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Scourge tucked his semi-erect dick into his pants and approached the stage, staring at me. “I like the ones that fight back. How much for this one, Angel?”
I didn’t react to his question.
“Bidding starts at twenty thousand.”
A few bikers shook their heads and backed away, forming a line behind the biker thrusting into the girl in the corner.
This nightmare seemed neverending. Tears stung the back of my eyelids, but I wouldn’t show weakness or cry. The wolves would descend and tear me to pieces. My strength had to prevail.
Where are you, Slash? Please check your messages.
What if he didn’t? What if he was balls-deep in some girl?
I shook that thought from my head. No. Slash wasn’t like that. Innocent? No, I knew better. But he wasn’t like these bikers at all. The Bladed Serpents were animals. Slash cared about me.
“Twenty thousand,” Scourge answered.
“Twenty-one,” a guy with sandy blond hair bid next.
“Twenty-three.”
The bids kept coming as the price rose. I wondered how these men could afford to bid on me with such high amounts. And then it struck me that these bikers didn’t work regular jobs, clocking in at nine and out at five. Nothing they participated in could be legal. Drugs, money laundering, trafficking—these were only a few ways the Bladed Serpents probably earned the cash they spent. Maybe they robbed people, too. Who knew?
It wasn’t like I was dealing with honorable citizens.
My gaze swept over the girls being hauled away with their new owners, thankful Embry wasn’t among them. I winced as I heard more cries and knew the girl in the corner wasn’t the only one being assaulted. My lower lip trembled, and I sucked it into my mouth, desperate not to break down.
Slash isn’t coming.
Just as the last ounce of hope I possessed began to fade, I heard a deep voice rumble a bid.
“Fifty thousand.”
My gaze cut to the left, landing on Slash.Thank God!
Wait. Did he just bid on me too!?
Angel stiffened beside me.
Two bikers wearing the Feral Rebels MC emblem on their leather vests appeared. A big, bald guy with a salt and pepper beard spotted the young woman being raped and lifted his weapon, firing off several bullets. My body jolted with each pull on the trigger. Thuds and screams followed. The girls scattered.
The second biker with Slash, much younger with a cocky grin, aimed two guns at the crowd. “Give me a reason. I live for this shit.”
None of the Bladed Serpents moved.
Shocked that they didn’t try to overpower Slash or his MC brothers, I stared at the man who showed up to rescue me. My heart leaped into my throat when his gaze slid over me, taking in my club outfit, and his lips curled into a grin.
“Step away from my ol’ lady.”
A gasp left my throat. What?
“THIS THE CLUB?” HAVOC asked as we parked our bikes toward the back entrance.
I had a feeling we’d be leaving in a hurry once we entered and handled shit with the Bladed Serpents and Angel Mackenzie. I needed to know more about that shady motherfucker and his trafficking business. There’s no way he worked alone. It would have to wait until Molly was safe.
We weaved through the crowded club, quickly finding the bouncers blocking our way to a secluded hall with black doors. A man in a dark suit stood between two Bladed Serpents. I could see the guns within reach.
They didn’t move or perceive us as a threat—poor choice.
