Page 65 of Marked By Myth

I rode out with Gears at my side, my only thought on my wife and her safety. I should have alerted the others, but I couldn’t wait for them. The sound of engines behind us told me they had noticed our absence.

I should have known better.

They always would have my back.

Once we pulled up a street away from the old Bloody Scorpions’ clubhouse, I grabbed my weapon and made sure it was loaded. The boys all jumped into action behind me, no words necessary.

As we approached the clubhouse, I could see the lawn was overgrown, as if no one had been here for a while. That’s why we hadn’t bothered to check here.

Fucking idiot.

I was about to turn and tell the boys to call Destroyer and Menace when I heard a scream come from inside the house.

Not just any scream.

That was Rox.

Rox

Half an hour earlier

Pitch walked through the room again. He’d been coming in more regularly, on the guise of taking care of my cuts and bruises. I didn’t know why they would let him, but fuck it. The last time Calypso came in here, I’d broken his nose with my shoe. He’d since removed them, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use my toes next time.

They thought they could scare me into compliance, that they could make me do what they wanted. They had no idea the bitch they had awoken in me. The one I had put to sleep when I left Australia.

But Myth had set her free again.

I was going to be the woman he wanted, the woman he loved, and needed. I was the Royal Bastards’ President’s ol’ lady and they were going to find out why I was the only woman strong enough to tame a man like Myth.

“Untie my chains,” I told him softly. “Not all the way, just enough so I can wiggle free.”

“They’ll know I did it.”

“Don’t do it all the way, just enough so I can get free the next time he comes in here.”

He looked out the door, and nodded quickly, unlatching the top chain. I felt it give way a little, but I was still strung up. My arms were really starting to hurt now, but I couldn’t give away my position too early. Pitch would be killed and I kind of liked him.

“I heard them on the phone,” he said, putting a new alcohol wipe on my latest cut from Johnny. “They’re talking to someone big. I think you need to get away as soon as possible. I think he’s trying to sell you.”

“I ain’t for sale, mate,” I offered him a smile but I could tell it was weak. If they sold me to someone, I knew I’d never be found again. The Royal Bastards had reach, but I didn’t think they had that much reach. “Don’t worry, I’ll get myself out of this.”

He nodded quickly. “Myth…that’s your man, right?”

“Yes. The president of the Royal Bastards.”

Pitch nodded. “Is he as tough as they say?”

“Tougher.”

“Good.”

Pitch left me then, still dangling, still in pain, but I could feel the loose chain now. I just had to hold on a little longer until Calypso or Johnny came back and then I’d have the upper hand.

They would never break me.

The only person allowed to do that was my husband, and he’d never do that to me again. Instead, he’d burn the world to the ground.

And that was hot as hell.