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“Gray!” Zoe slaps at my shoulder, managing to squirm free, her concerned gaze studying my face as she stands in front of me.
I don’t look at her, though. I can’t fucking move. My eyes are forced to see the thing I never wanted to see.
“What’s going o—”
Her words cut off as she looks over her shoulder, her eyes obviously locking on to the same thing I’m seeing.
A sob lurches from her parted lips, and she slaps her hand over her mouth, muffling the “no’s” that tumble from her.
She spins, barely making it to the sink behind us as she starts to heave, her stomach protesting and trying to empty.
Killing him won’t be enough.
Death is too fucking kind for my old best friend and club brother.
Snapping my hand out, I tug the picture from the fridge, taking one last glance at it.
My beautiful princess, wrists tied to the head of a bed, her face contorted in pain as what looks like a scream is falling from her lips, tears streaming from her eyes. Her tits are pressed to the mattress, biting fingers digging into the delicate flesh there with trails of blood coming from them. The fingers belonging to Gunner, who is buried deep inside her, his eyes wild as he fucks her from behind in a way that I know must have been excruciating.
Zoe’s heaving fades away as ringing fills my ears and red swarms my vision.
It’s like I float out of my body as my monster takes over, unleashing hell on anything that gets in its way.
I hear the crash of the dining table, watching it flip with force and smash into the wall. Picture frames get torn from the wall, a chair sails across the space, shattering into the wide screen TV. Havoc erupts.
“Gray!” voices yell, but I can’t make them out. All I see are obstacles in my fucking way, stopping me from getting to Gunner.
“Gray!”
Hands come from all directions, digging into my limbs before I’m dragged to the floor.
“NO!” I bellow, fighting against the restraints, but more come, so many more, and I can’t fucking fight them. “LET ME GO!”
A sharp slap stings my cheek, snapping my head to the side, and I blink to see the fury of my warrior princess seething at me.
“Snap the fuck out of it!” she screams, straddling me as my senses slam me back to reality.
I heave, my breaths almost hurting as strong arms wrap around me from behind, and I realize someone is under me where we lay on the floor. I can’t move my feet, and I notice my wrists are being restrained as well.
The red haze of my rage filters away, and my eyes dart everywhere, trying to take stock of what’s going on.
Sully has one of my wrists pinned to the floor, and Slasher has the other. Straining to the side, glancing past Zoe, I see Stretch forcing all of his weight down on one of my ankles, while Tex is at the other.
“Who the fuck is under me?” I snap.
“Fucking me.” Munroe’s voice meets my ears. “You crazy bastard.”
All the guys smirk then, but not Zoe. Her expression is hard as she stares at me.
“Zo.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t you see? This is what he wants. To push you over the edge. To distract us with this shit.” She holds up her hand, a screwed-up picture in her fist.
I must have dropped it.
My mind goes back to what happened, and then my eyes widen, traveling over Zoe’s body as I remember her being naked only minutes ago.
Thank fuck she’s wearing one of my tees big enough to be a dress on her.
