Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra

sure Adriana isn’t hurt when the shit goes down,” I said.
    “Same here,” said Tank. “I want to see that fucker pay.” He looked at Misty, who was listening in. “What do we do about her?”
    “Hey, I’m innocent in all of this,” she said quickly. “I mean, at least this thing with Adriana.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Misty,” I said, my patience for her long gone.
    “I just can’t believe you did all of this because of Breaker,” said Tank, staring at her in disgust. “A convicted rapist. What kind of demented human being are you?”
    “You can’t help who you love and… I swear to God, I didn’t tell Mud anything about Adriana or Brandy,” she said, crying again. “He wanted to know about your club’s business affairs. I didn’t even know much about that. I barely gave him any information. I swear to you…”
    Slammer laughed coldly. “That’s all, huh? You’ve been spying on us since the day I hired you! Feeding them information. You’re lucky we don’t put a bullet in your head.”
    Her eyes widened. “No, I wasn’t spying on you back then. I met Breaker after you hired me.”
    “It doesn’t matter one way or another,” he replied. “You’ve fucked us over and now you’re going to help us fuck Mud over. You feel me?”
    She nodded quickly. “Yes. Whatever you want. I’ll do it.”
    “Damn right you will,” I said angrily. “And if Adriana dies, you’re as good as dead yourself.”

Chapter Twenty-one
     
     

     
    Mentally exhausted from everything that had happened to me that day, I fell asleep in the van. A couple of hours later, I woke to the sound of the door being opened. My back was stiff and sore from lying on the hard floor, but I moved away from the back door quickly, frightened of what they were planning to do with us.
    “Wakey, wakey,” said Skull, smiling coldly in the moonlight. “Your limo ride has come to an end, I’m afraid.”
    “Fuck you,” mumbled Brandy.
    “Let’s wait and get you cleaned up first,” he said, winking at her. “Then we’ll talk about it.”
    “I’d rather die than let you touch me,” she said, glaring at him.
    “That can also be arranged.” He pulled out a gun and pointed it at us. “Get out. Now.”
    We obeyed, although Brandy moved very slowly, which irritated Skull.
    “Come on, we don’t have all day,” he muttered, waving the gun. “Get that ass moving, bitch.”
    “She’s hurt,” I said, sliding out of the van. I looked up at him. “Someone obviously beat the hell out of her.”
    “She’s fine. Just a few bruises,” he answered, peering at her face in the darkness. “Maybe now the cunt will follow orders without any lip.”
    “Cunt?” Brandy got out of the van and I watched in horror as she spit in his face.
    “You fucking bitch!” he hollered and backhanded her.
    Stumbling backwards, she put her hands to her face and began to cry.
    I rushed to her side and touched her arm. “You okay?”
    “Don’t touch me,” she hissed, jerking away from me.
    “I’m just trying to help.”
    “I don’t need it,” she replied, looking away.
    “God, I should just shoot you now,” snapped Skull, wiping his face off. “We don’t really need you anyway.”
    Just then, two other men rushed around the van, both of them pointing their guns at us.
    “What’s the problem?” asked one of them.
    “That bitch spit in my face,” said Skull, motioning toward Brandy.
    “Yeah, but look at what you did to hers!” I cried surprising myself. “You beat the shit out of her and you’re whining because she spit on your face?”
    He took a step toward me and the look on his face chilled me to the bone. “Don’t start with me, bitch. You’ll be next. I don’t give a fuck who you are, either.”
    Knowing what he was capable of, I held my tongue and looked away.
    “Now, enough with the bullshit and get walking. Both of you,” said Skull, motioning toward a shoddy two-story building with a red door and a sign that read