A low rumble vibrates the ground a moment beforebright light bursts through the tree cover in front of us, about fifty feet away. The lights blind me, but I raise my weapon, and I realize that it’s a mounted spotlight on a truck rig, and as more break through the tree cover, I know we’re fucked.
12
ROOK
I’m hurting all over,but I won’t let Camile go through this on her own. My worst fear—after them killing her—is that they’ll take turns raping her. Then the Camile I’ve grown to know and love, will no longer exist. She’ll be so damaged, that sweet light that drew me to her will have been turned to darkness. I’d dedicate the rest of my life to figuring out a way to turn it back on again, but prevention is always better than a cure. If these fuckers can be satisfied by watching a show, I hope they’ll leave her alone.
The room has filled with people. I count six men now. Several of them are clearly bikers—the assholes who grabbed me when my so-called friend betrayed me—but the others I’m not so sure about.
I don’t regret coming here. I don’t regret acting outside of the MC, even though Jack is going to fucking kill me when he sees me again,ifhe sees me again. If I hadn’t, Camile would stillbe here alone, and they wouldn’t be satisfied with getting a show. No, they’d want the real thing.
They’ve made her dress in a skimpy red and black lace thong and a matching bra, and she’s got a tiny fishnet style black dress over the top that barely covers her ass. Her feet are clad in strappy sandals with stiletto heels she could break her ankle in, and it doesn’t help that they look a size too big.
One of the guys unhooks me from the pipe I’ve been tied to for hours. I wonder if I can fight now that I’m untied, but one of them has a gun, and I can’t risk either of us getting shot. He drags me over to where the chair is positioned in the middle of the room. I’m still hurting from the beating they gave me, but the meds have taken the edge off.
He shoves me into it. “Sit in the chair. Let’s see her give you a dance.”
“Dance, dance, dance,” the men chant at Camile.
She looks awkward and embarrassed, but she approaches me and stands directly in front of my shins. She shimmies her hips side to side. Her movements are stilted and her big eyes shine with unshed tears.
Shouts come from the audience. “Take off his shirt. Wiggle that ass at us. Come on, put some effort into it, or we’ll put a hole in his leg.”
I think she’s going to tell them to fuck off, but she must realize how hopeless our situation is. We’re outnumbered and the fuckers have a gun. We don’t have any choice. She ups the ante, lifting her arms up and moving her body sinuously. She’s good, so good she could be a dancer in a seedy club instead of a girl who has been kept virtuous by her family for years.
Fuck, I hate that I’m finding her so sexy right now.What kind of man does that make me? A fucked up one, I’m sure, because the element of danger is also weirdly adding to my arousal, and my cock is showing its approval as it grows thick and long inside my jeans.
Camile teeters in her heels. Her face is a pale mask of fury, but she does as they ask and puts on a show. Facing me, she leans in as though pushing her tits in my face, while she lifts the bottom of my t-shirt, and takes the chance to whisper in my ear.
“It’ll be okay. We just need to give them what they want.”
“Cami…” I say.
“Don’t let them hurt you again. I’m okay with this so long as it’s just you and me. Tune them out.”
She pulls my t-shirt up over my head and tosses it to one side, then starts to dance for me again.
“Nice ass,” someone shouts. They make clucks of approval. “Shake it for us.”
She gives her hips a jiggle and her tits bounce. I try not to stare, but it’s kind of hard when they’re right in front of me. Despite the situation, or maybe in a sick way because of it, I feel myself getting even harder for her, a line running down the denim of my jeans.
“Lose the dress.”
I’m unsure which man shouted, but Camile obeys.
She pulls the dress from her shoulders and lets it slip to the floor so she’s in only the cheap underwear and heels.
“Now get his cock out,” Ginger hollers from where they’re all watching.
Camile bites her lower lip and reaches for my jeans.
“You don’t have to do this,” I hiss at her.
She gives me a look that says, “Yes, I do.”
I hate that my cock seems perfectly happy to see her. It jerks as she undoes my jeans and reaches her small hand in to free me. Her fingers are warm as she wraps them around my erection and pulls me into the open.
The men continue to shout instructions. “Now down on your knees.”
