She laughs softly. “Okay. Yeah, let’s.”
Avah tugs on my hand. Turning my head to look over at her, I grin as she sways. “You’re all made up now? For good?”
Pulling her a bit closer to my side, I glide my hand up her waist and cup the side of her tit. “Yeah, baby. We’re all made up for good.”
“Good.”
AVAH
I hear a noise. A low moaning, gurgling noise. Opening my eyes, I almost scream out in pain, not just from my headache, but also from the brand between my breasts. Fuck me, fuck me, it all hurts so goddamn much.
The moaning sound gets louder, and it’s right next to me. I roll over, whimpering at the sensation of my burning chest as I move. Reaching out, I blindly search for Hawk’s body, but something strong bats my hand away.
Forcing my eyes to open, I look at the something that hit my hand and I realize it wasn’t something, it was Hawk. Except he doesn’t look like Hawk right now. His eyes are open slightly, but it’s like he’s not there, he’s not really awake.
“Hawk,” I call out softly. When he just thrashes again and grunts, that’s when I call out his name. “Orson,” I say a little louder, though I’m not sure how loud, considering my brain feels like it’s going to split my head open and fall out onto the bed next to me.
He still doesn’t say anything that I understand, I wrap my fingers around his forearm and try to shake him. It was the wrong move to make. The total wrong move. He jerks his arm up and it causes me to fall backward onto the mattress.
The next thing I know, Hawk is hovering over the top of me, his eyes wide open, but it’s not him staring back at me. It’s nothingness, it’s an empty void and it’s terrifying. He lifts one of his hands and wraps it around the front of my throat, squeezing me.
Lifting my hands, I try to pry his fingers from around my throat, but it doesn’t work. He’s too strong. He starts yelling in my face, his words unrecognizable as his fingers squeeze harder and harder.
Grasping at his wrist, I start to dig my nails into his skin, hoping that it will wake him up, but it doesn’t work. Wherever he is in his dreams, he’s there and he’s not coming out anytime soon, even if it kills me.
Darkness starts to creep in around the edges of my vision, and I know it’s going to be too late for me to try and stop this pretty soon. His body presses against mine and my eyes roll in the back of my head as pain radiates throughout my body at the feeling of his chest pressing against my freshly burned one.
I flail, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing is waking him up from this nightmare. Then I realize, I know exactly where he is—I just hope that I survive this. Everything around me goes completely dark and painless peace takes over.
Chapter Thirty-Four
HAWK
Walsh appears in front of me, but I shake my head, knowing that this can’t be real. It feels really fucking real though as he laughs loudly, watching me, his goons at his side. They’re all watching me, then they jerk their chins in one single motion.
“It’s time,” Walsh announces.
“How about you go fuck yourself?” I growl. “I already killed you once, you sick fuck, I’ll do it again.”
Walsh takes a step toward me, then lifts his hand and snaps his fingers. Instantly, I’m naked and on my knees. He smirks, tilting his chin down, his eyes finding mine and then he speaks.
“You’re going to watch me fuck your woman. Then you’re going to watch my men fuck her. Then you’re going to watch me slice the skin off of her body the way that you did to us.”
“No,” I growl and try to move, but my entire body is frozen. I try again, and still can’t move.
Suddenly, Avah is in front of me, naked, bound, and gagged. She has tears spilling from her eyes, and she’s covered in bruises. Without a moment’s hesitation, Walsh throws her onto the ground. Her hands are tied behind her back so she just falls straight forward and lands flat on her face.
Walsh and his goons are naked and they start to do exactly what he described. Something unfreezes and I stand up, charging after Walsh before tackling him to the ground and wrapping my hand around his throat.
I squeeze.
And squeeze.
And squeeze some more.
Then I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling, suddenly alone in the room. Thankful to be alone as I stare at the ceiling.
Something consumes me, I suck in a deep breath and sit straight up, my heart racing and my chest moving up and down quickly as I pant. I’m back in my room at the clubhouse. Fuck me, it was just a dream.
A really fucking bad one.
Lifting my hand, I rub my palm down my face and tug on the edge of my beard as I try to wake up and shake myself from the fucking nightmare that consumed me and felt so goddamn real that I didn’t think I was ever going to wake up.
Turning my head, I look over to check on Avah. At first glance she’s sleeping peacefully, then when I really look at her, I notice that her head is at an awkward angle.
“Honey,” I call out as I reach for her shoulder and shake her gently. “Avah,” I say a little louder and shake her a little harder.
Her body is almost limp. Leaning down, I gently touch my palm to her chest to see if she’s breathing. Pinching my eyes closed, I try to take in my own steady breaths to keep the roaring of my own ears to a minimum as I fucking panic
