“Get off of me!” I kicked and screamed, but it was to no avail.
“Bitch, stop moving.” Whoever carried me tightened their hold on me.
Since I couldn’t move my hands or see, I took a chance and bit their shoulder.
“Ah, you stupid bitch!” He yelled before he punched me multiple times in my face.
My glasses flew off, and everything went black.
I woke up gasping when water was thrown in my face. I was in a chair with my legs and arms tied down. I tried to move, but the rope hurt my wrists, so I stopped trying.
I looked around the empty room, and it wasn’t anything in there but me and some dirt. There weren’t even any windows.
I didn’t know where I was or even what time it was. I’d been stripped of my clothes except my bra and panties. My head hurt from being punched in it. I was sure my eyes were black.
“Help! Help!” I tried screaming until my throat was raw, but nobody came.
Tears streamed down my face because I just knew I would die. Kane was probably wondering where I was; that was ifhe knew I was missing. He could have still been at work and thought I was home doing whatever.
“Help!”
A door opened, and in walked the guy I’d seen earlier.
“No need to scream for help, sweetheart, because nobody is coming.” He smiled as he walked further into the room.
“You really are a pretty little thing, even when you’re crying. Lucky for you, I won’t do anything to you as long as your boyfriend cooperates.”
I was confused because I had no clue what Kane had to do with anything.
“Oh.” He snapped his fingers. “I never told you what this is about.” He circled the chair and ran his finger down my spine. “I needed Kane’s attention, and I know he’ll come running when he finds out you are here.”
I remained quiet because there was nothing for me to say. I silently prayed that Kane found me before I got killed.
“Now, as I said, I won’t hurt you, but that doesn’t mean someone else won’t.”
Just as the last word left his mouth, a guy entered the room. I peed on myself when he smirked and walked toward me as he cracked his knuckles.
I felt a punch to my ribs, and at some point, I blacked out again.
I couldn’t wait to get home to Munch. All day I thought about walking through the door and seeing her naked. I couldn’t get enough of her and her pussy. Even when we weren’t having sex, I still wanted to be around her.
I’d sent her the picture of the tattoo I had done that took up most of my time, but she hadn’t responded. I figured she probably had taken a nap. She loved to nap when I worked later into the day because I tried to keep her up all night.
I had to stop by the clubhouse, so when I left the tattoo shop, I headed there. I wanted everything out of the way so when I went home, my focus would be on Munch.
I nodded at Drizzle when I walked in, and she waved and left it like that. She stayed away from me whenever she was thereunless she absolutely had to tell me something work related, but usually, someone else could handle it. As long as she didn’t try to get this dick again, and she left Munch alone, she was good.
“I’m surprised you ain’t laid up with your Munch,” Slider teased when I walked over to where he and the guys sat.
“Fuck you.” I chuckled. “I will be soon, though. You should try it one day.”
I slapped his hands with him, Tech, and Rico. I walked back to my office to get what I needed to get. Before I could leave, my phone rang.
I figured it was Munch, so I didn’t bother looking at the screen.
“What’s good, Munch.”
“This ain’t Munch.” My feet instantly stopped moving. “Hand over the club, or I’ll kill your bitch.” He laughed and hung up.
