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“Ouch! You’re hurting me!”
“Shut the fuck up, prissy bitch!”
Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open in shock. “What did you just call me?”
Vic cackled, like he’d found it all a big joke.
“That’s right. You’re a prissy bitch. ‘Nobody touches the Club Princess’. Well fuck that shit. If I want to grab one of those udders of yours, I will.”
She gasped at his audacity. “Fuck you!”
He slammed his closed fist against her head, making her stumble backwards while he still held on to her arm.
Now would be the perfect time for one of her brothers coming back to the compound. Or better yet Wolf.
“Nothing to say? You know what they do with mouthy little bitches like you at the Strong Riders clubhouse?”
Amara rubbed her cheekbone that already started to swell. Of course she’d heard of that club. Her father had secretly taken over the Strong Riders with his VP, Silas, hoping he could merge the two clubs. Luckily Zeus, Demon and Wolf and a few others had found out about her father’s betrayal and put a stop to it.
“How do you know what they do at the Strong Riders clubhouse?”
She was annoyed with herself for asking him that. The reason he knew was because he obviously had been there. She should have kept her mouth closed because now he knew she saw right through him.
“I can’t have you blab about this to anyone.”
She fluttered her lashes, hoping he would fall for it. “I won’t. You know I’ve always been more like my father. You know you can trust me.”
Vic laughed in her face. “Nice try, bitch.”
“What is goin’ on here?” Turtle shouted from behind her.
Turtle’s eyes turned murderous when Amara shouted, “Go inside and get help, Turtle! He’s working for the Strong Riders!”
“What? Vic…?”
Before she could stop Vic, he’d already pushed her to the ground and marched over to the oldest IVMC member.
Turtle watched his son come at him with his gun drawn.
“I’m sorry old man. I know you tried, but even you couldn’t love me.”
Turtle held his head high and his shoulder’s straight when Vic cocked his gun like a gangster.
“Run, Princess.”
The harsh, loud popping sound made her finally stand up and run. She heard another shot, but didn’t bother to watch Vic or his gunfire. She ran into the clubhouse, finding Gwenn and Cat sitting at the bar as she leaped inside.
“What’s that noise?” Gwenn said, shifting on her barstool.
“Gun! Vic!” were the two words Amara could shout as she’d never ran this fast in her life.
“Turtle… outside…”
“What?!” both sisters said.
Gwenn grabbed her concealed gun from her holster at her lower back while Cat jumped her barstool, ready to fight anyone as the MMA fighter she is.
“Vic’s outside. At the picnic tables. He shot his own father!”
