Fucking a chick who wanted to be fucked, even if it was rough, was cool. I didn’t mind having as many of those as I could. Forcing my cock inside one, let alone a fifteen-year-old, was fucked up. Rape was beyond sick. To me. To Roar and pretty much every guy in the club, it was the norm. Annie was just another piece of meat. Fresh pussy to fuck.
“I won’t touch you,” I’d finally said.
She’d remained speechless, curled up on my bed. She wasn’t feisty like her sister. No fire in her soul. Broken. Was she a helpless little girl before he took her? Or did he break her in the few days he had her in before I arrived?
I didn’t stick long enough to find out. That night I took off and vowed to leave the Night Skulls for good.
I should have taken her with me, though. I should have listened to her pleas and saved her ass like I’d saved mine.
“Please, get me out of here. I beg you. I won’t tell anyone. I’d tell my family I ran away with some guy. Please don’t leave me here with him.” She’d knelt on the floor and grabbed on my ankle like I’d been her only hope in this life.
She must have thought I was naïve or weak for not fucking her, and she could have used me to save her ass. That was what I’d told myself; she couldn’t have meant what she’d said; she couldn’t have been too terrified to say anything about the club.
The truth was I was more of a Night Skull than I thought I’d been. I’d cared more about my family than I’d cared about that girl and what could have happened to her.
She must be working the bars now or sold around like the other bitches Roar owned. Maybe, he took her for himself. Maybe, she was even dead.
All because I’d kicked her off me that night and never looked back.
The reason behind Annie’s abduction, the asshole that had left her to rot in hell, was shackled in her sister’s basement or whatever dump this was, and Cameron had no clue.
CHAPTER 13
Dusty
It was impossible to tell the time here, which drove me insane. I couldn’t stand all those hours in the dark, freezing to death, alone. With my demons.
If I couldn’t tell what day it was, I’d make up my own timeline. By how famished and thirsty and needing to piss I was, I’d decided when she was here, it was morning. The first morning after she’d kidnapped me. Now it was night. And she never showed up.
The bitch wasn’t torturing me with her hands. She’d left me to torment myself. As if she knew what I’d done.
“How long are you gonna leave me like this?” I yelled at the emptiness, writhing in the fucking chains. My wrists and ankles scorched me as if they were being cut off.
I swore and screamed my lungs out in vain. The pain was hard enough not to let me sleep. I twisted violently against the shackles, causing more pain, hoping it’d knock me out.
The first attempt was a total bust. The second. The third. Each one felt like I was going to lose a limb. By the time I reached the eighth trial, my mind and body finally switched off.
Not for long.
A sweet smell awakened my senses, a warm breath on my face sending a shiver down my spine. I blinked and saw a blur of Cameron. My eyes snapped open, and she was staring at me with her big brown ones.
“How could you sleep?” The rasp was huskier than always. She just woke up or hadn’t been getting any sleep herself?
She was standing too close. If she’d been my height, I could have banged my head against hers, breaking her skull, giving her a concussion that wouldn’t heal. Or…
I could have crushed my lips into hers.
I preferred the latter.
Mouth too dry to swallow, I glanced down. Shit. Wrong move. I stood a few inches higher, and I could see her tits down the V neck of her green sweatshirt.
Suddenly, she flinched, stumbling back a step with a glare. I didn’t know the reason behind her panic until her stare dipped and I followed the destination it’d just reached. Oh fuck.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted, her eyes wandering between my face and my dick that was poking her a second ago.
“Spare me the fucking judgment. You were dripping the last time I was hard so cut the act. This time, it’s not what you think anyway. I need to take a piss,” I lied. I did need to piss, but that wasn’t the only reason behind that motherfucking hard-on.
She looked at me as if she’d smelled something disgusting. Then she vanished in the dark, some rummaging sounds in the background. When she emerged in the light range, she had a plastic bottle in her hand.
