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Was that the club Big Dick had been raging on about since they came back from Sturgis? The one who had his kid and beat his ass six ways from Sunday? That’s something I would have loved to see in person. At least someone is standing up to them. And if this man is a member, could he possibly be my one shot out of here?
PRIEST
Cold water splashes over me,tearing me out of the darkness and plunging me back into the land of the living.
“Rise and shine, asshole,” a voice cackles from somewhere nearby.
I glance around the room, my head swimming with pain and confusion.Where am I? What happened?
A tall figure steps into my field of vision, and my heart sinks like a stone. Big Dick.The van. I crashed. I died.
But I didn’t die. I’m here, so I definitely didn’t die. But where is here? And why the fuck are my arms chained to the ceiling?
Rage envelops me as I struggle against my bonds, but they’ve made escape impossible. My wrists are bound together with rope and chains, and tethered to a beam in the ceiling. My ankles are restrained in the same way, but bolted to the floor.
I roar in frustration, my scream so loud, I fear my throat will disintegrate in its wake.
Laughter surrounds me. So many men. There are at least ten of them standing in the shadows of the room, but not deep enough that I can’t commit their faces to memory. The white lettering of their Screwballs MC patch nearly glows in the dark, and my gut twists as I realize just how truly fucked I am.
These assholes aren’t playing around. They don’t care that their actions will start a war with the Black Hoods. They’re not intending to let me go.
“Untie me,” I snarl, wishing I could blow Big Dick’s head off with my glare alone.
Big Dick’s lips part in an evil grin. “You were right, Nutsy,” he calls out to one of the other men in the room. “Fucker does look like Jesus.” He turns his attention back to me and takes a step closer. “That why they call you Priest, asshole?”
“Untie me,” I repeat through gritted teeth, using the leverage of my bindings to lean toward him. Big Dick is a big motherfucker, but at six foot eight, I’m bigger. He and I both know I could snap him like a fucking twig if given the chance. “Untie me and find out, fuckface.”
Chuckling, Big Dick says, “That’s not gonna happen.” His words are slightly mispronounced, thanks to the fat, bruised lip he’d received from TK back in Sturgis. “We need to have a chat,” he continues. “You fucked up big time when you intervened in my family business. So now, you’re gonna make it up to me by giving me some information, and helping me get my son from his bitch mother.”
Anger brews inside of me like an inferno. Big Dick had raped my friend Cora. And the “son” he’s talking about is little Harrison, the result of that rape. He’s too young to understand where he came from, but Cora’s been raising that boy with love and patience. Something he would never get from the monster in front of me.
“I’m not telling you shit.”
His fist slams into my nose before I even process his movement, knocking my head back, and causing my entire body to swing from my binds. It’s broken; I heard the pop. And if that weren’t enough, I can feel the blood pouring down my face and the back of my throat.
“Wrong answer, preacher boy.”
My eyes are watering so badly, I can barely make out his blurred shape as he walks in circles around me.
“You have no idea who you’re fucking with, do ya, asshole? You might think you and your club are tough shit, but we’re the real fucking deal. The one-percenters. The ones who will kill you where you stand, and leave your bodies in a pile for the police to find later. We don’t care about laws and public image. We run our own little corner of the world, and now, you’re in it. I’m the fucking law around here.”
His hand darts out and grabs something on my cut. I look down, rage brewing through my pain as he flicks a knife through the threads holding the one-percenter patch to my chest.
“You stupid fucks don’t deserve this patch.”
Lifting my gaze from the loose threads surrounding the now empty space on my cut, I look down at Big Dick. “You just signed your death notice.”
Big Dick pauses, one brow raised as he smirks. “That so? You gonna kill me from your chains, preacher boy?”
I hold his glare, my rage ratcheting up and turning into something I’ve never felt before. A need for destruction. A need to see this man’s life bleed into the earth while his soul is sucked into the fiery pits of Hell, where he’ll spend his eternity. And I’ll be right behind him, ready to make him suffer more than Satan ever could.
Something passes over his face as I stare at him, like a flicker of fear, but he squashes it before it has a chance to settle into place. His fist rockets into my gut, stealing the air from my lungs before I can blink.
My lungs heave, struggling to pull in oxygen. But instead, they seem frozen in my chest from the impact of his blow.
“I know Cora left town with that long-haired fucker, and she took my boy with her. Where did they go?”
I can’t breathe. My lungs are useless, unable to function as I hang in place from my chains.
