Page 40 of Link (Dragon Riders MC 1)
Tears crested my eyes as I laid there, helpless and alone. I prayed with all of my might that my sister caught that phone number I rattled off to her. But she had been in such a tizzy that I doubted it.
“I bet her ass is virginal. That’ll take the price up.”
“I’ll check all that shit when we get there. Before she gets dressed.”
My jaw quivered as the van hit pothole after pothole, jostling my body and making the migraine pulsing behind my eyes worse. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing this entire experience to go away. Hoping, praying, and wishing it weren’t true.
However, once we got to our final destination, the van door opened.
“Come here, you little bitch.”
I shrieked as a man grabbed my ankles. He pulled me to the edge of the van before I was tossed over his shoulder. I wiggled around, trying to get down from my perched position. But as he smacked, fondled, and played with my ass, it was clear to me that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Get your hands off me,” I growled.
And in answer to my demand, he smacked my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes.
“Ow,” I whimpered.
My tears blurred my vision. Doors crashed open as darkness descended upon us, patches of light giving me relief. But when the man carrying me sat me down into a chair, I looked up at him. He grinned down at me with scars all across his face, as if he had been burned by something. Then, he snapped his fingers.
And two men came running with knives to relieve me of my bondage.
“What do you want?” I asked.
The man didn’t say anything, though. All he did was hold out his hand before tossing something into my lap.
“Get dressed,” he said.
I looked down at the flimsy fabric in my lap as sensation rushed back into my fingers and my feet. Making it feel like I was being stabbed by a thousand needles at once.
I sniffled. “What?”
He shook his head as he reached for his gun, and he immediately pointed it at my head. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. For the gunshot. For the end. But he didn’t pull the trigger.
He simply pressed the barrel to my skin.
“Get. Dressed.”
My body shivered. “Okay. Okay. When I can feel my feet, I’ll stand and—”
“Now!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”
He chuckled. “Good little bitch.”
I bit back what I really wanted to say as I fondled the strings on the pathetic outfit they had tossed into my lap. It wasn’t quite a bikini, but it sure as hell wasn’t a dress, either. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but I tried untangling it none the less. I stood to my bare feet the second I regained feeling in them. I held up the outfit, making sure I knew how it worked before I looked back over at the man.
The man forcing me to get into this thing at gunpoint.
These men really were going to sell me off.
And I had no way to get in touch with Link.
Please remember, Hope. Please remember, Hope. Please remember, Hope.
Then, I set the stringed outfit down and reached for the belt around my waist. Before I slipped it off and proceeded to unzip my pencil skirt.
While the man with the gun cased me with his salivating eyes.15LinkI cracked my neck and let out a satisfied sigh. Life felt grand. I hadn’t felt this good in ages, and I reveled in it. I reached for my beer as I sat at my desk. With my leather jacket hanging on the hook by my office door, I sipped the cold, bold drink and enjoyed how it slid down my throat. I closed my eyes and grunted. I stretched my legs out beneath my desk and locked my hands behind my head. Life was good. I got my woman, I freed her sister, and I finally got to stick it to that asshole of a president that was more of a joke than anything else.
But just like it always did in this lifestyle, my bubble quickly burst the second my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.
“This better be good,” I murmured.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and mindlessly picked it up.
“Yep?” I asked.
A shuddered voice sounded in my ear. “Link?”
I furrowed my brow. “Who is this?”
I pulled the phone out to see what number was calling me as sniffles sounded in the receiving end of the phone call.
“Link, thank fuck. I dialed your number a million times before I finally got it right.”
I stood from my chair. “Who is this?”
She whimpered. “It’s Hope. Joanna’s sister. They—they have her. Link, they took her. Because of me.”
My blood froze in my veins. “Who took her? Hope?”
Then, my office door burst open and revealed a wide-eyed Sly with his hands balled up into fists.
