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“Fuckin’ spit it out,” I snarl, pissed that he’s going around in circles.
He glares at me. “Tell me, brother, who doesn’t let anyone in? What organizations are very tight-lipped and don’t trust outsiders?”
“Mafia, mobs, or motorcycle clubs,” I tell him, annoyed.
“There’s no mob or mafia that would go against the Gallagher’s, Gallo’s, and Bianchi’s. Those who tried have been killed off, which leaves…”
“The motorcycle club. Which one?” I grind out. Finally, fucking finally.
“The Dirty Demons.”
I pull out my cell and call Ace. It’s time to get my woman.
“Then let’s go,” I snap as I hit call on my prez’s number.
Kelvin smirks. “I knew having you in town would be fun. Try not to get yourself killed.”
I flip the fucker off, just as Ace answers. “Brother?”
“Dirty Demons,” I growl. “We’re headed to their clubhouse now.”
I hear movement and know he’s already on the move.
“We’re right behind you,” he assures me. “I’ll see you soon.”
I end the call and take a deep breath. I’m going to get her back. Fuck, there had better not be a fucking hair on her head out of place, otherwise I’m levelling the place.
I glance at Kelvin and see that he’s calm as fuck. It’s an outward appearance, just as mine is. Inside, we’re raring to go. This shit could get fucking messy, and I, for one, hope it does. It’s been a while since I’ve lost control, and there’s no doubt in my mind that when I do lose it, I’m not going to stop until every cunt who’s taken her is dead.
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHLOE
My body is heavy, every limb aches, and it hurts to blink. The days have long since mingled together, and I’m still trying to figure out what the hell has gone wrong and why the Kelly’s hate me so much. I never hurt them. I’ve never did anything for them to want me to be killed. I’ve lived my life away from them and yet I’m here, in this God forsaken room, slowly dying each day.
I hear the door opening, but I don’t have the energy to lift my head to see who it is. Every day the men come here and ejaculate all over me. I hate them. I fucking hate them with every fiber of my being. I know that if my da knew where I was, he’d kill every single one of them without hesitation.
The shuffling of feet draws my attention. That’s not normal. Usually, the men walk in with confidence and arrogance. These footsteps are small and meek.
“Who’s there?” I croak, my spine tingling with awareness. This isn’t normal. Throughout my time here, I’ve only ever seen the men.
A warm rag hits my face, and I flinch.
“I’m sorry,” a soft voice says. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I do want to clean you. Is that okay?”
The gentleness of her voice, along with the delicate way she cleans me, breaks me. I’ve tried my hardest not to let anyone see my soul slowly be destroyed by what they have done, but this one act of kindness is too much.
My body wracks with sobs. The noises that come from my throat are anything but natural. I can’t stop it. It’s like the floodgates have opened.
The woman continues to clean me. She washes my face, my body, and my hair. She’s silent throughout it all. But the way she’s taking care of me is something I’m grateful for. It shows me that this world isn’t full of monsters. That even in the darkest of days, there’s a light that can become our hope.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I don’t want to hurt you. The men have gone and won’t be back for hours. I thought…” She trails off, almost as if she’s said too much.
“Thank you,” I cry. “Thank you.”
“I’m really sorry,” she tells me again. I hate that I have her pity.
I open my eyes and see a beautiful woman standing in front of me, her green eyes dull and bruised. She’s been beaten. I suck in a sharp breath when I see that she’s naked and has a collar around her neck.
