“You were pretty ballsy coming here,” a female voice said from behind me.
I was too weak to turn my head, so I just sat there, hanging my head in defeat.
“You could’ve gotten her killed, ya know?” I saw a pair of thin legs walk past me, then settle in front of me as whoever it was leaned against the table. “What were you thinking?”
“I just wanted to save my sister,” I mumbled.
“Well, now you got her raped.”
My head shot up, searing the bitch with my angry gaze. “Shut up.”
She smirked, her smile pulling evilly. “You probably shouldn’t talk to me that way. I’m head bitch around here.”
“Good for you. You must be so proud.” I rolled my eyes, but it hurt like hell. Just the slightest twitch made every part of my body ache and groan.
The woman wasn’t ugly. She was tall with brown hair that was so long it reached the top of her ass. She was rail thin, with bountiful breasts that were practically popping out of her low-cut top. But it was her brown eyes that had me captivated, reminding me so much of my sister’s eyes—eyes that were so lifeless and filled with pain hours ago.
“Listen, what you did is admirable, but it was also extremely stupid.”
“I know.”
“You’re probably not going to get out of here alive.”
“Yeah, I know that, too.”
She crouched down, forcing me to look up at her. “Then you should do yourself a favor and play their game. If you value your life, you need to present yourself in a way that makes you indispensable.”
“I’m not worth anything.”
She stood back up, returning to her casual stance. “Everyone has a talent of some sort. Hopefully, yours can save your life.”
“Ivy, where the fuck are you?” a deep male voice bellowed from the back.
She casually began to move, not at all in a hurry. “Just think about it, kid. It may be the only way to save your life.”
She was only a few strides away when I hollered out after her. “Why are you helping me?”
Her shoulders lifted in indifference. “Let’s just say you remind me of someone I care deeply about. And I fucked that up. So maybe this is my way of trying to make up for my mistakes in the past.”
I didn’t respond to her weird reply. I just sat there strapped to the chair as the hours and minutes ticked by. Letting my life slip out of my hands and straight into the grubby palms of a bunch of filthy bikers.
A large crash jolted me awake. I don’t know how long I was asleep for, but I somehow managed to drown out most of the noise going on around me for the remainder of the day, going through periods of time where the bastards spit on me, kicked, cut, and punched me. I literally had turned into their play toy, one that they were only keeping alive to fuck with.
“Calm the fuck down, Beretta!” a thin as hell biker growled. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“You don’t fucking get it, AK. That bike is a fucking trophy, one that I want on display.” Beretta motioned to a blank space in the area they had me in. “That bastard thinks he can just snub the Artillery and get away with it? I’ll put bullets in all those pansy motherfuckers. Nonviolent, my ass. If those assholes think they can just skate by and take up space in my territory, then they have another thing coming. I’m going to get that bike, and I’m also going to take care of them once and for all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m going to strip away that squeaky clean exterior of theirs and bring them down to our level. They think they’re invincible, but how invincible will they feel when we destroy everything they built and burn it to the ground?”
The skinny man nodded his head. “I like where your head’s at. What are you thinking?”
“Retaliation and retribution. They fucked with me, so now I fuck with them.”
“But how?”
Beretta paused, wearing a hole in the floor with all his rapid pacing. “I don’t fucking know. Let me fucking think.”
