Monster A Dark Arranged Marriage Romance - Vanessa Waltz Page 0,95

pitted my stomach, mingling horribly with a climbing dread. Acid shot up my throat. I swayed, fingers scraping his leather cut.

Fingers.

I had weapons, too. Ten of them.

My thumbs shot into his eye sockets. I gouged them hard. He shouted, rearing back, teeth flashing, but I gripped his skull like a barnacle, shoving my fingers as deep as they’d go.

Someone grabbed me in a chokehold. A fat, hairy bicep squeezed my throat, ripping me off Ghost. The room exploded with my voice as Ghost recovered, rubbing his eyes.

“You’re not touching me ever again! I’ll blind you before I let you fuck me. You hear me? You sick, disgusting, pervert.” My gaze bounced from Ghost’s red-eyed menace to the dipshit beside him. “Try it again, you fucking—”

The arm pressing on my throat cut me off.

“Thanks,” said Ghost to Diesel. He lowered his tone as he faced me. “So you have some fight in you. Good.”

“You all right?” Diesel asked.

“I’m fucking fine, just surprised.” Ghost tossed his head, glaring at me. “Who taught you to fight like that, you little cunt? Was it your dad?”

Being lectured on violence by this piece of shit was really rich. I wanted to call him out on it, but the arm crushing my windpipe prevented any speech. My lungs burned as I fought to grab him, sinking my nails into his flesh but barely gaining air.

I gasped, clawing his arm.

Even if somebody outside heard the screaming, they’d be slow to call the police. You didn’t rat on Legion MC and expect to live.

Ghost glanced at the door. Shrugging, he turned back to me. “There’s no help coming. None that I can’t destroy, anyway—Diesel, ease up on her throat. I don’t enjoy fucking cadavers.”

Air streamed into my lungs as the pressure on my windpipe disappeared. I sucked in greedily, the world spinning back into focus as Diesel traced the underside of my breast.

Heat flared in my cheeks. I tried to contract, a vain attempt to shield my body from their roaming eyes, but Diesel’s iron grip prevented even the slightest struggle.

I closed my eyes, my shame unbearable.

“I like ’em bigger,” quipped Diesel. “I wouldn’t marry a woman with no rack.”

I imagined my face burning a vivid scarlet.

My blood pounded as Diesel’s hand slipped to my breast. He seized a handful and squeezed, the sensation nothing like my husband’s touch. It was so violating I had to clamp my lips shut. A rush of acid surged up my throat.

“But the plus side is they don’t get in the way while you’re fucking,” he said, tweezing my nipple. “I’m more interested in her pussy.”

Ghost’s condescending glare dared me to object. Then he palmed my breast, and rolled his thumb over my nipple. He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes, as though drunk on the scent of my fear.

“I call dibs on her pussy.”

“You fuckers are forgetting me,” the man by the door chimed.

“Plenty of her to go around,” Ghost soothed, his blue eyes impaling me. “She’s got a mouth, doesn’t she? You and Poison can share while I take her pussy. How does that sound, Evie?”

How do I escape this?

“Let’s put her on the table.”

I dug my heels in the carpet, my mind a snarling mess of fear. I leaned back and kicked Ghost, my heel slamming into his stomach. He grabbed my foot, apparently unfazed by the blow. He yanked hard, ripping me from Diesel straight into his arms.

A malevolent gleam had replaced the lust shining in Ghost’s eyes.

My pulse rocketed.

“Hold her still.”

Terrified of the dark promise in that command, I cracked my head into his skull. I tore at his face, whirling, kicking, and screaming. I wouldn’t stop until they killed me.

“I hope you’re on the pill.” He planted a nauseating kiss under my jaw. “Otherwise you’ll never know who gave you the baby.”

A shooting pain hit my chest, crumbling my last reserve of calm. It was like he’d stabbed me. Then it burst out of me—“No! I’m already pregnant!”

Tony’s inhuman snarling stabbed into my head. A gunshot-like crack sliced the air.

Thirty-Two

Tony

30 mg Oxycodone

5 mg cocaine

1 needle

1 prayer

The chains fell from my wrists. I seized the machete they’d taunted me with. My throat tore with an inhuman sound as I slashed at Ghost’s outstretched arm, severing him from the elbow. I ripped Evie from him and tossed her behind me.

I’d kill them.

All of them.

The whole fucking world.

Three bangs erupted from the exit as Cainan fired at their backs. I exploded onto Diesel and stabbed his neck