Beth shook her head.
“I was supposed to be Forge’s old lady. Did you know that? The right was practically mine … until you showed up.” She smirked without humor. “Now I’m outcast, a single mother with no education and no way to support herself or her kids. My future was all mapped out but he traded me for a young, virgin pussy.” She chuckled. “He’ll do the same to you, so don’t think you’re fucking special.”
“I didn’t—”
Beth had never known her own mother, and the last thing she wanted to do was tear a family apart. This woman made her out to be a monster, but she was a victim in all this too.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, walking a partial circle around Beth. “The best woman got the honor, I’m sure. I just hope you can handle a beast like Forge. He’s no ordinary man.”
She ran a finger along Beth’s shoulder. The woman gave off a sinister vibe. A shiver rolled up Beth’s back, her fight-or-flight response growing stronger by the second. “I should go,” she whispered.
“Why? Not allowed to leave the club? Did you wander too far from their protective grasp?”
Beth began to back up. The woman was tall and skinny. Maybe she could take her if it came down to that. She’s never been in a fight, but she wouldn’t just stand there and become a victim. Forge told her he was going to teach her how to use a gun. The fact wasn’t going to help her now.
“You’re just a little girl. Barely able to call yourself a woman. But you’ve ruined so many lives. Are you going to apologize to my kids? Tell them you’re the reason they’re on the streets? Not having dinner tonight?”
“I never wanted to cause trouble,” said Beth.
As she continued to back away, she heard the rumble of a motorcycle coming from far down the treelined road. The satisfied look on the woman’s face filled Beth with dread. She turned to run, but the crazy woman grabbed her by the wrist and fought to keep her in place until the bike rolled forward, a white van pulling up behind it.
The biker got off this Harley and walked toward them. “This the one, Romy?”
“What do you think, Blade? Would you keep pussy like this at your club?”
He laughed. “A bit too much cushion for me, baby.” Blade slapped Romy’s ass and came face to face with Beth. He looked down at her, his blue eyes cold and hard.
“I was going to do what you asked and sneak in if Forge wasn’t there, but this little bitch came right to me like a stupid little puppy.”
“You did good. She’s exactly the leverage I need. If he traded for her like you said, she’s important. The ballgame just changed.”
He reached for her Beth’s cheek.
“Don’t touch me,” she said, leaning away.
Blade chuckled, but it turned into a cough. “You don’t call the shots, sister. And where you’re going, it ain’t going to be a vacation, I promise you that.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
Beth’s heart raced, the rush making her unsteady on her feet. She was well aware how ruthless bikers could be. She’d witnessed a lot of things she probably shouldn’t have at Forge’s club. This was the last position anyone would want to be in.
“Put her in the van,” he called out before walking toward his bike. The door to the white van opened and a heavy-set man struggled to descend. Adrenaline spiked through her veins. As soon as he turned his back to her, she bolted. Beth ran back down the road. She thought the gates were just ahead until she realized how far she’d wandered earlier. There were only trees everywhere with no sign of the club. She could have walked for miles and not realized it.
Beth crashed to the dirt road, the breath knocked out of her lungs, and her palms scraped. The heavy weight on her back rolled off and yanked her up to her feet. “Stupid fat bitch. We’re going to have fun with you tonight.”
She choked for air, holding her neck as he pulled her along.
“Forge,” she tried to call out. Her voice was hoarse. He smacked her upside the head and told her to shut up.
Fear tainted every fiber of her being. Would Forge even want her once she was violated in every way? He’d bought a virgin, after all. Beth kept dragging her heels, but they were at the white van within minutes. The last sound she remembered was the van door sliding shut.
****
“Is that for her?”
Forge stopped examining the piece of metal in his hand and turned to the voice. Dog smirked when they made eye contact.
“Mind your fucking business,” said Forge, slipping the little treasure into his pocket.