Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
I leaned forward, bringing my face close to hers. “With all due disrespect, fuck you,” I growled.
She shoved the blue pill in my mouth, and Carter held my head back, my jaw closed until I was forced to swallow the damn thing. She smirked then. “Let the fun begin, Ash.”
I licked my tongue along the top row of my teeth before baring them at her. “Do your fucking worst,” I dared her.
She stood to her full height then, and Carter crouched in front of me, pulling out a sharp, shiny knife. I buried my fear. If bleeding meant Beck and Clarke remained safe, then I’d let them bleed me out.
No price was too high to pay.
I tilted my head to the side the slightest bit, antagonizing him. I hated playing the waiting game—always had. He liked to draw things out, and back then, I had. But now, I was older. Stronger. More resilient. I could take whatever he dished out. “I’m getting bored,” I drawled.
His lip curled in disgust. “Prepare yourself to lose that fight inside you, Ashy baby,” he said, his tone darkening. “I plan to bleed it out.”
Vomit rushed up my throat when the first slice began, starting at the base of my cock and slowly working its way up to the base of my throat. I barely swallowed the bile down and closed my eyes, forcing myself not to tense. To stay relaxed. Tensing would only make it hurt worse.
Over and over again, that knife sliced through my skin like butter. My stomach threatened to revolt every time, but I tamped it down, trying to find my happy place like I used to do when I was a kid. Back then, it was a beach I’d gotten to read about in the only book I’d been allowed to read back then. I read that book so many times, I could probably recite it word for word from memory if I tried hard enough. The beach in that book had been beautiful with white sand, crystal clear blue waters, and laughing, loving families.
Now, my happy place was back in that safe house with Beck and Clarke.
By the time I was soaked in my own blood and Sara was sinking onto my now hard cock, I’d sunk deep into my head, a small smile playing on my lips as I imagined it was Clarke riding my cock. That it was her fingers clinging to my shoulders. Her nails digging into my skin. I imagined it was Beck forcing my thighs open and his fingers toying with my balls.
And when my cum was forced from my body against my will, I imagined it was Clarke I was potentially breeding. Imagined her voice in my ear instead of Sara’s.
22
Beck
I clutched Clarke in my arms, holding her tightly as we crossed over the Mexico-US border back into the United States.
We were heading back to the Fathers of Mayhem MC with an entourage of Alejandro Garcia’s men with us. Three men were in the vehicle with us—the driver, the passenger, and the guy sitting on the driver’s side on the bench seat with me and Clarke. All three of them were armed, and the one in the passenger seat and the one sitting next to us were holding assault rifles between their parted thighs.
Three vehicles full of Alejandro’s men followed behind us, and two were riding in front of us.
And Ash… Ash wasn’t with us.
Once Clarke and I were safe, they went back for Tank, but he was gone. I’d done my best to eavesdrop on their conversation when the group that went back for him had come back empty-handed. All I’d been able to make out was blood, missing, and no trail. When Clarke had demanded I tell her what I’d heard, she’d… well, she’d fucking lost it. Screaming. Crying. Panicking. One of the men had sedated her because she refused to get in the car without Tank. But there was nothing we could do, and she needed to get the fuck out of the area. I wouldn’t let them get their hands on her again.
I didn’t want to leave Tank behind, but I also couldn’t let Clarke potentially get captured again. So, I’d swallowed down all my fear, all my tears, and I’d climbed into the SUV with her slumped body in my arms.
I had to have faith they would find Tank. I knew his family wouldn’t stop until he was back home.
I just hoped he was still in one piece. Because if they’d taken him… chances were, he was being tortured.
And that realization made my stomach violently turn.
I was exhausted down to my bones by the time we rode through the clubhouse gates, but every time I shut my eyes, all I could picture was Tank telling me he loved me before he walked out that fucking bedroom door.