Again, the pain.
She ignored it.
Moving toward the desk, she took a sheet of paper and the pen he offered. It didn’t need to be a long letter, but she knew without a doubt how she wanted to do this. After writing it out, she signed it and handed it over to Forge.
He read over it and looked up at her.
“What?”
“I know.”
Forge gave the letter to Dog. Rather than be silent, he read it out loud. “I know this is going to come as a shock to everyone, but I’m tired of being thought of as a club whore. I’m not. I’ve never been with a man. I’m a virgin, and I no longer wish to be part of this club. Stay away from me. Sable.” Dog looked up at her with confusion.
“In case you were wondering, it’s true. I’ve never been with a man.” She turned on her heel and left the clubhouse.
Chapter Three
“If they find out, she’s dead,” said Dog. “You do realize that?”
Forge shook his head. “They won’t act without my permission.”
It had been two nights. Two fucking nights. Sable was gone, and there were already rumors stirring around the club. Talk of her encounter with Hank had fueled speculation that she’d sold out. It was all part of Forge’s plan, but Dog didn’t like it. The Hell’s Slaves MC were deadly when it came to revenge.
Forge cracked open a beer, not a fucking worry in the world. Sparks from the bonfires danced into the night sky.
Dog ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth. “That girl knows nothing about civilian life. She was born within these walls. It’s the only life she knows.”
“Which is why she’s ready to sacrifice for the club,” said Forge. “Now, get laid or grab a beer. This conversation is boring me.”
There was no point reasoning with the prez. Forge always put club matters first, and so did Dog, but Sable shouldn’t be used as a pawn. They were supposed to protect their own, even if they were club pussy.
Dog left the yard and took the stairs two at a time to get to his room. He kept replaying what Sable had said before she left. What she’d written in her letter.
It wasn’t possible that she was twenty-six and had never fucked a brother. How could she be a club whore and a virgin? It didn’t make sense. But he’d seen the sincerity and pain in her eyes when she’d said the words.
He wished he could turn off his emotions and do his damn job. He’d lived a violent life and not caring or thinking twice had been a benefit when it came to life in the Hell’s Slaves MC.
Sable made him weak.
He kept envisioning her in the rented house, that fucking prick drooling all over her. Without the protection of the club, Hank had no reason to hold back, no reason to keep his filthy hands to himself.
Dog slammed his fist down on his dresser.
Once they had information on Luther Grass, Sable would be free to come home. He had to do something to get the ball rolling. They’d talked about getting a club whore to fuck around with Grass so they could blackmail the perfect family man into leaving the club alone. Now Forge had changed all their plans, and Sable was in the middle of it.
Dog thought of Honey. That bitch was always begging to be fucked. She wouldn’t think twice about seducing and entrapping Grass. As club VP, she’d never question him if he asked her to seduce him.
He stared down into the yard. Forge and the boys were having a good time—laughing, drinking. The bass from the music rattled the loose bullets on his nightstand. All he could think about was Sable. Even if he got Honey to play along, Forge would still be pissed off that he went over his head. He was in a fucked-up situation.
Dog took a shower to calm himself down. The cold water helped stave off the war waging inside of him. When had he grown a damn conscience? He should be sitting in the yard with his brothers, enjoying the good life.
One thing for certain, he wouldn’t sleep tonight, and he didn’t want to spend another night worrying about her. He went straight to the prez. Dog was too loyal to the club to have a secret agenda, so he’d put it out there in the light.
“I’m heading to town to check on Sable,” he said.
Forge looked him dead in the eyes. “Keep your distance.” Then he added, “Take Redneck with you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“You said yourself, he’s still green. Maybe you can teach him a thing or two.” Forge smirked then returned to his conversation. Dog ground his teeth. Fucking Redneck was already standing up.
He jerked his head to signal the young enforcer to follow him. They prepared their bikes for a night drive, making sure they were gassed up and packing heat in case there was trouble.