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“Our new VP isn’t too happy with you, Johnny,” Rusty says conversationally. “You made his girl bleed without his permission. So now she gets to make you shed some blood.”
The words don’t sink in until everyone turns to look at me.
“What’s your weapon of choice, Zoe?” Rusty asks. When I don’t answer quickly enough, he decides for me. “Since women belong in the kitchen or on a cock, we’ll give you a fork.”
I frown in confusion, not sure I heard him right until Irina hands me a fork. “There you go,” she says, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”
“Is this necessary?” dad asks, but one look from Rusty silences him, making him cringe away from the Prez.
I look down at the cutlery in my hand. It’s not the weapon I would have chosen if I’d thought quicker, but it’s a weapon all the same. Maybe I can use it to escape. That thought is squashed as I glance at Rusty, who shakes his head and tuts at me.
When the Reapers grow impatient and shout for me to get to it, I step over to Johnny on unsteady legs. My hand shakes so much I can barely keep the fork in my grasp, and as I look down at the already beaten Reaper, I know I can’t do it.
I let the fork fall from my hand and onto the floor. “I won’t do it,” I say. My voice cracks, giving out just like my bravado. “You can’t make me.”
The Reapers shout their disappointment, calling me weak and pathetic, and they might be right. But that’s not going to change my mind.
As Rusty raises his hand into the air, they all fall silent again. “So be it,” he says. “It was a present from our VP, but not one you had to accept.”
He waves me back to my seat, and I quickly sit down next to him again.
“Now, since you won’t dole out Johnny’s punishment, you get to decide what it should be.”
Fuck!
As much as I don’t want to do that, something tells me I can’t refuse a second time, so I ask, “What are my options?”
“The Kings taught her well,” Irina says, earning a glare from Rusty.
“Don’t mention those bastards in this house,” he roars, acting much like he did when I brought up Gray. “Your options are death by stoning, death by stabbing, or removing his hands.”
Double fuck!
Those options are barbaric. There’s seriously none of them that seems less severe. Death is one thing, but I’m pretty sure it won’t just be one blunt force blow, or one stab. No, they’re so sick they’ll undoubtedly dragit out, maybe even make a sport out of it. And taking his hands… that means he can’t ride again, effectively kicking him out of the MC, and then they’ll probably kill him, anyway.
What the fuck do I do?
“I’ll need time to think about it,” I say, trying my best to sound nonchalant. “It’s an important decision, and I want to make the right choice.”
With a sardonic bow of his head, Rusty agrees to give me until the VP’s back so he can help me decide. Even though I know I’m only postponing the inevitable, I’m relieved.
“I’ll take you back to your new room,” Rusty grins. “You might as well get familiar with your new digs.”
He pulls me to my feet and practically pushes me all the way into the room he took me to when I got dressed.
“Sweet dreams, Princess.” He sneers at the last part before pushing me into the room. Then he slams the door shut behind me, locking it.
Exhausted and on the brink of losing what little is left of my sanity, I throw myself down on the queen-sized bed. At least it smells clean and somewhat fresh. It might be the first thing I come across here that doesn’t make my stomach churn just at the smell.
As I close my eyes, Rusty’s words about Gray come back, haunting and taunting me. I know he’s wrong, there’s no way any of the Reapers are man enough to kill my Gray.
Grayson Black will come for me, and when he does, he’ll kill them all.
Gray’s tongue sliding between my folds is what wakes me up. His stubble burns against my throbbing sex, a delicious contrast to the licks, nips, and sucks at my cunt. Two fingers are already inside me, stretching me as he pumps leisurely.
“Yes,” I moan.
I knew Rusty was lying and that Gray would come to my rescue.
