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She’s sitting against the wall, two men on either side of her, and her eyes lift to mine. I know that it must be her, because she’s the only female in this room. Although, she does not look like she’s been kidnapped by any means.
“I think it’s about time someone did some serious fucking talking, and fast,” I announce.
TANNER
Aresponse text never comes in, but it doesn’t matter because I have class. Hurrying through my morning routine, I try to get ready for school as quickly as possible. I have a new lease on my classes. No longer do I feel like they’re being forced on me, but rather, I want to do this to better my life… for myself and my baby.
Rushing down to the kitchen, I make a quick breakfast, then grab some premade salad and some of my healthy snacks before I swiftly walk out of the clubhouse front door.
Thankfully, none of these people are early risers, so I doubt that anyone even realizes I’ve left, if they even know I was there in the first place. The only people who have spoken to me are Brianne and Ironfist.
I’m hiding, out of sight, and I like being invisible. I don’t exist to most of these men and I’ll take it. I would rather just be a blip on their radar.
Driving toward the building where I take my classes, I do something stupid and cruise past Brent’s house, my old house. His detective car is in the driveway and so is Jenna’s car. I don’t stop, but I do slow down to a crawl as I pass by.
It doesn’t seem like it was just a few days ago that I lived there, in fact, it seems like it was a complete lifetime ago. Like it was a whole other world where I lived there with him, where he was yelling at me to do better, to be more. Where he was constantly disappointed in me… well, some things will probably never change no matter where I am or where I live.
My eyes well up with wetness and I wipe my tears away before I press my foot a little harder against the gas and take off toward school. I need to focus on my classes, not the past. I need to think about the future, about my life, and what all of this means for me, not my past.
I need to be better, do more, and prove not just to Brent, but also to myself that I can do this. Because there is no failing. Not in this. Not in life. Not for me and not for this baby. Gathering my things, I jump out of the pickup truck, grab my bag, and head toward the front door.
There’s a man standing at the side of the door, a cigarette in his hand, smoking. I don’t recognize him, he isn’t from my class and he’s staring at me, watching me.
Instantly, he makes me feel uncomfortable, but there’s no other way in the door and there are people all around, or at least there are inside. I’m about a minute later than usual, so most people have already filtered into the room.
Hitching my bag on my shoulder, I start to walk a little faster. But he doesn’t let me past him. He reaches out and wraps his hand around my bicep. My entire body jerks and I twist my head over and tilt it back slightly to look up at him.
“Please let go of me,” I whisper as I try to pull my arm from his grasp, but his fingers just tighten.
“Your man is fucking with my club, with my shit, and now it’s time he gets paid back.”
Shaking my head, I open my mouth to tell him that he’s wrong, that I don’t understand, but no words come out. Because he jerks my entire body, then pulls me so hard that I am tugged off-balance and he drags me behind the building, where there is a small alleyway. An alleyway that’s practically hidden from view.
“I don’t know what any of this is about, please don’t,” I whimper.
He lifts his other hand and grabs ahold of my shoulder, shaking me as he peers into my eyes. His gaze is nothing short of hate-filled. It makes my entire body shiver in a mix of disgust and fear all at the same time.
“The Nasty Bastards need to keep their noses out of shit that isn’t theirs. They show up and try to be goddamn heroes. They kill my son-in-law, they come in like white fucking knights and try to ruin the deal that I had for a nice fucking flesh trade. So it don’t matter that you’re seemingly innocent. You’re fucking perfect.”
I open my mouth to plead for my life again, but nothing comes out. Mainly because a rag is held to my face right before everything goes dark.
