go of my sister!”
Storm tugs me toward the door, but Chapel jerks me back toward her. “Storm, stop!” I cry out. Feeling as though my arms will be ripped from my body as shooting pain radiates from one side to the other with each yank.
Storm doesn’t stop. He tugs me harder, using more of his strength, forcing Chapel off the bed. She swivels her body quickly and positions herself closer to Storm, dropping my arm, which allows her to hit him. He ducks his chin, tucking it into his chest so that neither Chapel nor I are able to attack from his neck up. With my free arm, I throw my fist into his rock-hard stomach and any available spot where I might be able to do damage. I try to ignore the intense pain burning through my arms, feet, and now my hand.
A deep rumbling roar emerges from Ace in the hall, “ The fuck is going on in here?” He runs into the room. “That’s enough.” He snatches Chapel around her waist and pulls her away from Storm and me.
“No!” I reach for her, but even with both of our arms stretched toward each other, we aren’t within touching distance.
“Take Chapel out first,” Storm orders Ace while he tries to catch a full breath. “Get her outside and come back for their shoes.”
Ace carries Chapel out of the room, her screams echoing through the hallway until it’s once again silent. Without a word spoken, Storm begins dragging me from the room. I continue fighting, kicking, hitting, squirming, anything that might break his hold on me. I use every last bit of energy, but I’m growing weaker and more tired by the second. My breathing is labored, and my pulse gallops in my ears.
We enter the hallway just as I’ve expended the last of my energy in my effort to escape. Storm spins me around and pushes me against the wall, causing my back to slam into it. I’m caged in by Storm’s muscular arms and his towering body. His fist shoots out like lightning, crashing into the wall beside my head, terrifying me, and I flinch and gasp in reaction.
“Fuckin’ stop, Haven. Jesus Christ!” Storm’s head drops to his chest. It’s as if he’s trying to regain his composure and calm himself. Moments later, his head lifts. I take in his silver-streaked beard and hair, his fine lips, and his hidden jaw that’s currently being clenched. When my gaze finally reaches his, his eyes are blazing with rage, but there’s something else that flashes between our connected stares: lust, desire, and something unfamiliar to me. I recognize the lust and desire all too well from the evil men and women, but Storm…his eyes on me feel completely different from theirs. Theirs were menacing, dirty, horrid. Right now, though, my pain, my fear, my sense of reality diminishes. Everything around us is cloaked, and in this second, it’s only him, me, and a blackness that envelopes us, shielding us from all else. Whatever this is drifting between us is so intense, my instinct is howling that both of us would be destroyed if we give in. His tongue slowly glides across the seam of his lips before it vanishes.
Ace walks past us, and suddenly, we’re back in the hallway, back to reality. My gaze returns to those angry steely gray eyes, which are glaring at me. “I’m going to give you one chance to walk out of here peacefully.”
I spit, “No!”
His lips purse while he nods. “Fine.” Storm bends slightly, wrapping his arms around my thighs, and throws me over his shoulder.
“Here are her shoes.” Ace hands my shoes to Storm before he continues walking past us.
My fists hit Storm’s back over and over while he carries me through the clubhouse. I screech, “Put me down!” My hitting and high-pitched squeals don’t faze him. As he’s carrying me upside down over his shoulder, I glance around the building the best I can. It’s empty. Everything is gone. Tears begin to blur my vision. This is really it.
We exit the bar door, yet Storm doesn’t stop until we’re at his Harley. He puts me back on my feet, finally releasing me, causing me to wince the moment I’m bearing my full weight on my aching feet and ankles. He crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest and arches his brow. “You gonna run? Put these on.” He tosses my shoes to the ground by my injured feet. Still acting