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“Yeah, you Justine?” he asks gruffly.
I raise a brow, “Yes, now can I help you?”
“Yeah, bitch you can.” He hits me before I can even see it coming and the girls look over the railing to see it happen.
“What the hell?” Melissa screams as the guy starts to tug me from the house, my nose bleeding.
“Bag her and toss her in the back!” this guy barks at another guy. I can’t see straight with the pain in my face.
“I still can’t believe you hit her like that,” he grumbles as I’m taken from the man who hit me.
“Bitch probably would have gotten mouthy, you’ve been watching her and him together, you know what she’s like. Thought I’d shut her up before it got too much.” He shrugs.
“Sorry about this, sunshine.” It’s then I’m hooded and tossed gently into the back of a van. I hear Melissa and Anara’s screams getting closer. Oh god, please don’t hurt them. And thankfully, they don’t. As soon as I hear them make it to the back of the van we take off, leaving them behind.
**
SITTING TIED TO A CHAIR, I wait, it’s all I can do. My body aches in ways I didn’t think was possible. I was cuffed in the back of the van and basically not strapped down, so I flew at every bump we hit. Now here I am, sitting in some room with a bag over my head and my arms cuffed behind a chair.
I hear footsteps and someone drawing close, lifting the bag off my head. “Sorry to have to get you here like this but we got issues with your Old Man.”
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Hangman and I broke up.”
His jaw clenches. “Heard that but doesn’t change the fact that you still belong to him.” Shit, I should have known at some point I’d have trouble on my step because of who Carson is.
“Can I just ask why I’m here, maybe a name or two?” I try not to be sassy, just honestly asking. So, I hope my voice resonates that.
“Name’s Hunter, I’m the president of the Jack’s Devils MC.” He’s a good-looking guy, built much like Carson, but closer to thirty I would think in age. Light-brown hair trimmed close to the scalp; deep-brown eyes that seem to be haunted. “Sorry I hit you, by the way. Usually don’t touch a woman like that.”
Another man comes into the room after he apologizes, and I recognize him. He’s a member of Carson’s MC. I just never got his name. One of the older guys. Shit, Carson was right when he said there might be a rat in the club. My eyes widen at the sight of him, and he sighs. “Gonna have to kill her now, she saw my face.”
“You’re done with that club anyway. And you know my rules—unlike Hangman, the fuck—I don’t kill women.” That shocks me to my core. Carson kills women?
“That a surprise to you? Shouldn’t be, should know what you’re getting with. Fucker killed both his daughters’ moms. Killed that bitch Shannan over you, too.”
“Why?” I ask the man from Carson’s club.
He shrugs, “Hangman was starting to become a pussy, and I want no part in that shit. Things were good before you came into the picture. Well, since Melissa came in the picture really. You were just the catalyst to it all,” he tells me. “Now the fucker changed the rules, no more bitches naked in the clubhouse, must wear condoms, wants fucking family day once a month, shit like that.”
My heart blooms a little at those changes. I love that he thought to make them. Oh god, if these guys do kill me, what will happen to my dad, to Tomas, hell even Carson? I never got to tell him I loved him.
Hunter speaks again, “While this is great and all, you airing your grievances against Hangman. We have bigger fucking issues to deal with. Like the fact that fucker blew up my damn clubhouse. You are here, Justine, because I want a trade. Him for you.”
I shake my head. “He would never do that. Not for me.” I think about his children and grandchildren. That, I could see. Butme, no.
“Oh, but he would. In the meantime, we’ll take you to a room so you can get cleaned up and we can see to your nose. I didn’t hit you hard enough to break it, but you did bleed a lot. Then we’re gonna have a reunion with someone that’s just itching to see you.”
Who the hell would want to see me in this club?
