“Stop, Dillon.”
“Joey?”
There was a ghostly vacancy in my sister’s eyes, and I noticed that she was wearing something new… a black leather jacket, one that looked oddly familiar.
“You need to get out of here, Dillon. I’m not leaving. This is my home now.”
My jaw dropped. How could she be saying all this? Why wouldn’t she want to go with me? This place was a nightmare wrapped up in one giant fucked up bow. There’s no way anyone in their right mind could want to stay in this situation. She was being abused… raped and beaten by a bunch of fucked up bikers who were brainwashing her into believing this was her home.
“Joey, you don’t mean that. They’re hurting you here. You need to come with me. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep them from hurting you.”
She turned around, showing me her back. “I belong to them, Dillon. You don’t understand. You probably never will. I’m property… property doesn’t leave.”
In big, bold letters, the words “Property of Shotgun” were displayed on her back, marking her as his.
“Joey, come on. Stop talking crazy. You’re no one’s property. You’re my sister… you’re…”
“Mine,” Shotgun finished, smiling evilly. He put a possessive arm around her shoulders, making her look toward the ground. “I warned you, asshole. I gave you a chance. But you just don’t know how to listen.”
He shot a look over at the other big biker and grinned. Although it was more sinister than friendly.
“Get him away from the club. I don’t care what you do with him, but make sure he doesn’t come back.”
The other three bikers nodded.
“On it,” the large one growled.
In two big strides, they attacked, pulling me up off the ground just as a van slid to a stop next to me. The doors banged open, and they tossed me inside, instantly backing me into a corner.
“JOEY!” I screamed. “Please, don’t do this.”
My sister continued to look guiltily at the ground. She didn’t even bother to hold up her fingers and tell me she was okay. She wasn’t okay, and no amount of sign language was going to change the fact that she just signed my death warrant.
“Come on, Cherry Girl. Let’s kick off you being my Ol’ Lady with a damn good blow job. I hope you’ve been working on your gag reflex, because Shotgun is about to shoot every drop of his cum down your throat.”
Those were the last words I heard before the doors slammed shut, cutting me off from my sister forever.
Chapter Ten
The van came to an abrupt stop, then strong hands rolled me out into the waiting arms of another biker. We were in some alleyway behind an old building. I was expecting them to take me out to the woods or something, where they could dismember me piece by piece.
“We need him to go down for the bike,” the big gruff biker informed the little ones. “So, let's fuck him up then leave him for dead. Someone from the rally is bound to recognize him and pin the bike on him. He left too many witnesses.”
The other two nodded just before the big guy threw his first punch. All the air was knocked from my body as the vicious blow crushed my gut. A second hit nailed me in the side of the head, and an instant buzzing sound took over my ears. For a few harrowing seconds, I tried to regain control of my mind, attempting to figure out where the third blow would come from. I never anticipated my leg being swept out from beneath me, or the violent crack my head would make as the concrete met my hollow skull.
“Fuck!” I breathed out, just as a steel toe boot connected with my ribs.
“This will make you think twice about fucking with the Hell’s Artillery,” the big guy growled.
Kick after kick continued to happen, crushing my insides with each damning blow. I couldn’t fight back. I was severely outnumbered and didn’t have anything to defend myself with. So, I curled up, trying to protect my body the best I could.
They were going to kill me, that I could feel in my bones. They were going to make me hang on to the tiniest threads of life, then leave me here to die.
Please, God, save me. I have to free my sister, and if I die, she will have no one.
I knew praying was never going to work, so I closed my eyes, ready to take death’s hand, and let him guide my spirit away from my body.
“Now, boys, this doesn’t seem like a fair fight, does it? Let’s see how you do when it’s three against three,” a strange voice growled.
