Devil's Ride (Royal Bastards MC Tonopah, NV #3) - Nikki Landis Page 0,39

caps with a black marker. Bodie snarled, ripping the damn thing open as he skimmed the note before handing it over to me.

Meet me at the address below. We have unfinished business.

“Acid has Sasha.” The words were hardly more than a growl as they left his lips. “I won’t hold back, Grim. Not this time.”

I swore under my breath as I read the note and pulled out my lighter, burning it into pieces. “Acid goes down. Every member of the Scorpions is our enemy. Shoot to kill but Acid is mine and Bodie’s. I don’t give a fuck,” I hissed. “We end this shit tonight.” Fingers moving fast, I typed instructions to my brothers on my phone. “Xenon will stay behind with the prospects. Rael, Mammoth, and Diablo will meet us there. Exorcist is back from his ride south. He’s only thirty minutes out and will probably beat us there.”

Patriot and Hannibal nodded.

“Let’s roll out.”

I led the way as my brothers followed, each of us ready to do what was necessary to protect the club and find the women. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe they hadn’t taken Trish too. It was too good to pass up. My gloved hand gripped the throttle tighter as I pulled back and zipped through the city streets and onto the highway.

Acid was going to answer for all that he’d done tonight. I wouldn’t stop until his soul was reaped and he paid the ultimate price.

The bag was lifted from over my head and I stared into the face that had haunted my nightmares for six months. Acid was stroking the scraggly beard on his chin as he stared into my eyes. The scar on his face had grown red and ugly and it was worse now if that was possible.

“Glad you could join us, Tricia.”

I cringed at the way he said my name, tugging on my hair as he pulled my body forward.

“I’m ready to cash in now on all those favors I did for you.”

Cold sweat broke out on my body and fear crawled up my spine. It was on the tip of my tongue to argue but I was smart enough to know he would only punish me more if I did so.

“Not got anything to say?” He searched my eyes as if he was trying to decide what to do. “Take her in the back, Dawg. Tame her a little. I’ve got shit to do before I get my dick wet.”

Dawg barked out a loud laugh and grabbed my arm. I was hauled to my feet and dragged across the floor as I fought against him. His other hand reached out and dug into my scalp as he shoved me into an empty room. There was nothing but a bed and I increased my efforts, kicking out and expending entirely too much energy that I should have been trying to conserve.

Dawg slammed my head against the wall, and I saw stars as I heard his zipper go down. Terror sent adrenaline rushing through my veins. I refused to be raped. I’d fucking claw, bite, kick, scratch, and beat him to death with my own two fists first. I’d die before I let that happen.

Dawg was fast. He was on me in a flash, shoving me down to my knees. Dizzy, I had to focus hard enough not to pass out. I knew exactly what I would wake up to if I did. His cock rammed inside my mouth as he pried open my jaw with both hands. Furious, I scratched at his arms and then bit down hard.

A loud roar left his mouth. His fist hit my jaw and I nearly slumped over. Blinking, I scrambled away from him as his boot kicked out and hit my side. Gasps left my throat as I felt like someone had punched my lungs flat. A slap stung my left cheek and then another landed on my right. Dawg reached for the waistband of my jeans and I kicked like crazy, one booted heel brutalizing his dick as momentum carried me forward.

Pissed off, I swung my own fists. He was knocked backward, holding his crotch, and cursing loudly.

“Come at me again, motherfucker!” I shouted. “I dare you.”

Applause echoed from the door as I turned my head and found Acid standing there with a sadistic smile on his face like he enjoyed the free show. Chest heaving, I swore I was going to find a way out of here. These assholes had no idea