Train's Clash (Biker Bitches 4) - Page 48

“No touch,” the small woman protested to no avail.

Kane slid himself out from her hands, using the grip he had on her wrist to twist her arm behind her back as he hopped off the table, forcing her to lean her upper body over the table.

“No,” the woman objected, whimpering in fear.

Killyama’s grip tightened on the curtain, unable to decide if this was part of the services the parlor offered.

The frightened cries escalated when Kane pulled the woman’s dress to her waist, about to sink his dick into the struggling masseuse.

Dammit, Killyama couldn’t watch the woman get raped.

When she started gasping at the forced weight of his hand that circled her throat, Killyama darted out from behind the curtain, pushing Kane off the crying woman.

“Who the hell are you?” Kane yelled as she helped the woman rise. “MAMA-SAN!”

Killyama held the woman as the mama-san ran into the room, Hammer rushing in behind her, restraining Kane. She couldn’t catch many of the words the mama-san spat at the terrified worker.

When she would have backhanded her, Killyama caught her hand.

“What’s going on in here?”

Kane’s yells had doors opening and closing as customers from other rooms fled.

“Is this a shake down? If you want my money, take it,” some stupide asshole asked.

“We don’t want your money,” Hammer barked at him before turning toward Killyama. “What happened?” His calm voice broke through all the other voices.

Seeing Kane’s diverted attention, Killyama used the opportunity to grab the cell phone, barely missing getting caught as Kane started dressing. Sliding it into her pocket, she quickly moved toward the door.

“Tell her this is too much happiness-ess for me. I’ll wait outside.” She turned her glare on Kane. “Fucker, next time you want something off the menu, ask first.” Bolting out of the room, Killyama ran down the hallway and through the back door.

Jonas, seeing her coming, got out of the Escalade. But before he could ask what happened, she told him to go help Hammer.

“Shit.” Jonas took off running inside the back of the parlor. She wanted to go back inside with him, but she didn’t want to be there when Kane discovered his cell phone was missing.

She was climbing into the backseat when she was hit from behind. Falling forward, she twisted over to see Kane was over her, the bastard’s face filled with fury.

He didn’t give her a chance to react before wrapping a coat hanger wire around her neck.

“Why watch me fuck someone when you can experience it for yourself, cunt?”

She tried to shove him off her, forcing herself to disconnect from the pain around her throat. However, she didn’t stand a chance of breaking his hold, and she would run out of air if she concentrated on breaking his grip.

Every lesson Hammer and Jonas had taught her flashed through her mind. Arching her body, she tried to shove Kane off her. When that didn’t work, she crossed her arms, reaching for his wrists. Managing to get her feet on the seat, she used her thighs to push Kane over her head. It didn’t work. The Escalade was big, but there wasn’t enough room for her to successfully perform the maneuver.

The wire around her neck twisted tighter, making her almost black out. Using her last chance at survival, she tried to hit him in the nose with the palm of her hand, but he blocked her, which meant he released the coat hanger.

Killyama couldn’t see what he was doing. By the time she saw the flash of a knife, she didn’t have time to respond. The searing pain in the same spot she had been shot two months ago filled her with agonizing pain.

Digging her nails into his wrist, she was able to keep him from plunging it any deeper, but her grip was becoming slippery from the blood oozing out of the wound.

He was ripping her pants off when Hammer jerked him off her, flinging him back. Then Kane ran as Jonas unwound the coat hanger, Hammer on his heels.

“Hammer! Get back here!” Jonas yelled, trying to help her sit up. “You need to drive us to the hospital!”

Seconds later, Hammer slammed the back door shut then jumped behind the wheel. “You okay, Rae?”

Gasping, she held her burning throat.

“Stop, let me see.” Jonas cussed when he saw the wound then asked Hammer to hand him the first-aid case out of the glove box.

Hammer passed it to Jonas. “I told you to wear the fucking Taser!” He drove expertly as he screamed at her.

“Give her time to catch her breath before you start yelling,” Jonas reproved him as he stemmed the blood on her shoulder. “Her throat’s a fucking mess.”

“Is it still there?” Killyama croaked out.

“What?” Jonas asked as he wrapped a bandage around her throat.

“Kane’s cell phone. Is it still in my pocket?”

Jonas helped her pull her pants back on. She was hurting too much to feel embarrassed.

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