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“She’s. Fucking. Mine,” Alan grunts out with each thrust, his hips slapping against me. “Mine.”
“Not for long, she isn’t,” Priest bites back. His words are a promise to all three of us. I wish he could keep that promise, but he won’t be alive long enough to do anything to help me or himself.
Alan either doesn’t hear him, or is just flat-out ignoring him. He keeps going, fucking my body until my knees give out.
A tear glides down my cheek as my eyes fall closed. My body had given up long ago, but my spirit… it’s slipping away.
I want to keep fighting. I want to make this stop, but I’m powerless. Humiliated. Worthless. All this time, and I’m nothing but a gash to fuck. A hole to fill.
I was delusional to think I could change my fate. That I could save this man so desperately trying to keep my focus on him instead of what’s happening to me. But there’s nothing left to hope for. I’m just… empty.
PRIEST
My gut twistswith rage and grief as I watch Boo slide to the floor when Alan releases her, feeling so much disgust as he tucks his dick back into his pants and zips them up. He reaches for the belt around her neck and pulls it free. Boo doesn’t move or make a sound.
Her eyes are open and glazed, staring up at the ceiling, but not really seeing anything at all.
Alan threads his belt through the loops of his jeans, watching me with a grin on his ugly ass face.
“I’m going to kill you,” I tell him. My words are not filled with rage or hatred; they’re simply a vow. I will kill him. Even if I’m going to die here in this cell, I will find a way to end this fucker’s life. At least that will spare Boo from any more of his sexual deviancy.
Alan pauses as he buckles his belt, his head tipped to the side. “That so? And how are you gonna do that from behind those bars, Preacher? You gonna ask God to smite me?”
Being a former priest turned member of an MC, the jokes about God are something I get on the regular. Usually, they don’t bother me a bit, but just hearing Alan say His name makes my skin crawl.
“I won’t be behind these bars forever, asshole. And when I’m out, you’re the first person I’m looking for. Your death will be slow, and you will be begging me to finish the job.”
Alan’s jaw ticks as I make my promise, his cold eyes hard and angry. His silence stretches on for far too long, and then he finally steps up to the bars, just far enough away that I can’t reach him if I tried. “We’re making our move on your club tomorrow. They don’t have a fucking clue we’re coming. You wanna hear our plan, Preacher?”
I don’t move a muscle as I stare him down, helpless, but not willing to let him see my fear.
“We know where their clubhouse is now. We’ve been casing it for days. Your prospects don’t do a very good job monitoring those gates.”
Fucking idiot. He has no clue how much surveillance our club has surrounding our compound. My buddy Hashtag has that place under lock and key. Nobody’s getting in without the club knowing well ahead of time.
“We’re gonna draw them out, though. Make a statement.”
Boo still hasn’t moved from her place on the floor; she hasn’t made a sound. Hasn’t shed a tear. Not a flicker of life left in those gorgeous blue eyes.
“You’re gonna help us do that, Preacher. You won’t be alive for it, but when we drop your dead body at the front gate of that compound, the whole fucking club will gather to bring you in, and that’s when we strike. We’re gonna cut those fuckers down, right there at the gates. We’ll shoot everything that fucking moves, and then, once we get inside, we’ll find Big Dick’s kid and his ol’ lady, and bring them home. The plan is no survivors. Everyone dies. Women, children… even fucking dogs. Anything with a beating heart is going to meet their maker tomorrow night. So, I ask you, Preacher, how do you plan on killing me when you’re already dead?”
I don’t tell him the flaws in their stupid plan. I don’t tell him that Hashtag likely already knows they’re watching. I don’t tell him that they’ll never get a chance to surround the club. And I don’t tell him that the Black Hoods would never fall for a childish ambush like that.
Instead, I tip my head to the side, shoving the rage in my veins as deep as it will go and smile. “You’re a rapist and a fucking moron. I’ll see you in hell, asshole, even if I have to escort you there myself.”
The knowing grin on Alan’s face falls as he stands taller and glares at me. I don’t look away.
Rage brews in his eyes like a fire, and just when I think he’s going to lunge for me, he turns and grabs Boo by the hair, dragging her to her feet.
Her naked body is limp, her feet barely moving as he forces her to stand. He doesn’t approach the bars this time, but he wraps an arm around her waist, holding her to him and yanking her head back so her eyes are on me. The absence of awareness in them terrifies me more than anything.
“Boo, I will get you out of here,” I tell her, my voice firm and loud. “I will save you from this sick fuck, but you need to stay with me.”
Boo doesn’t even seem to hear me, but Alan does.
“Fuck you,” he roars, his face twisted with more hate and rage than I ever thought one human being could hold. “You want her so much? She’ll die too. You just signed her fucking death warrant, motherfucker.”
With one arm still around her waist, Alan steps away and drags Boo down the hall.
