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“Do you think Storm will find us soon? I want to go home.”
“Me too.”
“They’re looking for us, right?” Emilee tucked her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them, tiny trembles working through her body.
“Yes. The whole club is looking for us.” I tried to not think negatively. Tried to not let my mind wander to a dark place. If Storm and his brothers hadn’t rid the area of Hunters the last two months or found them, how would they find us now?
The dude returned with the water. Again, like the gum, he threw the bottles at us—jerk.
Emilee and I shared one bottle, saving the second. We chewed the gum with solemn expressions. Hero and Tara were awake, neither made a sound.
A chill crept up my spine as the prospect ogled me. I was only in my bra and panties. The asshole prez wouldn’t give my clothes back. I’d never been assaulted and humiliated quite like this. Dane might have beat me when I let my mouth run, but every degrading word spewed, or the forced sex had been in private.
I choked down saliva, not allowing my mind to go to that dark, evil place. These men, the Hunters, were capable of far more heinous acts than hitting and making me strip. What they might do to the girls and I would change us in immeasurable ways. Death might be a better deal than the vile things they could do.
I needed to keep their focus off Emilee. She was so young.
God, I felt guilty and helpless.
Sometime later, the door swung open. Sunlight flooded the dimly lit room so bright I squinted, unable to make out who entered the silo. As my eyes adjusted after the door closed, I recognized the president. The enforcer followed with a crowbar in hand.
Lightheaded and nauseous, I pressed one hand to my stomach and grabbed Emilee’s hand with the other as if she could protect me, sensing that vile man had come for me.
“Good afternoon. Lovely day isn’t it?” The prez had an evil glint in his black eyes. “Hope you slept well. You’ll need lots of energy to endure what I have in store for you.” He locked his perverted gaze on me.
My blood turned cold as the prez made his way in my direction.
Emilee trembled against me. “Oh, God.”
“Shhh.” My heart hammered against my ribs. He wanted me. That much, I was sure.
“Look at you,niñita.I’ve been thinking of your tight cunt all night.” He squatted, skimming his finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “If your man doesn’t agree to my terms, I’ll be having my way with you.” He forcefully grabbed my face and tilted it up. He licked his lips. “That’s right,niñita… That means little girl. I will own you,niñita.”
“I’d rather die!” I couldn’t stop myself from spitting in his face.
He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “You little cunt.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
I saw his fist coming and braced for the impact, like I would do when Dane hit me. It didn’t help. I was knocked back into the metal wall. Emilee cried out, so did I, seeing stars.
Hero growled and struggled in his chair, clanging it around as if it would help. It was no use. He was tied up and gagged, like Tara.
The prospect laughed at him.
Tears burned their way down my face as I touched my eye. I was bleeding. I’d never been punched like that before. Dane sprained my arm and bruised my body, shaking me when angry. He’d been careful with my injuries, so my friends wouldn’t notice. Always knew where to hit that would be covered up by clothes. He’d kicked me in the stomach, but he never once punched me in the face.
The prez grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to my feet. “You’re going to be fun to break,niñita. I will break you.” He dragged me away from a sobbing Emilee. “How do you want her? Tied to the table?”
My heart felt like it jumped into my throat when I noticed the other man who’d entered the silo with the prez. I’d forgotten about him while the prez terrorized me.
Danestalked toward me, his thumbs hooked in his pant’s pocket, a smug expression. I was stunned silent. What was he doing with the Hunters?
“Hi, babe. Thought I told you to stay away from bikers?” Dane lifted my chin, taking in my appearance. “Fuck, you’re a mess. Been running your mouth off, haven’t you?
As it trembled, my lip betrayed me. My left eye was already swelling, hardly able to open it.
“I should’ve been firmer with you, so you’d obey better. I’m sorry about that.” He stuck his thumb in my mouth, making me open it like before.
I could still read his mind. “No...” I cried, twisting my body, trying to break free of the prez’s grasp. “Don’t do this.” Spit dribbled down my jaw as I gagged. “You’ll never survive it. Storm will kill you.” I slobbered, getting my words out.
