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Hurt Me
EVIE MITCHELL
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Theme triggers
This book is a prequel to the Nameless Souls MC series. It begins at the end of modern timelines and features references to a virus that will cause the world to descend into an apocalyptic state.
Medical triggers
This story contains references to terminal cancer, death of a close friend and relative, and associated grief. All death takes place off-scene. The story includes references to a virus resulting in lockdowns, quarantines, illness, and death.
Relationship triggers
It also features references to a failed and difficult familial relationship.
Sexual triggers
The story features graphic sex scenes, including consensual choking, spanking, oral sex, public sex, and praise kink. The main characters engage in spontaneous sex and do not use a condom. However, the female main character is on birth control.
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Chapter One
JULES
"Those who are pregnant, living with underlying health conditions, female or under the age of thirteen are disproportionately impacted by the virus." The newscaster paused, audibly swallowing. "Early figures reveal a survival rate for those in the at-risk categories of less than two percent. To recap tonight's earlier press conference, the Prime Minister has declared a state of emergency. The state borders will be shut and all Australians are to go into lockdown from 11pm tonight. Women are to be—"
The television in the corner of the bar switched off, silence falling like a grim fog over the already morose crowd.
The mourners had piled into the bar, three and four deep, each determined to see off a woman who'd been taken from us far too soon. The threat of a pandemic—a virus that killed indiscriminately—loomed large and unknown, a feeling of melancholy panic beginning to ripple through the worn biker bar.
A cluster of women sat at the table to my left, their heads bent as they whispered frantically, their pitch rising with the tide of their anxiety.
I didn't blame them for their concern. We'd already witnessed the inevitability of death earlier that day as we'd said goodbye to a young person we’d held dear. The impending virus simply drove home the fragility of life.
I glanced around my own table, taking in the expressions of my friends as they absorbed the news. Dressed for a church funeral, we were a far cry from the roughened men and women around us.
"It hasn't made it down this far," I said, forcing optimism into my voice. "The closest reported case is Campbelltown, and that's hours away."
Audrey's leg began to jiggle up and down, her dark gaze unfocused. A certified genius, she was a master of probability, her mind always three hundred steps ahead of the rest of us.
"Audrey?" I lay a hand on her knee. "Babe?"
I could feel the tension rolling off her as she processed our emerging situation.
"Shh," she said distractedly, shoving a delicate hand in my face. "I'm thinking."
Used to her single-minded focus, I sat back, giving her space. Abruptly she leaned forward, her straight black hair falling free of its tie as she dug through the bag at her feet.
"Where's my phone?"
