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“Now, we have our fun.” The second chortles.

Terror churns my stomach, and I do my best to scoot back, not knowing where I’m going, but suddenly I’m grabbed by the ankle.

No!The word screams in my head.

Pain erupts in my stomach and then my head as I’m kicked. I don’t know how long they beat on me, but when they finish, they move on to far worse things. All while laughing and joking as they torture and torment my body.

I try to think of something else, anything else, but nothing comes to mind. They all but destroy me. Thanks to the tape over my mouth, I can’t cry out in pain or beg them to stop . . . to leave me alone.

With everything they do to me, it’s enough to not only destroy me but make me wish for death.

I don’t know how much time passes, but it feels like an eternity before they finally leave me alone.

“This should teach them.” One of the men laughs. “And to finish it off . . .” He trails off, and something warm and wet hits my lower body. I cringe knowing exactly what he’s doing. The scent of urine is foul, and if I had the strength, I’d roll away from the horrible warmth of it hitting me. The others laugh, and when he’s done, I hear them walk away and a door slam. Next, a car is started, and I know I’m left alone.

Finally. Peace.

My body throbs in pain. There’s no way I could move even if I wanted to. Right now, the only thing I can do is wait for death. That, or for Delaney to realize I haven’t checked in with her and go for help.

CHAPTER7

SAVAGE

The moment I walked into the clubhouse, I could tell Hammer and Malice were pissed with me. They’re both staring at me with that fury swirling in their eyes. Next to them is Gunner.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Hammer demands, his voice vibrating with his anger.

“He wasn’t thinking,” Gunner answers for me, eyes assessing me. “He’s got his head full of shit he needs to sort out, and he went to get shit-faced to keep from doing that. That or keep ‘em from thinking with his dick.”

“Exactly what Gunner said,” I mutter, agreeing with him. “Though not with my dick part.”

“Well, get your ass in church, we’ve got shit to discuss and it ain’t waiting until later after you’ve gotten cleaned up. We’re doing this shit now,” Hammer states sternly with a jerk of his chin.

I nod in that direction. By the time Rebel got everything situated at the police station, I was able to get my shit back, and it was nearly five in the morning.

Fuck.

No wonder they’re pissed. I’m willing to bet they’ve all been up all night. Yesterday, when I left Gunner’s, he’d told me he and Zinnia were staying at the clubhouse the night while Delilah went to a party. Funny how we had a party for her, and then she went to a friend’s party the next day. I swear the kid at her age has a more social calendar than some people I know.

I take my seat and lean forward to brace my elbows on the table while waiting for what’s to come.

“Did Rebel tell you who you assaulted?” Hammer finally asks once the door is closed and everyone is seated.

“Yeah, she told me.” I meet his eyes and then glance around the table. “I didn’t know who the hell he was. I’m sure I shouldn’t have beaten him and his buddies the way I did. I’d been minding my own business, but when I heard them talkin’ shit about Honor—”

“Wait,” Gunner snaps, getting my attention. “These fuckers were talking about my sister?”

“Can’t be a hundred percent sure, but one of them said the name and how he was going to get in Honor’s pants this coming weekend. I lost it,” I finish by telling them the rest of what was said.

The tension vibrates in the room at this tidbit of information.

Gunner looks ready to commit murder, as do a few others. There’s one thing for sure, my brothers don’t fuck around when it comes to those who are family to the club.

Hammer opens his mouth to say something when Zinnia barges through the door.

“What the fuck, Zinnia?” Gunner demands, getting to his feet.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, breathing heavily. “But your phone has been going off nonstop pretty much. Glacier keeps calling you. With the number of times he’s called, I know something’s wrong,” she blathers.

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