There’s a moment of silence, then he speaks and his question is one of the most important ones I’ve ever answered, probably in my life.
“When this is done, you want back in?”
I want to ask him if I’m out, but I already know the answer to that and know that I am. I did something unforgivable. I tried to kill one of my own brothers.
“I’ll pay whatever price I need to pay. Whatever that looks like. If there’s a way to get back, I’d bend over backward. But I understand if there isn’t.”
“We’ll see what happens. You help us out on this, you stay on the up-and-up and we’ll see. Stay in contact, be present. Give me everything. We’ll go from there.”
“You’ll get shit for this,” I point out.
“Let me handle it, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Ending the call, I stare at my phone and wonder what the fuck I’m going to do. Pretending to be part of this game, part of this club is eating at me day by day. It is beginning to own me in a way that I don’t like.
Pammy wasn’t really correct when she said she was next. There’s someone before her. Next month. I’ve already been told that I’ll have my shot. I’ve earned it apparently and my stomach is in knots just thinking about it.
I love sex.
I love fucking clubwhores, party girls, whoever. I love it rough, and I know I’ve taken it too far before. I took it too far with Della more than once. I’ve never felt as guilty about it as I do now. She didn’t deserve the shit I gave her and yet I kept dealing it out.
I didn’t love her. I just wanted to keep her. I wanted her and I didn’t know how to hold on to her, not without controlling her and keeping her down and under my thumb. If I not only survive this whole fucking Donkey Puncher shit, then the Savage Beasts, I’m going to apologize—something I’ve never done before.
ONE MONTH LATER
PAMELA
My father calls me into his office and I inhale a deep breath, holding it for a moment before I release it and walk toward the room. Walking past the bar, I feel a finger graze my thigh. My step falters and I look over my shoulder to see Dylan sitting just a few feet away.
Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as I watch him. He’s got one of the clubwhores sitting on his lap, but he’s not touching her and she’s fully dressed. His eyes though, those deep eyes, they are focused on me and nowhere else.
He smirks at me, but doesn’t say or do anything else. Licking my lips, I turn and walk away from him and stay on the path toward my destination.
My father is sitting behind his desk, his head tipped down as he looks at something in front of him. When he senses my entrance, he lifts his head. His eyes search mine for a long moment as I stand uncomfortably across from him.
I expect him to say something, but he doesn’t, not for a long time. The moments tick by in silence as I watch him—waiting. He does this when he’s trying to intimidate someone. He does this to keep someone guessing and nervous, to catch them off guard.
It doesn’t work with me.
He scares me, but I know without a doubt I’m safe until the day I turn eighteen.
His men have been salivating over me for almost eight years, there is no way in hell they would be okay with him doing anything to me that would jeopardize their night of fun, their night of rape, something that they have decided they’ve earned in their twisted world.
“There’s shit going down. Stay in the clubhouse. No more Meals on Wheels until I give you the okay.”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I look down at my sandal-covered feet and I inhale a deep breath before I lift my gaze to meet his.
“Okay.”
“Stay down in the basement, yeah?”
I loathe the basement.
A shiver runs down my spine at the idea of staying down there. Nodding my head, I turn and start to walk away from him. He calls my name when I’ve reached the door and I pause, looking back over my shoulder at him.
His eyes slide up and down my body, then stop when they connect with my own. “You got four weeks. Don’t fuck this up and don’t make me look bad. You better bleed, understand?”
A virgin.
He’s expecting me to be a fucking virgin. That is what he’s worried about? Sick bastard.
“I won’t disappoint you, Daddy,” I whisper.
His lips twitch and when he doesn’t say anything else, I take the opportunity to leave—quickly. I walk as fast as I can toward my bedroom and I pack a small bag. Tears stream down my face as I throw my shit into a bag. It doesn’t matter what I take down there. I’ll be there for a month, then I’ll be used and given to someone as a fucking prize.
Chapter One
JAGUAR
It’s time.
I knew it would happen soon, but I had hoped that they could hold off a few more weeks. I can’t blame the Beasts. Not at all. I would have done the same, I’m surprised that Dragon could hold them off this long, to be honest. The Punchers started a war and the Beasts are going to swiftly end it.
Riot shouts out an order that sends a chill down my spine. “Everyone in the clubhouse, it’s time to initiate Pamela.”
“She’s not eighteen,” one of the men announces.
Riot grins. “We gotta get the fuck out of here, and fast, but we’re taking her first.” I hear Riot scream to his men as people run around. They’re loading up their shit, throwing guns and ammo in the backs of trucks, then they start gathering women and throwing them in cars.
“What the fuck?” I bark, turning to Demo.
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