears flow freely down my face. The world darkens as I sob.
A tongue licks across my cheek, chasing the tears.
“Delicious,” he crows, and my world fades to black.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LEGACY
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be fuckin’ happening.
Veins bulge along Wolf’s arms as he carries his blond-haired bounty to the front of the room. You know who it is. My eyes widen, and my jaw clenches, desperately hoping that the long locks belong to someone, anyone other than Trinity.
Muttering kicks up around Church. The brothers strain to see what’s going on. Who Wolf’s carrying. But when Pirate gestures to Venom’s bloody cut, spread across the table… I know. I know deep down in my soul that this just went from bad to worse.
“What the shit? Why’s she unconscious?” Pirate asks Wolf with a frown. “Where’s the fun in stickin’ my dick in her without the screaming? This bitch owes us tears.”
My fists clench, knuckles popping with the intensity of my rage. Over my dead body will that happen.
“She was being a bitch—made me chase her around outside. Complete bullshit,” Wolf grunts as he dumps the love of my life unceremoniously onto her dead father’s mutilated cut. She flops down in a heap, silver duct tape keeping her arms behind her back. Pirate reaches for his dagger. My life flashes before my eyes, and I let out a strangled cry as he brings it down toward her. Shaka grabs my shoulder when I push forward.
“Not the time, brother,” he mutters. Is he right? Breath whooshes from my lungs when he only uses the blade to slice through the tape, releasing her delicate wrists. But even if she’s okay right now, she won’t be for long.
And I’m not going to sit back while they fuck my woman. My woman. My eyes swing to Shaka, and he nods his head, his eyes staring down at the patch in my hand.
Dread sinks in my stomach.
Then Wolf bends down and slaps her tit. And. I. See. Red.
The only person who should be touchin’ those is me. And anyone who puts their hands on what's mine is gonna die.
“Wakey wakey, little bitch,” he sings, rubbing his unworthy fingers over the tops of her breasts before tearing the neck of her tank down to bare them to the room.
Wolf just signed his death warrant—after I break off each one of those digits.
“Hey!” I yell, surging forward. The few steps around the table feel like they take forever as all my brothers’ eyes swing toward me. “Don’t touch her.”
Pirate smirks, baring his golden teeth. Malice turns his eyes nearly black, and I know I just played right into his calculating claws. My hands clench, but I keep eye contact and circle the space only to be stopped by Tomb. Our giant Sergeant at Arms towers over me by nearly a foot, halting my progress by merely standing between the table and the wall with his thick arms crossed over his beefy chest.
“Get out of my way,” I hiss through gritted teeth, shoving the bloody VP patch at him. Pity washes over his features—yeah, we both know this rank is merely bullshit. Pirate’s the king, and none of us matter.
