through her. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Racking my brain for some way to bargain with the General, I knew if he killed me tonight, she’d be on her way back to Manul, and the General would be one hundred grand richer. I had to find another way out. Even though Cowboy had messed up by trusting Anarchy, the bitch loved him. I didn’t think she’d let him die tonight. Being the General’s daughter, she had a big in with him. Bones, I didn’t know who in Arizona had anything for him, so I hoped Skitter would vouch for his worth, at least his net worth.
We made it to Tucson before sunrise. Emery was taken from my arms, and I was hooded—there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted Freedom to shoot cheese holes through us all. Knowing the place so well, I could tell they were walking us to the barn, where our killing went down. Placed on my knees, my hands were cuffed. I heard, and counted two other cuffs clicking. Where was Emery?
Chapter 10
Emery
The men who’d caught us put a hood over Scar’s head and took him away. I was taken by the women to the clubhouse. “Jessy Bell will take care of you,” one of the unnatural red heads told me, shoving me forward. Her hair was pulled into such a tight ponytail, her eyes were squinting.
“What’s going to happen to Scar?”
She leered, “Nothing ‘til morning and nothing he won’t survive. But you, you’re going to work tonight. Rest up.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but figured I’d be doing up the dishes and such until Jessy Bell took me aside, telling me I’d be whoring.
“No, I don’t think so.”
The red head laughed at us, looking too pleased.
We were locked into Jessy Bell’s bedroom while the red heads guarded the door. I looked out the window wondering where they took Scar. We were on the second floor as the clubhouses seemed to all be the same. There was no way to escape. The mama searched through her closet, sliding hangers and threw me some sexy pajamas. “You’re not getting in my bed in your leathers.”
I stared at the pink frilly outfit at my feet. “I’ll just sleep on the floor, thanks.”
“Nonsense. You need to rest up. Tomorrow’s Friday. Everyone will be here.”
“I’m not having sex with anyone. I’m Scar’s.” I showed her my property patch, painfully taking off the bandage.
“Well, aren’t you special,” she sneered, and then chuckled to herself. “Guess you don’t know shit. Scar’s being punished, and you’re part of that. I’m sorry. Just hope it’s only for one night.”
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t know, but they won’t kill him. That bitch guarding the door, Freedom, won’t let her daddy kill him. And believe me, she has the General wrapped around her middle finger.”
“Why won’t she let the General kill him?”
“You don’t know?” She looked like she was dying to tell me.
I shook my head, no, not sure if I wanted to know.
“He was supposed to marry that cunt, Freedom, but something happened. None of us knows what. He probably caught on to the fact she’s a bat shit crazy bitch. He went Nomad and in a fit of rage Freedom married Hannibal right after he took Scar’s place as VP.”
“Hannibal?”
“Her daddy’s other favorite. His family has been in the Gods since the beginning. If it weren’t for some shit that went down long ago, Hannibal would have been the Prez. someday. So, the General’s always kept him close. Now that he’s part of the family, things have settled down within the club. Well, until this week.”
I didn’t care about Hannibal or any of the club boloney. I was still thinking of Scar’s wellbeing. “So, she still loves him and that’s why he won’t be killed?”
“Freedom doesn’t love anything but herself. But she wants him mighty bad. That and the General thinks of Scar as his own. He’ll get a slap on the wrist,” she said as she rolled her eyes and shrugged one shoulder.
Fuck, he’d
We made it to Tucson before sunrise. Emery was taken from my arms, and I was hooded—there was nothing I could do about it unless I wanted Freedom to shoot cheese holes through us all. Knowing the place so well, I could tell they were walking us to the barn, where our killing went down. Placed on my knees, my hands were cuffed. I heard, and counted two other cuffs clicking. Where was Emery?
Chapter 10
Emery
The men who’d caught us put a hood over Scar’s head and took him away. I was taken by the women to the clubhouse. “Jessy Bell will take care of you,” one of the unnatural red heads told me, shoving me forward. Her hair was pulled into such a tight ponytail, her eyes were squinting.
“What’s going to happen to Scar?”
She leered, “Nothing ‘til morning and nothing he won’t survive. But you, you’re going to work tonight. Rest up.”
I didn’t know what she meant, but figured I’d be doing up the dishes and such until Jessy Bell took me aside, telling me I’d be whoring.
“No, I don’t think so.”
The red head laughed at us, looking too pleased.
We were locked into Jessy Bell’s bedroom while the red heads guarded the door. I looked out the window wondering where they took Scar. We were on the second floor as the clubhouses seemed to all be the same. There was no way to escape. The mama searched through her closet, sliding hangers and threw me some sexy pajamas. “You’re not getting in my bed in your leathers.”
I stared at the pink frilly outfit at my feet. “I’ll just sleep on the floor, thanks.”
“Nonsense. You need to rest up. Tomorrow’s Friday. Everyone will be here.”
“I’m not having sex with anyone. I’m Scar’s.” I showed her my property patch, painfully taking off the bandage.
“Well, aren’t you special,” she sneered, and then chuckled to herself. “Guess you don’t know shit. Scar’s being punished, and you’re part of that. I’m sorry. Just hope it’s only for one night.”
“What’s going to happen to him?”
“I don’t know, but they won’t kill him. That bitch guarding the door, Freedom, won’t let her daddy kill him. And believe me, she has the General wrapped around her middle finger.”
“Why won’t she let the General kill him?”
“You don’t know?” She looked like she was dying to tell me.
I shook my head, no, not sure if I wanted to know.
“He was supposed to marry that cunt, Freedom, but something happened. None of us knows what. He probably caught on to the fact she’s a bat shit crazy bitch. He went Nomad and in a fit of rage Freedom married Hannibal right after he took Scar’s place as VP.”
“Hannibal?”
“Her daddy’s other favorite. His family has been in the Gods since the beginning. If it weren’t for some shit that went down long ago, Hannibal would have been the Prez. someday. So, the General’s always kept him close. Now that he’s part of the family, things have settled down within the club. Well, until this week.”
I didn’t care about Hannibal or any of the club boloney. I was still thinking of Scar’s wellbeing. “So, she still loves him and that’s why he won’t be killed?”
“Freedom doesn’t love anything but herself. But she wants him mighty bad. That and the General thinks of Scar as his own. He’ll get a slap on the wrist,” she said as she rolled her eyes and shrugged one shoulder.
Fuck, he’d
Similar Books
The Evil That Men Do: FBI Profiler Roy Hazelwood's Journey Into the Minds of Sexual Predators
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood
