“I don’t think so,” I scoff while I reach my hands behind my back, trying to make it seem like I’m only bracing myself against the door rather than reaching for the gun at my back.
“Good thing our fun doesn’t require you to think.” He laughs, gripping both my arms and yanking them above my head.
Raynor presses his front into mine as he grabs hold of both wrists with one hand and uses the other one to slide down my body, making sure to grope my boob as he goes. “You know how hot you are, Rachel? Hot and naïve all in one. Swear, I used to be jealous of Lucien, wishing I’d gotten to you first,” Raynor mutters, sliding his hand further down my side, then my back. “Lucien’s right, though— for a smart bitch, you are stupid as hell. Should have stayed at your cousin’s clubhouse.” I gasp as he grips the handle of the gun I’d planned to use.
Stepping back, Raynor throws me to the floor as he dangles the Ruger in his hands. “Gotta say, I pegged you for maybe carrying a .22 Special, not an SR9. This shit has a nice little kick to it. I’m surprised you’d know how to use something like this.”
Swinging the gun in his hand, he grips the handle of the thing and points it at my head. “Maybe I should shoot you with it and teach you a lesson about trying to go against any of us.” He grins.
I crawl backward, all the while Raynor follows my movements.
Think, Rachel, think. If you get to the hallway entrance, you might stand a chance to get away from him if you time everything right.
Crooking his head to the side, Raynor smirks a knowing look and throws the gun on the couch as he steps by it. Right as I make it to the hallway, the asshole pounces like I hoped he would. Lifting my foot, I nail him directly in the balls with all my strength.
“You bitch,” he growls as he staggers slightly, but it’s enough for me to get to my feet and head to the twins’ bedroom. The window should still be unlocked, but before I get to the bedroom door, Raynor tackles me to the floor and straddles my waist.
“Get off me,” I scream and throw a punch at him.
“I don’t think so, you stupid ass fucking cunt,” he snarls, gripping the top my shirt with one hand and slicing it down the middle.
Tossing his knife to the side, Raynor then grabs hold of my wrists in one hand and pulls his belt off with the other. “You need to finally learn your damn place,” he says as he wraps the belt around my forearms, securing them together.
With my arms secure, Raynor eyes my body. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, even with those marks,” he grunts while he runs his hands up and down my front before gripping my nipples and pinching them so hard, I scream in pain. “That’s it, scream for me, baby.”
I shake my head as I try to buck him off me, but he’s too heavy and barely budges. Panic begins to set in as Raynor leans his head down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth.
“I suggest you not put your mouth on my ol’ lady.” My eyes widen at the deadly snarl in Stoney’s voice.
16
Stoney
The moment I entered the house, I heard Rachel’s screams, and my blood froze. This is why her ass should have stayed at the clubhouse. On silent feet, I make my way toward the commotion. I stop at the mouth of the hallway and glance around the corner. It takes everything I have not to shoot the fucker who’s straddling my woman’s body.
“That’s it, scream for me, baby.” The dead man walking chuckles.
Cocking my gun, I quickly move and place it to the back of the asshole’s head as he gets ready to taste what belongs to me. “I suggest you not put your mouth on my ol’ lady,” I snarl.
As much as I want to reassure Rachel by meeting her eyes, I don’t. One, I’m still fucking pissed she left the clubhouse, and two, I wasn’t fast enough to get here to stop this from happening.
The asshole stills at the press of my gun against the back of his head. “Ol’ lady, huh? My, Rachel, you sure move on fast, hopping off one dick to another,” he smirks, not moving yet.
Grinding my teeth, I grip the fucker off Rachel and into Tracker’s waiting hands. With a quick glance at my woman, I turn to face the man who thinks it's okay to attack women. Scanning the asshole, I realize this isn’t her ex but the Sergeant at Arms of the Lucifer’s Heretics, Raynor.
“Where’s your VP?” I growl.
“Takin’ care of business, not that it’s any of your business. Same as that bitch. She belongs to Lucien,” Raynor sneers, trying to rip out of Tracker’s hold.
Shaking my head, I punch the dipshit hard enough to knock him out. “Fuckin’ pussy,” I mutter as Raynor crumples to the floor when Tracker releases his hold on him. “Find a place to get a rental and bring his ass back to the clubhouse,” I order before turning to face the most insufferable woman I’ve ever seen.
Leaning down, I grab hold of Rachel under her arms and lift her up off the floor. “You still got clothes here?” I ask as I gather each side of her shirt to cover her tits.
Instead of answering me, let alone looking into my eyes, she nods her head and turns in the direction of what used to be her bedroom. I follow her, not wanting to let her out of my sight. As I walk through the door, I make sure to close and lock it behind me.
Leaning against the thing, I give myself a moment to merely watch
