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ChapterThirty-Two
AGONY
“Here arethe women and children. This was more to make a point and less about harming anyone.”
The women rush away from Christopher as if the invisible rope that held them back has been cut. However, not one man embraces his wife or children. We’re still on high alert. We are not free yet, we are not out of the woods, and Reese is nowhere to be seen.
He allows them to move away from him without seeing the women in the truck, only because we are still right here and beholden to his bullshit.
“Where is Reese?” I ask.
Christopher’s gaze flicks to me, and he grins slowly. “You’re the one, then?”
“The one?” I ask.
He dips his chin in a swift single nod before he speaks. “The one who attempted to claim her for yourself.”
Attempted.
This fucker is dead.
I don’t even open my mouth to say anything else. I stare at him, waiting for whatever the fuck he’s going to say next. Because I can tell he has some fly shit to say, and it’s just going to dig his hole deeper. I don’t care how fucking powerful and rich he is. There is no way he’s walking out of this warehouse tonight.
“She was not yours to have. In fact, she should have never been allowed to go free, to begin with,” he says, his gaze cutting to Douglas, who shifts his attention to his feet. Fucking assholes, all of them. And Douglas has the goddamn nerve to look scared of this Christopher guy.
What the fuck?
“Might not be mine to have, but she’s just that, and so is the baby inside of her. She ain’t some sidepiece. She’s mine.”
Christopher grins. “You’re out of your league here, biker. Take your women and get fucking gone. Leave the rest to the big boys.”
I growl and take a step forward, but a hand wraps around my shoulder and tugs me backward slightly. I could shake off that hand and get whatever the fuck I want done, but decide against it. I’m trying to stay calm as this plays out, but every second this asshole speaks, my calmness vanishes a little bit more.
“I paid for her years ago. She is not yours or anyone else’s to have,” he says, and it’s as if he’s done. That is that. His attention shifts from me to Diaz, and he takes half a step forward before he speaks. “You have the women for me?”
Diaz moves through the men and walks to the back of the truck. He doesn’t open it up, though. One of his men jumps onto the tailgate and begins to unroll the back door. I have to look away, my stomach rolling at the sight.
Thunder is in there, another one of our women on the verge of being taken, stolen, whatever the fuck you want to call it. In the end, we didn’t even need to fucking send her there. We figured it all out without her; at least Charley did. I’m disgusted with the whole thing.
“Put the ramp up,” Christopher barks.
I’m not sure who he’s barking at until Douglas starts to run toward the side of the building and carries a ramp over to the truck. I thought Douglas was this smart, powerful bastard, but it turns out all he did was get his information from Logan and follow directions from Christopher.
The guy is a nobody.
He’s nothing.
The women begin to walk, in chains, down the ramp and toward the center of the empty warehouse. I watch them, finding Thunder, who looks scared but not hurt in any way. Once all the women are gathered together, still chained, in the middle of the room, Christopher takes them in.
His men surround us on the outside of the circle we’ve made. Diaz and his men stand off to one side, Logan, then all of us stand together. If we all turned our backs to one another, we could probably take all these fuckers out in seconds.
I’m ready to do just that, but patience. At least that’s what I tell myself over and over… patience. My fingers are twitchy, though, and I move them around at my side as I wait for the perfect opportunity to end this shit once and for all. Because if Christopher thinks he’s somehow going to keep Reese, I’ve got fucking news for him.
My woman.
My baby.
