I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out as he steps back and throws me against the table. My head hits the corner of it and my vision blurs as I topple to the floor. Titus is on top of me and his hands rip my shirt open as I weakly try to fight him off me. Once he has my front exposed to his gaze, a malicious grin contorts his features as he pulls out a knife and slides it along my skin until he reaches my stomach where he thrust the blade in to the hilt, leaving it there.
I cry out in pain from the sheer pain as Titus stands over me. “If you think I’m done with you, you’d be wrong. I’ll be back and don’t think anyone can keep me from you, Brielle. You fuckin’ belong to me and I intend to make you feel every little thing I do to you. This is just lesson one.”
With this Titus reaches down, grips the handle of the knife and twists it further into my stomach causing me to scream. “Yeah, ma vilaine, scream and know this isn’t the end. And if you run again putaine, I will fuckin’ kill you without hesitation and take those boys and sell them to Delancy, who will make sure they are sold to the highest bidder.”
Standing back to his full height, Titus kicks my leg with his steel toed boot sending a sharp pain through my body.
I close my eyes in pain as I try to concentrate on the movement of Titus’s boots as he walks away.
God, what did I ever do to deserve going through this? Better yet, what did my boys do? They don’t deserve this kind of life.
Tears prick my eyes as my vision blurs and darkness starts to take over.
Chapter Two
Ryder
Since the day Nora, Breaker’s ol’ lady was kidnapped, none of us knew whether we’d have a war or not with the Toxic Warriors MC. Chains had reached out to Viking, their Prez, informing him of what went down with the men of his club.
Viking didn’t intend to go to war with us. According to what he and the rest of his club knew, was that Granger needed help rescuing his girl and he paid the club for assistance. None of them knew it was our club who were protecting her from the psycho himself.
His VP, Ice, Granger’s cousin admitted to the fucked-up choice in not looking into the information more.
From what I know of their club, they’re ruthless in keeping their shit together and not letting anyone fuck with them.
“Hey Ryder, do you want another beer?” Tiny, my nephew Chains ol’ lady asks.
“Yeah, that’d be great,” I mutter from where I was sitting on the stool at the bar near where she was working.
Over the past couple months since we found out that her and Nora were both pregnant, my nephews have been in overprotective mode. Chains especially. I’m sure it’s due to his parents being killed and he intends to keep that from ever happening to Tiny and the twins she’s pregnant with. Crazy how things happen.
I’d ended up raising all four of my nephews from the time they were kids. Because of my two selfish vindictive cunt of sisters my brother and his wife were killed, and my niece was sold to none other than the man who became the governor of Louisiana. Due to being deployed at the time, I’d been too late to stop the adoption, but I wasn’t too late to stop my sisters from killing their own sons. They’re now sitting pretty in an institution up in Virginia where they’ll never see the light of day again. One filled with people who need to disappear but don’t deserve to merely die, but rather suffer in the depths of hells as they say.
“Here you go,” Tiny says, smiling as she places the beer in front of me.
“Thanks, Tiny,” I murmur as my phone rings in my pocket.
“No problem, let me know if you need anything else. I’m going to try and get some schoolwork done,” she states.
“Why don’t you let Steel take over the bar for you so you can focus on your schoolwork?” I suggest as I pull my phone out to see it was an unknown number.
“Because I’m still going to work. This is my job and I want to keep doing it,” Tiny retorts.
“Bitsy, told you, you weren’t supposed to be behind the bar working. Don’t need you exhausting yourself,” Chains mutters as he approaches the bar, glowering at his ol’ lady.
“Oh don’t you start with me, I already told you earlier, just because I’m pregnant and showing doesn’t mean I can’t work still,” Tiny argues, placing her hands on her hips as she narrows her eyes on Chains.
Chuckling, I shake my head at those two. I swear both Tiny and Nora can both be firecrackers when they want to be. Especially Nora, she’s hell on wheels when it comes to whatever she’s doing. Such as the other week when one of the new Strays decided they were going to rub up on Breaker, she’d pulled the bitch off him by her ear and shoved her away. The Stray ended up falling into another bitch who was suckin’ Speeds dick which caused her to choke. Fuckin’ hilarious until the one suckin’ Speed off puked all over his shit from choking.
I tune the two of them out as my phone rings again. Glancing at the screen seeing that it’s an unknown number.
Furrowing my brow, I swipe my finger across the screen and put the phone to my ear, “Hello.”
“R–Ry–Ryder.” My body tenses at the sniffling cry of my name.
“Yeah, who’s this?” I ask, my gut twisting at who I thought it was on the other end of the line.
“Mi–Micah.”
