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Rhage tilts his head to the side. “You’re sure you wouldn’t feel safer at home?”
Shaking my head, I say, “No. I need to get away from... everything.”
Rhage studies me for a moment, then nods. “Yeah, I get that. Well, if you need anything, you’ve got my number. Don’t hesitate. We take care of our own.” He gives me one last searching look, then walks over to his men.
“I guess Rhage is the new president.” Elora looks at me and asks, “Does he inherit everything that belonged to Tank?”
In a quiet voice, I say, “If you mean me, no. The deal that was struck was with Tank and him alone. I’ll be damned if I set foot in their clubhouse ever again.”
“Where will you go?”
“Anywhere I damn well want to.”
***
The clubhouse air is thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat, a stark contrast to the crisp pages of books that were at the signing just hours ago. The walls are lined with the insignias of the Defiant Men, banners that now seem to mock me with promises of brotherhood and protection.
I’m sitting on what used to be Tank and my bed. Fucking Viper picked me up as I was leaving the author signing and unlike Rhage, he insisted on bringing me back here. The door is locked but it’s only a matter of time before someone, or more than one, try to get into this room. I’ve packed a bag, ready to flee. As soon as the noise from downstairs quietens down, I’m going to make my escape.
A knock sounds on the door. “Cherry,” Viper’s voice slides over my skin like oil, slick and unwelcome. “You, okay?”
“Fine,” I shout to the closed door.
The door handle rattles. “Let me in.”
“Now’s not a good time.”
A key sounds in the lock and the door opens.
He holds up a set of keys. “Tank gave it to me.”
“I need to be alone.”
He closes the door then walks slowly around the bed. “It’s not good to be alone when you’ve lost someone.”
Backing away from him, I hold out my hands. “Tank wouldn’t like you in here.”
He smiles. “Tank’s dead.”
Viper lunges at me and I sidestep him, but I’m not quick enough, his hand grabs at my hair, pulling me to a stop.
“I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.” He takes a deep breath as he buries his face in my hair. “Tank used to talk about how tight your pussy is.”
Twisting around, I slap him hard. “His body isn’t cold yet! Back off, Viper.” My voice doesn’t tremble. It can’t. I won’t give him that satisfaction.
Viper’s face twists in anger and he raises his hand to hit me, I twist to get away, but he grabs the back of my shirt and practically rips in two. He spins me around and slaps me hard across the face. My vision blurs for a moment but I can’t lose consciousness, all will be lost if I do.
“Tank’s gone. You’re mine now.” His words are a declaration, his tone possessive.
“I’m not anyone’s property.” Fear coils in my gut, but it’s laced with anger. “I belong to myself.”
“Let’s not play games.”
Pulse racing. Fight or flight. Can’t show weakness. I shove against his chest, but he’s a wall of muscle, unyielding. “Get away from me!”
“I know he never took your ass, so I’m going to claim that, then I’m claiming you,” he snarls.
Viper pushes me onto the bed and the door flies open. Rhage is there, staring daggers at him.
