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She would never be his, though.
If anything, the Strong Riders kidnapping her tonight made him even more adamant that Cat needed to stay away from him and the club.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The wooden floorboards creaked underneath Cat’s leather boots as Mud pushed her further inside the dank, smelly hunting cabin. Mud’s flashlight illuminated the floor to wall wooden planks where several mice skittered into the cracks.
“Sit.”
Mud pushed her down by her shoulder, making her fall to her knees in the middle of the open-plan cabin. The rope burn on her wrists was the least of her problems as she watched Bald Guy and Man Bun enter the cabin. Broken Nose Guy probably did what Mud ordered him to do; checking the woods out in the back.
Mud might have been a beast of a man at a certain point in his lifetime, but she held out hope in the fact that he’d lived a grim, harsh life as a criminal biker and that he wasn’t as strong now in his sixties. She would have to wait it out and take him off guard somehow.
“When can we fuck her already?” Man Bun asked with his back against the room as he crumpled some old newspapers lying next to the fireplace. She recognized his voice as the one that clocked her in Zeus’ backyard, knocking her out cold.
“Relax. It’s not like she’s going anywhere…” Bald Guy said with a chuckle as he sat down on a squeaky double bed with dusty checkered linen.
Cat’s stomach churned when Mud answered, “I’m still waiting on Silas to call me back.”
It didn’t surprise her that Mud had joined Silas’ new club like an obedient lap dog. Even though she wasn’t supposed to know club business, the men talked like little schoolgirls at the clubhouse bar. Cat had overheard Turtle once about Silas and Annas being responsible for the death of four people, among which Zeus’ former Old Lady, Ammeline.
Ammeline had been a sweet girl who didn’t deserve to die because of her father, Silas. Cat thought about Gwenn and Zeus being a way better match for each other. Her half sister fitted right in and took on her role as the President’s Old Lady like she’d been born and raised for it.
“Lets take this off, shall we? I want to hear you scream when I shove my dick inside your ass,” Man Bun said.
His thick fingers undoing the knot in her gag smelled after the root in the fireplace. The crackling fire gave the dilapidated cabin anything but a warm and cozy feel as the shadows of Man Bun and Bald Guy eerily danced before her in the confined room with just the fireplace, a double bed and a small sofa and coffee table.
Mud stood somewhere behind her, probably eyeing his stooges circling her like a pack of wolves. She purposely held her tongue as Man Bun fisted her hair before he yanked her head back. “Don’t be shy, bitch. I know what you’re capable of. You tore my son’s face off before Demon got to him. My son’s been a wreck ever since. And now you’ve broken Ulf’s nose.”
Ulf.
What kind of name was that? Broken Nose Guy was shit out of luck with his looksandhis name.
“What are you smilin’ ‘bout? You like your hair pulled, you nasty ass cunt?” Man Bun shouted.
She actually laughed when she felt his misery of not being able to scare her.
His eyes narrowed into slits before he kicked her, forcing her to fall down on her face since her hands were still tied on her lower back.
A groan escaped her lips when his dirty boot pressed on the side of her face in order to keep her down against the grimy floor that smelled like a wet dog.
She heard the unmistaken sound of the unbuckling of a belt and closed her eyes, unwilling to show them exactly how much that sound alone terrified her.
She opened her eyes when the bald asshole grabbed her chin. “Not so tough now, are you?”
“Fuck you…”
She wished she hadn’t said that, seeing how her grit made his eyes twinkle with excitement.
“I can see why their enforcer has a hard on for you,” Bald Guy said as he grabbed his junk through his jeans.
Cat didn’t miss a beat. Somebody must have told them about what happened tonight at the clubhouse. In all of these years, she’d kept her crush on Demon a secret and nobody ever dared to think about Demon messing with one of his club brother’s sisters.
Cat had licked Demon’s throat tonight, threatening any bitch daring to come near Demon. Why did she have to openly lay a claim on Demon tonight of all nights? But more importantly, who had blabbed about what happened?
Maybe one of the IVMC brothers was a rat and hoped to find a weak spot in one of the officers? Perhaps the Strong Riders put that blonde new sweetbutt inside the club and by chance proved Cat and Demon’s connection?
She was even more disappointed with herself for showing her weakness in front of the club. She didn’t have time to rack her brain about all the faces she’d seen tonight at the clubhouse when Bald Guy pulled out his veiny little prick from his pants.
