back at the floor.
“Don’t worry.” The president hooks his finger back under my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Once I’m finished catching up with Silver, I’ll be with you.” And then I’m out the door.
Bomber leads me down a long hall, and I see more doors like the one Natasha and I are locked inside. How many girls are locked down here?
I hear the sound of a chain and quickly turn to see the other men leading Natasha in the opposite direction. The men are grinning like idiots and I fear for Natasha.
Chapter 5
I hate the walk with Bomber, not so much the man himself, but the fact that I am dirty, bloody and most importantly naked as I pass men and women. Surprisingly the women are the worse out of the two, sure the men stare or whistle and make rude comments, but that’s to be expected! The women though smirk and laugh, like they’re above me and they probably are but if I saw another woman being treated like this, I would do something about it. I might not be successful but I would shout, fight or cause a scene and I sure as hell wouldn’t stay around this shithole! Bitches here are fucked up!
Bomber just keeps quite as we walk, with his hand still firmly wrapped around my arm. We reach the door and he leads me in. The room is empty, but I know the president is on his way. In the meantime, I take a look around and I’m surprised to see it looks like a regular office. Of course there are knives and guns on his desk instead of paper files and stationary but that’s to be expected around here, I suppose.
“Nice.” I speak, trying to end the awkward silence between Bomber and me as I stand bare ass in a room with him.
He looks around the room and I check him out. He’s a good looking guy, shaved head with dark stubble and like the rest he has tattoos all over. He doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest because he belongs here with these monsters.
“If you like this sort of thing,” He answers. I’m shocked. I didn’t expect him to answer.
The door opens and I turn expecting to be greeted by the president but instead I see a tall light headed man. He must know I’m here because he searches the room until his eyes settle on me.
“Well this is who has the Prez all worked up?” He smiles and walks straight up to me. “Hey there beautiful, welcome to the Devil’s Spawn.”
He reaches up to smooth his hand down my hair and when he reaches the back he pulls my hair so hard I gasp out loud and my head is yanked back so that I am now looking up at the ceiling.
“Strike,” Bomber warns the newcomer.
“Shut the fuck up and get out of here, Bomber.” He shouts. “And it’s VP to you!”
Strike lets go of my hair and I’m able to watch Bomber slowly walking towards the door. “Prez said not to harm her.” He reminds him.
“That warning was for you dicks, not for me now get the fuck out!” He shouts back at Bomber and regrettably he leaves. I don’t know why, but I felt safer when Bomber was here, now alone with Strike I don’t feel safe at all.
When Bomber is out the room with the door closed behind him, Strike turns back to me. “Now, where were we?”
“You were going to take your hands off me.” I snap and I immediately regret it.
He pushes me backwards with so much force that my back slaps against the wall when I meet it. My neck moves back so fast that it feels as if it’s going to snap. Strike’s eyes are dangerous as he stares at me and I almost shrink away from the impact but I don’t, I try to stay strong.
“Listen little bitch, you’re the Devil’s property now and I’m the VP so that means you are mine.” He takes hold of my face, keeping me in place. “Be careful how you speak to me, next time I won’t be as forgiving.”
He shoves me down on my knees and I wince from the pain. I struggle to get out of his hold because I have a feeling I know what he’s about to do. As he goes to undo his belt, he only has the one hand on me and I manage to fight my