Bred By the MC Prez by Sam Crescent Page 0,25

her stomach. This wasn’t just for a show though. After the man was done with Romy, coming inside her, Blade finished on her face, and other men came to take their places.

Over and over, Romy taunted her, told her how useless she was.

The words weren’t exactly lies. Her father had told her repeatedly she was good for nothing. This just confirmed it. While she’d been living in a fantasy land, Forge was in the real world. He wasn’t her prince, nor she was his princess. No, he was her owner.

He’d bought her.

She was nothing.

He couldn’t even bring himself to fuck her.

All of a sudden, the tension in the room mounted as one of the guys, a young prospect as his label was printed over the back of his jacket, came rushing in.

“Forge just killed Mel. He’s got the entire club at the gates. He wants his woman and Romy, now.”

Blade stood up, wiping his nose where he’d just sniffed some white powder. What the hell was happening? Forge had come for her?

“What?” Blade asked.

“He … he wants to talk to you.”

“Ah, this is going to be fun,” Blade said.

Beth screamed as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. The pain was intense as he marched her out of his clubhouse. Romy also came out, completely naked, like a queen, her head held high.

“Well, well, well, if it’s not Forge, the Hell’s Slaves MC prez himself.”

Beth looked at the man who was her owner. She wouldn’t allow herself to even daydream about what that meant, not anymore. They were over. She was nothing. She meant nothing.

“Blade, I should’ve known it was you. I mean, the only person I know to take in trash is trash.” Forge tutted. “You’ll give me back my woman now, and you’ll get to walk away with your life, for now.”

Blade laughed. “You think I don’t know how precious this one is to you?” He licked her cheek and Beth whimpered. Her cries filled the air.

“She’s so young, Forge,” Romy said, running a hand down Beth’s chest, pinching her nipples through her shirt.

Beth wanted them away from her, far away, but Blade wrapped his fingers around her neck.

“I want land, Forge. You’re going to give it to me, or I’ll take it out in this fat bitch’s ass. I hear she’s a virgin. I could break her in for you.”

Forge laughed.

Romy dropped her hand and Beth saw the frown cross her face as she looked at Blade. Whatever Forge had done had made the other woman nervous.

“Let me put this in a way you understand, give me my woman, and you may be able to save some of your money,” Forge said.

“Nice bluff.”

Forge cleared his throat. “You’re so predictable, Blade. While we’re having this nice little chat, I’ve got a kid on my team—he likes to play with fire—and well, we took out the women and men counting your cash, and he set fire to the room.”

The scent of smoke wafted toward them, and within the next second, Blade had thrown her to the ground and started to march back into his clubhouse.

Beth screamed as gunshots rang out. She was snatched from the ground. More shots rang out as she was pulled in a different direction.

“Hold me,” Forge said.

With his men guarding him, shooting at Blade’s men, Forge had captured her and now she was back on his bike.

Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her cheek against his back, counting to ten in an effort to calm herself down. She wasn’t dead. She was very much alive, but right now, she felt shallow, broken, shattered.

All her fantasies and daydreams were gone. She was nothing.

They rode all the way back to the clubhouse. She didn’t admire the scenery or allow herself to feel happy.

No one really wanted her. She was useless. A fat waste of space.

They entered Forge’s clubhouse and she climbed off the bike. She watched, amazed as with the last bike came in, the gates were locked, and she noticed the men guarding the gates.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand.

She walked with him, not fighting, even as her body protested.

One of the men had also taken Romy. Her hands were bound and she fought against the men.

“Let me go. Tell them, Beth. Tell them how I stopped them from hurting you.”

Beth couldn’t believe her ears.

Forge walked up to Romy and Beth gasped as he backhanded her. Romy fell to the floor, cupping her face as best she could with her bound hands.