The biker threw Joey onto a couch, laying her down so that everyone could see her bruised and battered body. He laughed with another dude, slapping him on the back. “Bitch deserved it, Glock. She tried to say no.”
“You bastard!” I screamed, somehow getting out of the chokehold I was in and scrambling toward my sister.
The biker from the grocery store looked down at me and smirked. “You again? You don’t know how to stay away, do you?”
“You know this kid, Shotgun?” the biker, who previously had his gun in my face, asked. It was obvious he was in charge, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was Joey.
I took off my hoodie and threw it over my sister, doing my best to cover her. “Stay away from my sister,” I demanded, attempting to protect her by placing her behind me. Each of the bikers stood up, circling me like a pack of ravenous hyenas. Even though I knew they outnumbered me and there was nothing I could do to stop them from killing me, I would do everything I could to protect Joey. Even if it meant losing my life.
“So, this is your sister?” the president asked.
He moved forward, attempting to touch her, but I jumped in front of him, not allowing him to get near her.
“Stay away from her!”
“Kid, I’m not sure what you’re trying to do here, but standing in front of my property like that is not only going to get you killed, but her as well.”
He pointed the gun at Joey, and I froze. My life meant shit to me, but Joey’s life meant everything. She protected me for so many years, and now it was my time to protect her.
“I’ll take the bullet if it means saving my sister’s life.”
The man laughed, looking around the room. “The kid has balls, I’ll give him that. Too bad you won’t live long enough to see them drop. Grab him.”
Six arms came at me all at once. The men hoisted me off the ground, carrying me away from my sister, and slammed me into a nearby chair.
“Tie the little fuck up. I think he needs to learn why it’s not a good idea to spy on the Hell’s Artillery.”
He started undoing his belt as ropes looped around my body, tying me to the chair.
“No!” I screamed as he descended on Joey, who was still lying naked on the couch, unconscious.
A fist cracked against my cheek, whipping my head to the side. “Sit there and shut up and enjoy the show, kid. You’re going to hate every goddamn minute of this.”
Violently, the president ripped my sister up off the couch, rousing her awake. “Wake up, Cherry Girl. It’s time for you to pay your dues.”
“Noo,” she mumbled weakly.
“Shut up!” he growled, whipping her head to the side. “Now open wide…”
My eyes clamped shut, refusing to look.
I felt the searing pain of a knife drag across my arm, biting into my flesh. Reluctantly, my eyes popped open as the blood of the open wound dripped down my arm.
“Keep those eyes open or next time I’m severing an artery,” the guy named Colt warned. “This is what happens when someone fucks with the Artillery… you pay in blood, or you pay in cum, and that bitch’s debt is going to be deep and filling.”
It was then that my sister’s fear-filled gaze moved slowly toward me, widening when she realized who was strapped to the chair watching her. A single tear dripped down her cheek as the bikers descended on her, ripping her apart with their hungry cocks, and stripping away whatever dignity she had left.
There was no light in her eyes anymore…
The Joey I knew was gone, and it was then that I knew there was no way I could save her.
We both were as good as dead.
Chapter Six
At some point, I was knocked unconscious. Only coming to a few times when I heard my sister scream. Every time I screamed out for her, another asshole would punch me, leaving me a bloody mess tied to the chair. Then they just left me there, sitting on the chair in the middle of their club while they fucking did whatever it was bikers did throughout the day.
It had to be late as fuck now. Bikers were passed out all over the place and a few had retired to their rooms. Joey had been removed from the room and taken somewhere in the back, leaving me a miserable, bloody mess.
