It’s my father.
I force my entire body to relax. His lips curve up at his absolute power over me.
The asshole.
“Demo’s daughter turns eighteen this weekend. New prospect is going to be in to observe, see if he can stomach it. I think it’s your turn to see your fate in a few months,” he says, his eyes lighting up with delight. “So that you’re not surprised.”
He’s a sick bastard.
I’ve never liked my father, but I just didn’t know what the feeling was. I thought I feared him, but that’s not it at all. I just have always hated him. I think you have to respect something or someone that you fear. I don’t respect him, not at all.
“You gonna answer me?” he growls, leaning forward, his eyes narrowing on me, clearly attempting to intimidate me.
Dipping my chin, I give him a false sense of submissiveness. It’s what feeds his ego. He wants everyone to submit to him. Always. I feed that ego, just biding my time, although my time is limited right now.
“I’ll be there,” I whisper.
He shakes my arm once before releasing it. “Good. You do this like a good girl and maybe I’ll let you pick from one of the single brothers, which one you want to be your Old Man. Usually, it’s his choice, but you’re my daughter and that has to have some perks, right?” he asks with a snort.
Perks.
Sure.
Being raped by dozens of men, then choosing one of those men to be your man and put his babies inside of you… gee, how lucky am I?
“Thank you,” I exhale.
“You doin’ your meals gig?” he asks.
Over the years, my dad stopped bitching about my Meals on Wheels charity work, I think he likes it now. Not that I’m doing charity work, but that the community sees the president of the Donkey Punchers MC’s daughter doing the charity work. It makes him look good, and there’s nothing Riot likes more than looking good to other people.
I answer him, then turn to walk away and head toward my car. I can feel someone watching me, it’s not my dad’s gaze, it’s stronger. He feels far more intense and maybe even more important than my father.
Once I’m in my car, only then do I look around and then I see who it is. It’s him. The new prospect. I guess I’ll find out next weekend what kind of man he is.
ONE WEEK LATER
JAGUAR
This club is fucked beyond recognition. When I shot Eagle and went to ground, I heard murmurings that the Donkey Punchers were involved with Charm’s family, with Angel Ramos junior and senior. I couldn’t let it go, I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t hear. I needed to know.
Then the rumors, the murmurings, they weren’t bullshit. They were real, except the reality was worse than any rumor I’d heard. They were taking girls, not women, girls. They had buyers for them, selling them to be used in the most horrific ways.
I couldn’t let that go. I couldn’t pretend that I hadn’t heard it. There was only one way, and one way only to get in good with the Savage Beasts again, and that was by infiltrating the Punchers and help take them down and out from the inside.
I’m not sure if my plan will work, but it’s my only hope for getting my family back. I made the biggest mistake of my fucking life and the only way I’m going to be able to fix it is if I prove my loyalty. Even then, they will have the right to end me.
“Tonight, one of our own turns eighteen,” Riot announces, his voice booming through the bar.
I won’t be participating in the events tonight. As a prospect, I haven’t earned that right and honestly, I think I’m perfectly okay with that. Especially since I can kind of guess where this is going. And it’s nothing that I want to be involved in.
The eighteen-year-old girl is wearing a short scrap of fabric that barely covers her body. And that’s not the most disturbing thing about this. Every single brother of the club is adjusting his dick. So, now I’m fairly certain I know where this is going. I know without a doubt that I’m not going to like it and it’s going to kill a part of me to pretend that I do.
Riot lifts his hand and calls over a man. He grunts, practically running over to him. I don’t recognize him, I haven’t memorized all of the members yet, but this is a member-only party and he’s wearing a cut with a rocker. He is definitely a local member.
“Demo, do you willingly give the Donkey Puncher MC your daughter?” Riot asks loud enough for the entire club to hear.
He nods his head once, clearing his throat, then turns from Riot to the men. “I give my daughter to the Donkey Punchers MC. She was born a Puncher, she belongs to the Punchers, and she is Riot’s to enjoy first.”
Enjoy.
My stomach twists, it curdles. My entire body jerks at the thought of what is about to happen. Shifting my gaze from Demo to the girl, I look at her.
I take her in.
Her eyes are for nobody but Riot though. I thought she would look terrified, that she would look dead inside, but instead, she is watching him with what I can only describe as admiration. That makes this whole thing a million times worse. She wants this. She feels special. She’s been fucking brainwashed.
“Begin,” Riot demands.
Demo reaches for her clothes and strips his own daughter in front of a room of grown-ass men. I want to look away, but I can feel Riot’s gaze on me. He’s sizing me up, waiting for my reaction to see if I’m as fucked up as he is.
I decide not to look at him, which is probably what
