Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,93

my lips with his surprised gasp. His glassy stare skipped over me.

“Evie…Evie, why are you here?”

“I’ll get you out of here. I promise.”

“No,” he moaned, his chest hitching. “No, I don’t want you here. Evie…You can’t be here.”

Tears choked my voice as I stroked the cowlick from his face. “I love you.”

His eyes were wild with terror, begging me to run—to save myself.

I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t.

A rough grip ripped me from Tony, whose outstretched hands stopped short of grabbing me. He snarled, yanked back by the chains.

A mouth whispered in my ear.

“Been waiting for you, Evie.” Ghost’s ruined face broadened with a predatory grin as his hands curled around my stomach. “So convenient of you to show up in a skirt. Let’s see if you’re wearing panties.”

His touch splayed over my thigh.

Tony hurled himself against his restraints.

I huddled against the wall, speechless.

Ghost’s thunderous expression and the menacing presence of the other bikers hinted they were beyond playful banter.

I had one option.

Fight.

“Stop it,” I demanded, my heart in my throat. “My dad will destroy you.”

“Your dad is in jail. Along with half the fucking club. Nobody’s coming to the rescue.” His smile was without malice, almost apologetic. “You have a debt to pay before I turn you into my wife—if I decide the money you’ll inherit when Costa is dead is worth it.”

“I don’t know,” the man behind me croaked. “After Costa dipped his dick in that?”

“Hmm. You might be right, Diesel.” Ghost’s head cocked as he peered at me. “Let’s rip off that shirt and see what’s underneath.”

My stomach clenched tight as they closed in, my only way out blocked by Cainan. Panic quaked through my limbs as he lifted my shirt, my fragile control cracked by one careless movement.

I swallowed hard. “I’m already married.”

“You’ll be widowed before long, and rich as hell.”

“I’m not marrying you.”

"So you'll be our plaything?" Ghost shrugged, exchanging glances with the other men. "Fine by me."

“Let me out, now.” My gaze jumped from man to man, searching for a frailty, one weakness I could exploit. “You can’t do this to one of your own. I grew up in the club!”

“I gave you a chance. You sicced Costa on me.” Ghost pressed his mouth to my neck, his voice smoothing like butter on toast. “So now you’ll put that sharp tongue to a sweeter use.”

I couldn’t push him off.

Ghost’s chest resisted my hands like an iron wall. My fists flew at him, and he absorbed every blow with a raised brow, revealing nothing but a vague amusement. He turned at the waist, flashing a get-a-load-of-this grin at the others.

They laughed.

Sons of bitches.

I lashed out like a cornered animal, beating him until acid ate my muscles and my fists were flayed meat. A vivid heat shot up my third knuckle to my elbow.

I gritted my teeth as Ghost balled my hands, pinning them over my head. His fingers were like zip ties. The utter dominance of my body gnawed at my sanity.

I’d never felt so out of control.

Helpless.

Tony thrashed at his restraints, bellowing a wounded sound over and over. A raw grief gripped my throat as Ghost stopped my escape with a fierce pinch of my injured wrist. There was nothing I could do—nothing against three adult men.

“Gentlemen,” growled Cainan in a low warning. “Until my buyers arrive and we make the trade, the girl belongs to me. Hands off.”

What was his angle?

Would he save us?

The ceiling rattled as Tony lunged at him, once again ripped back. Ghost’s low chuckle filled the space as he addressed the others in a playful tone.

“What do you think, guys? Should I let her go?”

The chorus of no bottomed my stomach.

“Three against one. Sorry.” He leaned in so close his breath gusted my cheek. “You’re going to be so much fun.”

I kicked, aiming for his balls.

He blocked me with a raised leg, tutting. His fingers gouged my flesh, shooting fire to my elbow. His brutal strength made my hands whiten, and his eyes flashed with a warning.

I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.

Block him out, my mind chanted. Hide.

My head filled with pictures of a sunny day at the beach, tiny grains of sand sticking to my feet, kelp wrapping my ankles. The images doused water on the blaze in my throat.

“My buyers are here.”

“Tell them to come on down.”

Cainan opened the door, and three men in suits descended into the room. He shook hands with them and gestured to Tony. “There he is, just as I promised. And the