Page 62 of Fallen Rider


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Which makes this a trap.

“At least that stupid bitch snatched the one who can’t speak,” Dylan mutters. “We don’t have to worry about her screaming the fucking place down.”

My gut roils at his words.

What the hell are they planning on doing to me that will have me screaming?

“Can we still pull this off with one? I didn’t want to hang around too long. The boys were taking a hammering from those Devil bastards.”

“She’ll do.”

“Lola said she’s Dane’s old lady. He’s the VP, right?”

Dylan nods. “And she’s the Harlow wonder triplets’ sister. That bitch actually did well. She snagged someone with links to both clubs.”

I’m only here because of Lola’s jealousy, but truthfully, I’d rather I was here than Sofia or Beth—than any of the women really. Even if I’m scared, at least I can protect my family.

“Isn’t this going to bring the full force of the Devils down on us?”

“You’re not scared of them, are you?”

“They’re a bigger club.”

They are. They have nine chapters in the UK alone. Manchester and London are just a small part of their wider family, but London are not on-board with helping, so I doubt they have much to fear. Then again, the Reapers just mounted a full-frontal assault on Manchester. It might change things.

Dylan moves in front of the chair I’m tied to and crouches down on his haunches. His sly face irritates me.

“I’m sorry it had to be you, Mackenzie, but your brothers and their stupid club aren’t listening. I sent one message to them already.”

I assume he’s talking about Weed, who he beat and dumped out the back gates of the clubhouse just a few months back.

“They didn’t take that lesson seriously. Now, you’re going to pay the price for that.”

He rubs his thumb over his bottom lip as he stares at me with cold eyes.

“I’d say I’m sorry I have to do this, but I’m really not.”

He stands and my heart flutters. Then his fist lashes out and catches my jaw.

Pain explodes right through the area, heat infusing the skin. I’ve never been hit by a man before in my life. I’ve been largely protected by my brothers, by my family. Now, I’m learning how bad the real world can be, how there is evil out there, and Dylan certainly is evil, because he grins as he licks along his bottom lip.

Then, he slams his fist into my face again.

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