I refused to consider the possibility.
But up to the point of getting to the warehouse, we avoided detection—or at least getting fired upon. Maybe King and his men had seen us already and were luring us into a trap.
It was a trap I was happy to spring for Callie’s sake.
I got to the warehouse. I knew Butch, Spawn, and Connor were keeping their distance, but I also knew they had eyes on me. I drew in a breath. I really hoped this worked.
I opened the door.
And then I heard the bloodcurdling scream.
Callie
“You want to gangrape and tortureher?”
Crush’s words told me that between the two of the bikers in this room, he was probably the only one I could count on to keep me alive—and with my dignity intact. I had already resigned myself to some sort of violence; I just hoped it didn’t involve even worse things.
“You heard what my fucking father said. Are you going to deny him?”
“She’s better to us alive than dead,” Crush said.
“Who said anything about killing her?”
I could sense real tension between the two of them. Tension seemed to be the theme of the King’s Men; they seemed to operate on the basis of trying to one-up each other or stand above each other. Not that that revelation did me any good at the moment.
Realizing a flaw in the design of the King’s Men wouldn’t exactly take back a beating, rape, or murder.
“How do we normally do this, Prince?” Crush said. “You know exactly how it goes.”
“Father is always so insistent on laying waste to these women when they have so much further use,” Prince said. “I don’t know why he’s got such hatred and contempt for them.”
“Because—”
Crush bit his tongue. Prince gave him a glare, but neither said a word more.
“This girl wasn’t even with the Reaper two weeks ago,” Crush said. “It seems we would be better picking someone else up for ourselves.”
“We’ve already taken the other girls.”
“Have we sold them yet?”
Sold?
Sex trading?
Fuck, this club is even worse than I thought. Jesus Christ…
“I don’t fucking know, you know how my father likes to do things,” Prince said with a disgusted look. “Keep things close to the vest, don’t tell anyone, including his own goddamn son, what the hell is going on. You know, great system when everyone works for you because they’re afraid of you.”
“So we just let this bitch go after we fuck her? Throw her out?”
“You wanna fucking piss off King?”
Those very words put a palpable chill on the entire room. Even I had to shiver, and I think by now they’d almost forgotten I was listening to everything.
“You know full well, Crush, what happens if you defy my father. You know as much as I do that while it would be nice to fantasize about it, there’s a lot of heartache on the other side of that door if we go there. Are you fucking sure you want to do it?”
“You want my honest opinion?”
