“Forge loves me.”
“I know and that’s the problem. You see, when you weren’t in his life, he was more than happy to fight over turf. The club’s expanding. He could lead the entire fucking club, have chapters in every state, on every fucking continent, but you… No, now he’s focused on breeding you like a little whore. You and your virgin pussy. Well, now I’ve got to wonder if it’s really all worth it.”
She watched him start to lower his zipper and she’d seen enough.
Rolling onto her knees, she started to crawl away.
Hound chuckled. “Go on, beautiful, show me that sweet ass. You know, maybe I won’t fuck your pussy. I wonder if he’s taken your ass. He likes to fuck them, you know. He likes to make them burn. I’ll break you in for him.”
You’ve got to get away.
Fight, for Forge.
She cried out as his body pressed against her ass. His hands cupped her hips, tugging at her jeans. She’d worn a belt and had tightened it up. Those suckers weren’t coming down unless he tore them off her or opened the belt, and she wasn’t going to give him that chance. She struggled out of his hold and tried to get free, kicking back.
He grabbed her hair, tugging her back so she had no choice but to lift up. The pain in her head exploded as he hit her.
She was so going to cut her hair off if she survived all of this. She was tired of having her hair pulled.
He worked the button on her jeans open and dropped her to the ground. He still needed to fight to get them off.
Reaching across the ground, she found what she was looking for, a stone. She was done being a woman who just took what men decided she should take. This man had betrayed Forge and even if she didn’t completely like her man right now, he was still hers.
She still loved him.
Holding the rock tightly, she looked behind her. Hound was too busy concentrating on her jeans, trying to pull them down. She hit him hard over the head with the rock. She’d taken him completely by surprise, so there was no way for him to defend himself against the attack.
Dropping the stone, she scrambled out of his hold and ran back toward the clubhouse’s main entrance, only this time, she went into the main room and came to a stop.
She didn’t know how it was possible, but Forge and several of his men were standing there. Dog had Sable up in his arms.
Panting for breath, her vision a little blurry from being hit, she rushed toward him. Even if she didn’t want to forgive him easily, he was still hers, and she needed him to keep her safe.
Hound, not seeing the danger, walked right into the clubhouse. Men were behind him, sealing the door, locking him into his fate. She didn’t look at him, holding on to Forge as he looked at his man, his enforcer.
Hound deserved whatever happened, and she hoped he’d suffer.
****
“How is she?” Forge asked, looking toward Dog who’d come down to join him in the basement. Hound was chained to the ceiling. The cuffs keeping him bound tight, no sense of a reprieve. He had yet to touch him. If he laid a finger on him right now, he wouldn’t live long enough to suffer and Forge wanted him to suffer.
“The doc doesn’t know. He’s removed the bullet and repaired the damage but there was a lot of blood loss. She was in and out of consciousness.” Dog shook his head. “What the fuck did she do to you?” He glared at Hound.
“She got in my way, you know that. You know no bitch is supposed to live if they stop your mission.”
Forge didn’t stop Dog as he repeatedly slammed his fists into the man’s guts. He trusted Dog to not hurt him too much. After five minutes, Dog stepped back as Hound spat blood onto the floor.
“Feeling better?” Hound asked. “I don’t know why you care so much. She’s spread her legs for most of the guys in the club. You’re nothing special.”
Forge tensed up as Dog grabbed a knife from the display of torture weapons and placed it against Hound’s stomach.
Silence filled the air.
Tension so tight.
He waited. If Dog disobeyed him, he’d have to be dealt with.
Dog laughed. “I like that you think you can get me to end your sorry existence. Not going to happen. I’m better than you. I thought you were a brother, but you fucked this club over.”
“Everything I did, I did for the club. You’re all fucked in the head, letting some girl get the better of you. Women make you weak. They’re good for two things, fucking and beating. That’s it.”
Forge couldn’t believe he’d never seen the true animal inside his enforcer. It made him sick to his stomach.
“You disgust me.” Dog spat at him and stepped back. “I would never take away the honor of destroying him.” He put the blade down. “Make him hurt, Prez. Make him scream.”
Dog didn’t stick around. He left the basement and Forge turned toward Hound. “So, you believe Beth makes me weak.”
“Look at the way you go chasing after her like a little puppy dog. It’s pathetic. You’re the president of this club. You shouldn’t run for anyone. It’s madness to even believe it.”
“I love her.”
“I know, which is why she had to go. She makes you weak and one day, you’ll see that all I was trying to do was make you strong.”
“You think this is strong?” he asked. “You’re chained up, Hound. You’re
