“What the fuck did you just say?” The chair whipped forward, bringing me eye to eye with his ugly mug.
Blood pooled in my mouth, and just for effect, I spat it all over his face.
“I said… EAT… A… DICK!” I was done with their shit; I didn’t care anymore if they killed me. For three days, they played with me like a puppet, and I wasn’t going to bend to their will any longer.
“No, bitch. You eat one.” His zipper came down in a flash, his cock hard as steel as he gripped my cheeks, trying to force my mouth open. “You suck it real good, and I may keep you alive a little longer.”
“Shotgun! Stop!” a weak voice shouted from behind me. “Don’t hurt him.”
Shotgun’s head snapped up, his angry gaze slicing through my sister. “Shut the fuck up, Cherry Girl, and crawl back in my bed. I’m going to make your shit-stain of a brother pay for talking to me the way he has.”
He gripped my cheeks again, smiling evilly when I started screaming from behind my closed lips. “Open wide, or I’ll break every goddamn tooth in that fucking head of yours.”
“Take me instead,” Joey screamed. “I’ll let you do me in the ass again, just like you like.”
Millimeters. That’s how close his cock got from my lips. I could smell the stench of sweat permeating off his crotch, and it made me almost gag.
“Get over here,” he barked, pointing to the spot right in front of me.
My sister wobbled over, barely able to keep her head upright. She made it over to him and practically collapsed in his arms, too weak to move. She was wearing a loose-fitting black dress, and in one aggressive move, he had it ripped apart, leaving her naked before me.
“Make him open his eyes,” Shotgun growled.
Fingers dug into my eye sockets, prying my eyes open as he threw my sister down onto a pool table. He cracked her so hard across the ass with a nearby pool cue that it left another ruby red welt on her cheeks. “Such a good little slut.” His twisted gaze maneuvered over to me as he spread her cheeks, shoving his fat cock into her so violently that she collapsed onto the table.
“Now watch this, you filthy little maggot. Ripping your sister apart is my favor pastime.”
If I survived this, I was going to kill him. In fact, I’d kill them all, burning this whole damn clubhouse to the ground in an angry blaze, ridding the world of the filthy bikers who rode the roads like they owned them.
The Hell’s Artillery was living up to their ugly, sinister reputation, and I couldn’t wait to be done with them, once and for all. Tomorrow, I’d steal that damn bike for them. After that, I’d take Joey and get her the fuck out of here, leaving this God forsaken town for good.
Chapter Eight
Every bone in my body creaked and ached like old floorboards. I was almost positive that my left hand was either badly sprained or broken in two places. There was a wound on my arm that was infected. You could tell by the ugly green colored goo that shot out of it when you squeezed. But despite my dreary disposition, I was ready to get the job done and my sister as far away from the Hell’s Artillery as I could.
Beretta forced me to walk a half a mile just to get to the rally. Every once in a while, a group of bikers would ride past me, but the second I heard their engines, I would duck and cover, too afraid that they were going to hurt me. When a single engine pulled up beside me, I panicked.
“Don’t hurt me,” I begged.
I couldn’t see the biker’s eyes behind his big glasses, but his beard covered mouth pulled into a slight smirk. “I’m not going to hurt you, kid. You going to the rally?”
“Yeah…”
“Hop on, I’ll take you there.”
I pulled the hoodie around me in refusal. “No thanks, I can walk.”
“You still got quite a way to go. The rally will be half over by then. Hop on, and don’t be stubborn.”
My feet felt like they had a zillion thumbtacks stabbed into them, and my knees were barely working. A ride would be helpful. I just wasn’t sure if I could trust him or any biker, for that matter.
“I’ll have you there in half the time. Besides, it looks like someone really did a number on you.” Shit. I didn’t want anyone to notice my bruises.
“Okay…”
I climbed onto the bike behind the strange biker, not sure what to do.
“I know it’s weird, but you may want to hang on. Gravel roads and bikes don’t really mix.”
