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Bumps in the road made her airborne before she slammed her head against the mesh grilles at the top of the steel floor. She couldn’t see in the dark, but since her feet touched nothing with her legs stretched out, this must be a large van.
She heard a bike roaring on the other side of the van’s doors and figured that at least one guy followed them while the rest of these losers probably sat in the cabin up front.
Or not. Maybe it was just one guy driving the van. She hoped it was the one with the broken nose, so she knew where to target him if she only had one shot.
She wondered where her leather jacket and phone were. Maybe they’d thrown them out along the way. She was happy to still have on her black T-shirt, leather pants, and boots. Cat wondered how long she’d been unconscious.
Straining her ears, she tried to decipher the muffled voices in the cabin behind the bulkhead. It didn’t really matter what they were laughing about. She was in some deep shit, since they obviously still outnumbered her.
Devlin probably was at Zeus’ right now, bickering about a game plan. Cat swallowed back her emotions, thinking about Devlin, who probably was about to rip everyone around him a new one.
She didn’t even dare to think about Nora, or her other brothers, Kieran and Finn. Devlin may go out of his mind with worry, but she knew in her heart that he could handle this. Devlin had been a part of IVMC for over two decades and wasn’t new to this dark side to club life.
But her other siblings? She tried to calm down her heart rate by taking a few deep breaths as she willed her mind to go back to the very first time she’d stepped into the ring. She almost shit herself with angst while every nerve ending prickled with excitement. That conundrum was hard to explain, as most people didn’t feel that animalistic need to assert themselves in the ring.
Her cousin Ryleigh had won her first fight that same night and cheered her on while Devlin held an icepack against her bloody lip. If it weren’t for Ryleigh and Devlin coaching her, she would have gone in headfirst and knocked out by her opponent.
Cat wriggled her wrists against the rope with renewed determination. She needed to keep her wits about her and make good use of the adrenaline racing through her veins as if she’d stepped into the ring. She had no idea where these guys were taking her and with how many they would ‘welcome’ her. A shiver ran down her spine while speculating about the horrific possibilities.
She tried to brace herself when the van suddenly braked, but slammed her upper back against the bulkhead, anyway. She held her breath, straining her ears for any sounds other than the assholes in the cabin laughing after they heard her hurt herself.
Someone shut the engine from the motorcycle that had followed them. She bit back the pain from the rope burn as she gave it her all in wriggling her wrists free. Even though she had a little bit more leeway, it wasn’t enough to break free.
One of the van’s doors opened with an eerie squeak.
“Come here,” Mud said.
Cat’s muffled screams of terror didn’t help her case as she watched Mud’s satisfied smirk in response. Of course, she recognized the former IVMC member in his Strong Riders’ cut.
She kicked at his hands as he tried to grab her ankle and yank her out of the back of the van. Her fight-or-flight response kicked in since she knew what Mud was capable of.
Cat had been happy to hear that Demon had knocked Mud out cold with just one blow in the clubhouse bar the night Zeus took over the club. Zeus instantly banned Mud and his buddy Mammoth because they were slime and no longer had Annas backing them up.
“Now don’t make me come get you, bitch.”
The thought of Mud stepping inside with his six-foot frame—trapping her with no room to escape—made her scoot closer to the door even though every fiber in her soul screamed to get as far away from him as possible.
Mud snatched her ankles and hauled her out of the van. He dropped her on the dirt in front of his scuffed biker boots. She bit the rag between her lips in agony, taking in the rural dark road behind Mud’s parked bike.
The moonlight flooding the live oak trees cast unnerving shadows from their massive drooping branches. She startled from a spine-tingling hoot of an owl coming out of the dark.
She didn’t need to be a mind reader to get a gist of their plans with her at this deserted spot. Mud’s filthy fingers swiping her long hair from her cheekbone made the ouzo crawl back up her throat.
He lifted her chin with his knuckle, making sure she held his eyes. “This is exactly how I’ve been wanting to see you since your brother dragged your tiny ass to that first family cookout: on your knees and with tears in your eyes.”
She had been thirteen that day. The sick fuck had already been over fifty-years old at the time. She wanted to cuss him out, but all words got stuck behind the rag in her mouth, much to Mud’s amusement.
“Didn’t I tell you guys this Kitty Cat would be feisty?” Mud said with a chuckle.
Cat recognized the guy with the broken nose by his red laces in his boots as he walked up to Mud.
Broken Nose Guy already hadn’t been standing at the front of the line when the good looks were passed around, and she couldn’t suppress a smirk around the gag as she peered at his swollen red nose that would give him a daily reminder of her head butt.
"I've checked the cabin, it's clear," Broken Nose Guy said with underlying excitement as his beady eyes looked her up and down. He probably couldn't wait to have her locked up and at his mercy.
“Okay. Now check the woods behind the cabin and stay there. I’ll text you when it’s your turn,” Mud said.
Broken Nose Guy nodded before he gave her one last glance while licking his thin lips with his pointy tongue. Cat took a shaky breath. Her worst nightmare was about to come true when Mud yanked her up on her feet by her arm.
