Maddox contemplates my words for another moment before unlocking his phone. “If I do this. If I involve the club to rescue your girl, then I need you to promise me something.”
“Promise you what?” I’m almost scared to ask.
“That this will be over after. You send her away, and that’s the very last time I see and hear about her.”
“Deal,” I say without thinking. We don’t have time for a fucking discussion. I’d agree to anything right now, no matter how much I don’t want to do it.
Maddox calls the club as we are speeding down the road. He puts the phone on speaker and explains what’s happened.
“Maddox, I swear Tucker was lying.” Trick’s voice comes through the car’s speaker. “None of us would go against you or Ryder. That fucker is trying to play you. We got your back all the way.”
I look over at Maddox, who is nodding and giving me the look that says, you’re lucky.
“Yeah, Prez,” Bear comes onto the line. “We didn’t know, and none of us would have been okay with this shit. Tucker is a dead man.”
“Buck is here now; what do you want us to do with him?” Trick asks.
“Put his ass in the cell, and I need at least five guys to this location,” he tells him the address and gives him all the detail they need. “Get Tucker, but don’t kill him yet. We’ll do that slowly later… and don’t hurt the girl. Just keep her there until we get there. We’re on our way now.”
“Done and done,” Trick’s deep voice agrees through the speaker before the line goes dead.
Sighing in relief, I say, “I told you–”
“Shut up and tell me you understand what I’m asking you to do?” Maddox interrupts.
“Cut her loose. I got it.” I huff, annoyance lacing my voice. “It was my fucking plan all along.”
“Sure it was,” Maddox quips.
It was my plan; I just never knew if I could go through with it.
Now, I don’t have a choice.
Chapter 31
Penny
Dizziness overcomes me,but I force myself to stay awake. My vision is blurry from all the tears, but I still keep my eyes wide open.
Tucker is kneeling next to me; using the knife in his hand, he slowly brings it to my throat and dips it under my shirt. Then cuts the fabric down the center. The cold blade grazes along my skin, and I’m scared if I look down, I’ll find blood.
My entire body is shaking, my teeth rattling together in fear. I always thought there would come a time when I’d get used to this kind of fear, the pain, and the suffering, but I never did. The agony never lessens, the terror only growing with each experience.
Maybe it’s because every time I feel like this, I’m scared for my life. I fear that he is going to take it too far and kill me. Maybe today I’ll die.
“Are you cold, pet? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up here in a minute.” He gives me a salacious grin.
He stops between my breasts and slides the knife under my bra. In one slice, he cuts it, and my bra opens, leaving my chest exposed.
“Nice tits,” Tucker says in approval. “A little small, but they’ll do. Plus, I’m more concerned about your pussy being tight.” He roughly cups one of my breasts and pinches the nipple.
Biting the inside of my cheek, I muffle a scream and pull on my restraints. I try to roll away from him, my body jerking away like his hand is a branding iron. It might as well be. Every time he touches my skin, I feel like I will forever be tainted by him, like a curse, I won’t be able to shake.
“I’m going to enjoy fucking you. I hope you’ll scream for me every second.”
He picks the knife back up and continues to cut down my shirt. When the blade runs over my stomach, I panic even more. It must be my manic state that hasme opening my mouth because I know better than to talk back. That’s only going to anger him further, make the punishment more severe.
“Why are you doing this? Can’t you find a woman who will willingly sleep with you?”
