“Have you solved the problems of the world yet?” Pinkie asks.
Turning my head, I jerk my chin up at her. “Just workin’ on our problems, babe.”
She smiles as she moves around the bar, taking inventory and checking up on supplies and shit. I watch her for a moment, then turn back to my computer. I should have known that she wasn’t finished with whatever she had to say.
“Seen a lot of men come and go from here,” she announces.
Arching a brow, I slowly turn my head and look over to her again. She’s watching me, and it’s clear she has something to say.
“And?” I ask, when she doesn’t say anything right away.
“Be patient with her, Worm. She’s been through hell.”
Nodding my head, I don’t say anything as I turn back to my work. As I try to figure out this club and the way they operate, try to figure out how I’m going to be patient with Taylee and at the same time get her to open up to me from the inside out.
“Holy shit,” I whisper as I reach for my phone.
I got inside. I got inside of the goddamn clubhouse and I wish that I could pretend that I never saw this shit. I can’t look away, no matter how completely disgusted I am. Picking up my phone, I call Dragon, my gaze glued to my computer screen.
“Yeah?”
“You close to the clubhouse, I got into the Punchers’ main building.”
“The fuck you did?” he grunts.
I hum before I clear my throat. “You’re definitely going to want to see this,” I rasp.
“On my way, you recording it for later?”
I chuckle, then end the call. I am recording it, but I don’t think he’ll want to see it later. I wish that I wasn’t seeing it now. In fact, I hope that I never have to see anything like this again. These sick fucking bastards. The rumors are true and that is worse than imaginable.
I thought the Skulls were weird, keeping their women in cages, doing that whole submissive thing with them, but it’s nothing like this, nothing at all. I wish I could erase my whole fucking memory of this shit.
TAYLEE
Walking into the bar, I pause at the sight of Daniel sitting at one of the pub tables alone, two computers in front of him and a bottle of beer. I head toward him, far too curious about what he’s looking at than I should be. I stop a few feet away, my eyes glued to the screen, and I freeze.
I can’t look away.
My gaze is frozen at the scene in front of me.
He’s watching it, too. There is a woman lying on a table, a line of men at her legs. One after the other is thrust into her body over and over. They come on her stomach, then another walks right up to her, dick in his hand, and fucks her.
She’s looking to the side, but I can see her eyes, I know those eyes. They’re dead, she’s lost inside of her head, lost in a world that is better than the one she’s living in at this moment, I know because I was her a few months ago when Edward Walsh, when Hawk, was doing the same to me.
I start to tremble, losing count of how many men use this girl’s body. One, then another, then another, and then another. Daniel watches too, he doesn’t look away, he’s so intently watching that he doesn’t even realize I’m standing a few feet behind him.
I hear the door to the main room open, and I look to the side as Dragon walks into the room. Before he realizes I’m watching, I slowly back away against the dark shadowed wall, then I turn and head back to my room.
Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I look down at my lap and wonder if I read Daniel all wrong. Did I really get so fooled by his good looks and seeming charm that I missed the man that he is deep down inside?
Is this what this club is about? Did I completely misjudge him? Misjudge this whole club? I thought that they were rough and gritty, that they weren’t completely on the up-and-up, but they were at least good beneath it all.
Maybe they aren’t.
Maybe they were just pretending.
I have nowhere to go and nobody to run to for help either. Tears fill my eyes and for the first time since I was with Edward Walsh, I feel like I’m being held captive all over again. Except this time, I feel as if I’ve been betrayed even worse than when my own brother betrayed me.
Chapter Three
WORM
Once Dragon looks at the feed, he thankfully doesn’t make me go back to the beginning. He grunts, lifting his hand, and wraps his fingers around the back of his neck. Wordlessly, he watches for a few more minutes.
As he watches, all I can think about is Taylee. I haven’t seen her this morning and usually she’s out and about helping Pinkie with shit around here, which is the main reason I set up out here in the bar instead of in my room—I want to see her.
“Church in an hour,” he growls before he walks away.
Instead of shutting my system down, I move it into the room where we hold church and get it all set up there before I go in search of Taylee.
It isn’t hard to find her, she’s in the first place that I look, her bedroom. Knocking on the door, I push it open slightly and peek inside to see her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring straight ahead and unmoving.
“Tay?” I call out.
She doesn’t move, not even a flinch. Stepping inside, I close her door behind me and make my way toward her. Sinking down in front of her, I hesitate
