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How nice of him, Slade thought.
The second the two vehicles vanished, not only Slade but everyone else turned.
They all looked right at Nelle.
Nelle knew one thing in life.Run.Her father taught her that from a young age.Grab your sisters and run!Those words were tattooed deeper than Slade’s initials on her ass cheek. As soon as the bikers looked at Nelle, she started to run.
She knew there had to be a back way out of the lot, even if that meant running in, through, in between, or around dirty, old garages. Even if that meant running through junkyards and risking her life.
The only problem? Nelle didn’t even make it five steps before Muffin stepped in front of her.
“Not today, girlfriend,” he said in a deep voice.
She swung at Muffin but he stopped and spun her around, hugging her from behind. He picked her up off her feet.
Nelle kicked and thrashed but all she could see was Slade getting closer to her. Slade getting closer… Cyrus getting closer… She wondered if it would have been better to just have Damien kill her.
Fucking Damien? Are you serious? He’s in charge now? That’s what this is all about?
The voice in her head screamed questions. Slade was now close enough to take Nelle from Muffin. As soon as Muffin released his hold on Nelle, Slade grabbed her hips and held tight.
He then looked up at Muffin. “You ever touch my girl again, I will cut your hands off and make a soup with them, then make you drink it all. She’s wearing my fucking ink. She’s mine!”
Nelle hadn’t realized just how impactful wearing a biker’s ink meant.
“Never heard you this way before, Slade,” Muffin said. “Interesting…”
Nelle realized she wasn’t kicking, thrashing or trying to get away. Slade’s touch calmed her. It shouldn’t.
“You’re with the fucking Russian mafia?” Cyrus barked at her.
“She’s mine,Prez!” Slade yelled.
“No!” Nelle screamed. She didn’t need Slade and Cyrus fighting now. “No!No!”
Nelle kept screaming the same word, over and over. Draining the air from her lungs. Making the back of her throat hurt. Making her heart race so fast she felt like she was going to pass out again.
She kept screaming until Slade clamped a hand over her mouth.His eyes widened and his lip curled high into the air. He was pissed off but he would not hurt her. How did Nelle know that? She wasn’t sure. She just knew.
That shut her up. Slade moved his hand from her mouth. “Ready to talk, sweetheart?”
Nelle felt her chin quiver.
“Prayer,” Cyrus announced. “Take her to prayer. Show her what the fuck is at stake by her actions.”
Everyone looked around at Cyrus.
“That’s against the rules,Prez,” Slade said. “I can’t allow it.”
“She’s inked by a table member for Christ’s sake,” Cyrus growled. “She has the right to be there.”
“She already helped patch up Virus there,” Linc added as he joined the conversation.
Slade looked deep into Nelle’s eyes once more. She could tell he had plenty to say to her. Instead of talking, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He smacked her ass again, just like the first time he carried her like this. Smacking against the fresh tattoo. It stung and itched and tears filled Nelle’s eyes.
She wasn’t sure if she was going to come out of the SOFRAW clubhouse alive.
Chapter Thirty-Two
