Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I kept my face stoic, emotionless. But my finger hovered over the trigger of the pepper spray can.
“Not scared, are you, little bitch?” Taker asked, tilting his head.
I forced my chin up, narrowed my eyes, and said, “Get the hell away from me.”
That only made the three of them laugh.
“Oh, a sassy little bitch, isn’t she?” one of the douchebags behind Taker tacked on.
The fucker in front of me took another step forward, forcing me back a step, so I was at an odd angle and partially leaning on the truck’s cab. “Let’s see if she keeps using that mouth when I got her on her knees and my dick shoved down her throat.”
Panic roared to life inside of me, but still, I kept my composure. “Fuck with me and find out, asshole.”
Taker reached out and curled his fingers around a lock of my hair, twisting it in his fist hard enough I felt it pulling sharply at my scalp.
I yanked my head to the side, trying to dislodge his grip, but he held tight, dragging me closer. His breath reeked of booze and smoke, and I gagged.
“Let’s send a little message to the Reapers and fuck her,” the other guy murmured.
The one who had stayed silent until now spoke up, “She might just be a dirty club bitch, and they won’t give a shit if she’s roughed up.”
Taker, still gripping my hair, smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.”
I was shaking with a bitter anger that rivaled all other times I’d been furious in my lifetime. I wasn’t stupid—I knew how this worked. The Black Death MC was like any other rival club. They’d hurt and draw blood and not worry about dealing with the repercussions until later.
They didn’t just want to scare me. They wanted to hurt me, to send a message that was covered in blood and dripping with devious intent.
I needed to get in the truck and get back to the clubhouse. All I saw was survival and the red hue of fury tinting my vision as I pulled the pepper spray out and pointed it at Taker’s face. He expected my attack and yanked my head to the side so hard I cried out in pain when the side of my face slammed against the doorframe.
My precision with the spray was sloppy, since I couldn’t see for a moment, but I still aimed the best I could and pressed down on the trigger. I heard male grunts and curses. Then the pressure on my hair was gone as the asshole stumbled back while coughing, one of the bikers behind him beginning to vomit. My vision was blurry, from the impact against the car and from my eyes watering being this near the irritating defense, and I felt a trickle of what I assumed was blood trail down my cheek.
For good measure, I aimed again and sprayed, drenching all three so they fell to their knees and frantically rubbed their eyes while heaving in agony.
I was in the truck and peeling away before I even knew I was doing it, glancing in the rearview mirror with still-hazy vision and trying to make out the carnage I’d instilled. I didn’t even know where I was going at first, and it was only when I was pulling into Knox’s driveway, cutting the engine, and staring at his small house that I realized my instincts had brought me here.
Instincts that knew this man would help me.
Instincts telling me I needed him and now.
I stood in front of his door, my hand poised to knock, when suddenly it was thrown open. Knox stood there staring at me, wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging sweats.
I was gasping, adrenaline starting to crash inside me, when Knox reached for me.
“Kelsie?” He gently cupped my chin and turned my head to the side. I knew he was looking at what happened back in the parking lot. The side of my face felt swollen, was no doubt bruised, and I felt the blood drying on my flesh.
His grip was firm but careful as he scanned me with wild, murderous eyes. “Who did this? Who the fuck dared lay their hands on you?”
I exhaled and squeezed my eyes shut. “It was…” I gathered my composure. “It was a few members of the Black Death MC.” I knew I’d been strong back in that parking lot, but I was wilting from my emotions and beginning to shiver uncontrollably.
He crushed me to him, cradling me like he thought I’d mentally break. Maybe I was acting like I would? My face was pressed into his chest, and the scent of everything that was Knox filled me… calmed me.
His whole body was tight, as if his rage had turned him to solid rock.
“The things I knew they’d do to me….” I trailed off.