The men looked at each other, none of them breaking their hard exterior.
“Yeah sure, kid. If you get the bike to me without any hiccups, then I’ll let her go, too.”
The two men beside him snickered. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but at least it was a step in the right direction to save my sister.
“Okay, deal. I’ll get you the bike if you let me and my sister go. I’d shake your hand, but I’m currently tied to a chair.”
The men laughed.
“I like this kid, Beretta. He’s got balls the size of watermelons,” AK complimented.
“Let’s just hope he knows what he’s doing. Because if not, he and his whore of a sister are going to pay us back in blood. Besides, I just bleached this floor, and I don’t want to have to bleach it again.”
They started to leave the room as I struggled against my ropes. “Hey! Aren’t you going to untie me?”
Beretta turned around, spitting at the ground next to him. “The rally isn’t until this weekend, kid. I’m gonna let my boys continue to have their fun with you. That way, you won’t think about double crossing us.”
Great, not only was I going to be breaking the law for these assholes, but I was also going to stay their pin cushion.
But if me being their pin cushion kept Joey alive, I’d do it. I’d do anything for my sister, even give up my own life to keep her alive.
Chapter Seven
My neck ached, my arms were lithe and weakened from being tied down, and my spirit had been broken. These men were absolute animals, lower than the dirt and ash that littered their floor. Lower than the disease infested cum they squirted out their dicks. I’d seen them pillage and rape their way through every girl in this place more than once. Sometimes, the girls wanted it, but others…
I still hear their screams haunting my thoughts. I was starting to worry more and more about Joey. It had been two days, and I hadn’t seen her once since that first night I was here. I got force fed moldy bread and rotting fruit, throwing up the contents onto the floor for their amusement.
Not only was I thirsty as hell and sick like a dog, but I was starting to run on paint fumes—delirious and almost high as a kite. I was convinced they had drugged me somehow, but when I wasn’t sure.
“He’s still alive,” someone mumbled behind me.
“Resourceful little shit, isn’t he?”
“Might make a good prospect.”
The other man laughed. “Nawh, too soft. Little shit vomited the second he saw us fucking his sister.”
“I just saw her in the backroom. She looks bad, man.”
My fists tightened as I thought about Joey and what they did to her. My sister could be dead for all I knew.
“She’s just like him, refuses to die. Not that I want her to. I like that pussy of hers too damn much.”
The other snickered. “You got a hard-on for that girl, Shotgun. When are you gonna make her your Ol’ Lady?”
“Probably after the rally. I’ve been breaking her in, getting her used to the club. I don’t want to be the only brother who gets a taste of that sweet pussy.”
I wanted to kill him. If I was free, I would’ve murdered that damn biker right then and there, but I couldn’t, not if I wanted to save Joey.
“Well, Beretta wants us all to get our shit together and go to the rally. He says the little fuck is supposed to snag that bike he wants.”
I heard heavy boots come up behind me, then felt a beefy hand smack me in the back of the head. “Is that right, precious? Are you gonna get Beretta his bike?”
My gaze slowly moved up the boots, turning into a menacing glare as I thought of all the ways I could end his miserable life.
“Eat a dick,” I growled.
The biker’s smile dropped instantly into a scowl, his fist connecting with my jaw, sending the chair sprawling backwards until my head hit the ground with a thud.
