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“Right under there.”
I jumped. It was already too late to run. I didn’t have to look to know that she was pointing right at my hiding space. In fact, I wouldn’t bother because I knew there would be hell to pay for hiding.
Bitch, I thought to myself as I scrambled out and held the menus up in my hand like I’d dropped them.
“Oh, Grifter,” I panted. “Hi.”
His dark eyes narrowed on me. “Were you hiding from me,
princess?”
I trembled, ice coursing through my veins at the cold tone he used to whisper the question. Only a certain caliber of people knew how dangerous it was when Grifter whispered. He didn’t yell and scream like the other men. He didn’t have to. He was menacing enough.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins. My eyes darted left and right looking for a way to slip out of his presence. Of course, no one would suddenly call my name, or need me for something important. I wasn’t important enough for that to happen.
I put a hand over my heart trying to calm it. “Me? No, I didn’t even hear you pull up,” I lied.
His eyebrows rose, and he pointed to the back. “Outside.”
I gulped, but I knew there was no sense in fighting. If Grifter wanted to rough me up, he would, and no one would do a damn thing about it. Not in this town.
I turned on my heel and strutted out back like I had the situation under control. My feet wanted to take flight, and my insides were roiling.
Spoiler alert, I didn’t.
“Where’s the money?” Grifter asked me as soon as we cleared the doors. All his prison tattoos and an old bullet wound shined in the sunlight, reminding me again of the kind of violence he was capable of.
Shooting him a watery smile, I inhaled deeply. “I’ll have it on Friday. That’s when I get paid next.” It was best to tell him the truth ahead of time. It would save me a lot of pain in the long run. He didn’t put up with bullshit.
“Why don’t you have it now?” Grifter leaned casually against the brick wall of the building.
But he wasn’t fooling me. He was playing with me. They knew I didn’t have it. They just liked fucking with me.
I attempted to keep my voice light. “Someone broke into my apartment and took it.” I gulped, praying that he believed me. It was the truth, but sometimes these men didn’t give a damn about that.
“So, you mean to tell me someone broke into your apartment, stole our money, and you didn’t report it to the police?” He scoffed. “Yeah, right. What did you spend it on? Alcohol? Drugs?”
Shocked by the accusation, I stumbled back, hitting the silver gate behind me that protected the dumpsters from animals. “I-i-i d-don’t touch either anymore. Yo-you know that.”
After my fall from MC royalty to club cum dumpster, I tried to hide from the new horrors of my life by indulging in anything I could get my hands on to numb the pain. But it didn’t make the rape or abuse by the club members any easier. If anything, they treated me worse. Perhaps it was easier for them to forget the little girl they had known and protected when I was unkempt and strung out.
Shaking his head, Grifter drew a flash of metal from his pocket. I flinched, expecting a knife. He smirked as he lit his cigarette with his Zippo. There was a pause and then he held the cigarette out to me offering me a puff. My nerves were so shot, I leaned forward to do just that. But before my lips touched the end, Grifter stubbed it out onto my cheek.
I yelped but held the rest of the scream back, even as my hand instinctively smacked my own face. Thank goodness I hadn’t had a meal, because the fear and pain and anxiety roiled my stomach. Unable to help myself, I retched. Only water came up, but it got on Grifter’s boots. I didn’t have to look up to know he was pissed.
“Dirty fucking bitch!” He pushed me back against the fence. It rattled from the weight of my body.
Grifter reached below the belt and started taking off his pants.
I brought this on myself. The sound of them dropping as I closed my eyes was familiar. I had been in this same position too often over the last six years. Even though he’d just said I was a dirty bitch, that didn’t keep him from getting hard in front of me. Who was really the disgusting one?
He pulled up my skirt and apron, tucking the material into the waistband, then ripped my panties. Palming my breast in one hand, he used the other to lift my thigh onto his hip and tilt my weight up.
“He won’t be happy,” Grifter growled in warning before thrusting into me dry.
I said nothing, just bit my lip and stared at the brick wall in front of me. This wasn’t anything new. The MC took whatever they wanted from me, and Grifter was no exception.
A small, pained sound slipped past my throat as he squeezed my breast roughly, and Grifter rumbled in pleasure. Lucky for me, he wasn’t someone who had a ton of stamina. After a few pumps and some whispers in my ear about what a filthy whore I’d become, he was done.
