I clenched my teeth together, not wanting to make myself known yet, but I wasn’t a club whore. And I didn’t go after fucking Morgan.
“He won’t think twice about killing you.”
The voice was Sully, Chasm’s sister. She was right; Chasm wouldn’t think twice before killing Nathan for touching Sully. For trying to kidnap her.
“He’ll never fucking find me,” Nathan snarled. “Let’s go.”
“NO!” Sully shouted.
I heard the slap through the door and that was enough for me. I shoved the door open and grabbed the first thing I could reach. A wooden rolling pin on the counter.
“Let her go!” I growled at the prospect.
“What the fuck are you doing out of your room?” Nathan snapped.
“Stopping you, apparently. I said, let. Her. Go.”
Sully tried to pull away; her fingers pried at his hand that held her wrist. But Nathan was bigger, stronger. She was only a kid. Probably lived her whole life without having to fight for her safety.
Unlike me.
I tapped the rolling pin against my open palm and slowly walked forward, closer and closer until I was a few feet in front of him.
“What’s your plan here? How do you expect to get her out of here without me screaming my lungs out and alerting everyone in the clubhouse?”
His mouth twisted in a grin. “All I have to do is get her outside. No one will believe you over me. You’re just a club whore who went after the president’s old lady.”
“I didn’t do shit to her.”
Nathan smirked.
“It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Guess you aren’t as dumb as you look,” he sneered.
“I’m not as frail as I look either.”
I swung the rolling pin before he could comprehend my words. The wood smashed against his head, and he let go of Sully’s wrist.
“Run,” I told her.
Nathan stumbled back but didn’t go down. I was lucky prospects couldn’t carry in the clubhouse, or I might be dead with the way Nathan was glaring at me.
“Come at me, big guy. You don’t have anything I haven’t endured already.”
I taunted him and he lunged for me. I grabbed the hand that reached out and twisted it back until I heard it snap.
You didn’t need muscle to hurt someone; you just needed the advantage. And my size gave me the advantage. Well, the appearance of weakness due to my size.
Men always thought they could overpower women by sheer strength alone. Only, I’d been taught to defend myself. I’d been taught to fight when flight wasn’t an option.
And most of my life it hadn’t been an option.
Nathan snarled and his other hand shot out and clipped my chin, snapping my head back and causing me to lose my balance. I crashed against the table and fell to the floor.
“How do you like me now, bitch?” Nathan taunted as he straddled my hips and slapped my face. I reached out and grabbed his broken wrist and squeezed with every bit of strength I had. Then I bucked my hips and pushed him off.
I scrambled to my feet and Nathan grabbed my ankle, twisting my foot and causing me to cry out. I closed my eyes and let him pull me closer then snapped my eyes open and brought my other foot up and kicked him in the chin.
