“Wow, did you take all afternoon to come up with that line?”
But the sass hid the fact that I was really fucking worried right now. I had backup…but the backup in the store had been built for about three Bandits to come in, not fucking six. And that didn’t even begin to account for anyone else that may have been on the way.
“You’re fucking sassy. I like that. It’s going to make it that much more fun when I make you choke on my cum.”
“You think I’m sucking you off, shithead?”
“You think you have a choice with six guns pointed at your head, bitch?”
Connor, wherever the fuck you are, you had better hurry the fuck up. The guys can’t stay hidden forever.
“I think that I could bite down,” I said. “I think I could grab your balls and twist them in a knot. I could do a lot of things that could hurt you.”
“And I assure you that whatever you try will be met with consequences, and you are not going to like those fucking consequences. So make your choice. Get down, suck me off, make me cum, and we’re done—assuming you take down those fucking signs. I’m not even fucking you or killing you. You’re getting a deal.”
“I feel so honored,” I said, rolling my eyes.
I heard something fall down in the freezer area. That was my cue. I hoped.
“Say, when was the last time you went on a coffee date?”
“A coffee date?” Damian said, utterly confused—exactly what I needed. “The fuck would I need a coffee date?”
“Because it’s about to get hot in here.”
“Bitch, did you take all afternoon to—”
The door from the office opened to show Zack with a gun.
The freezer door busted open with Mason carrying two guns.
Behind us, Connor, Brock, Steele, and four prospects rolled in.
“Shit! Get the fuck out!” Damian roared.
I hit the ground as hard as I could. Bullet roared around me, and I felt like I’d found myself in a thick fog. I felt people stepping on me, knocking the breath out of me; it seemed too chaotic to feel purposeful.
“What the fuck!” Damian shouted.
And then I felt him yank me by the hair. I screamed in anger and tried to kick him in the groin, but he kneed me in the back, knocking the wind out of me and leaving me struggling for air. As I struggled not to go into shock from the pain, I could see two of the Bandits dead, one wounded, and three more with guns to my head.
“Get us out,” Damian growled.
I was too weak to fight back. Damian took me to his bike while the other Bandits held guns to my head. He propped me on, held me upright, and turned the bike on. Finally, I started to get a sense of where I was.
And it came right as his engine roared to life and nearly knocked me off. But now I was caught in the worst possible spot.
I couldn’t fucking escape Damian without killing myself. The bike was easily going at least thirty miles per hour and only gaining speed by the second. But if I stayed here, Damian was taking me to wherever the fuck he was.
I looked over my shoulder as best as I could. I saw all of the bikers that had protected Damian falling to the ground, shot by the Black Reapers, abandoned by Damian. It was fucking cold and ruthless.
It was very much a Bandit move.
“Get me the fuck off!” I shouted.
“Suck me off and you go home free,” Damian said. “Otherwise, you’re coming to my place and I’m fucking your brains out.”
I bit my lip and desperately tried to think of a solution. My gun was at the store. If I tried to commandeer the bike, that was a surefire way to die. If I waited until I got to the house, there was no telling what he’d do there.
No, that was false. He would rape me; there was no doubt about that. There was just no telling how much backup he’d have and how many problems the Reapers would have in rescuing me.
I looked again over my shoulder. I thought I saw lights following me in the distance.
But at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do. I just focused on collecting my strength, ignoring the pain in my body, and planning how to make Damian work as hard as he could when we got to his place.
Because at this point, I had done what I could to get rid of Damian. It was now in the Black Reapers’ hands—and most specifically, Connor’s.
And if they failed, I feared the worst.
