Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
She gave him all the details. “You promise you won’t hurt her?”
“I don’t have a reason to.” He clicked his cell phone. “But I can make sure it looks like you just took off. Fickle young girls do it every day.”
Ally shook her head. “No, you don’t understand. Becky won’t believe that.”
“For your sake, you better hope she does.” He put his cell phone down. “I take it we have a deal?”
She had never belonged to anyone. There was a long list of things she hadn’t done in her life. Never dated. Never been kissed. Sloppy gropes from customers didn’t count, not even for a second. But sex with this man terrified her. He’d rip her apart, take everything she valued away from her. She’d be like one of the whores lurking around the entrance to the club, and that wasn’t who she was.
“I agree, but I have conditions!” She spoke fast, holding her hand up as if in surrender.
“You’re a woman. I didn’t expect anything less.”
He sounded bitter. Already Lord judged her based on the women he’d been with before. Ally was certain he’d never been with anyone like her.
“I can’t get pregnant,” she said. “I’m not on the pill, so you’re going to have to use condoms.”
“Not a chance. You think I’m going to give up the opportunity to be inside virgin pussy?”
“You’re vulgar, and if you think I’m letting you give me anything—”
“I’m clean, but don’t worry, I’ve got a doctor who can get you the necessary pills.” He was on his cell phone again.
“Wait a second, I’m not finished.”
“Hurry up,” he said, not even looking at her.
“You can’t beat me, cut me, or mark me in any way,” she said. “I don’t like pain.”
He looked up, brow raised. “What kind of sicko do you take me for?” he asked. She didn’t answer. “Is that it?”
Nothing else came to mind, and she nodded.
What the fuck had she done?
Chapter Four
Lord left the building. Brick was on him within minutes.
“What happened with the girl?”
“She’s in my office.”
“And?”
“And nothing. I’m keeping her … until I tire of her, anyway.”
Brick raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“It’s not exactly your MO.”
It was true Lord usually liked things cleaned up quickly. No loose ends. It was completely out of the ordinary for him to keep an enemy of the club around, one he’d planned to torture and kill.
Of course, Brick was taken off guard. He couldn’t understand it himself.
“I’m full of surprises today, ain’t I? Get one of the girls to bring her food. No one touches her, make sure of it.”
“Where you going?”
“The gym.”
He didn’t plan on changing his schedule for Ally. In fact, he needed to clear his head more than ever right now. He’d made a deal with the devil and wasn’t sure if it was the right decision. The things he wanted to do to that virgin body were unholy. But he was heading to the gym instead of dragging her to his bedroom. When had he grown a conscience?
Lord began adding weight to the bar, fitting on the rings one at a time, heavy metal clanging against metal. A couple of brothers were working out in the back, but they kept to themselves. When he lifted, he liked to zone out. He wasn’t there for chitchat.
Just before he started his reps, Reaper came rushing into the room.
“We have a problem, Lord,” he said. “One of the Skull Nation boys.”
“What now?”
“One of our girls from the whorehouse up north was slashed in the face. The fucker told her she could work for them or die.”
“Work for them?”
“They’re trying to take over the entire town.”
Lord shook his head. “Wait a minute.” He pointed a finger. “Where was her protection? The whorehouse has at least six brothers keeping watch over the girls.”
“I don’t have all the details.”
The little northern town wasn’t of value in itself, but it was waterfront and droves of tourists flocked to the beachfront on a continuous basis. They owned the town, and business was thriving. From sex to drugs, it was a cash cow. Now the Skull Nation MC wanted to move in on their turf, and Lord wouldn’t stand for it. His men who’d fucked up and let this unfold would pay. He’d make sure of it. The Straight to Hell MC was supposed to be on top of their game. This never should have happened.
“Where’s the girl now?”
“Out front. Gabriel drove her down.”
He took one last look at his weights and exhaled his displeasure. Lord slung a hand towel over his shoulder and followed Reaper out of the gym.
Several bikes roared in the yard, Gabriel and the whore from up north the center of attention. Lord walked up to her and grabbed her face by the chin, turning her head from side to side. The knife slash would leave a nasty scar, but she looked otherwise unscathed.