Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra Page B

with the Gold Vipers,” I said sharply. “Nothing.”
    “Wasn’t she Tank’s Old Lady?” he asked Skull.
    He nodded.
    “Well, there you go.”
    “No, they were only dating,” I spat. “She was going to break up with him.”
    He snickered. “Oh. Well, I guess I saved her the aggravation.”
    I gritted my teeth. “You’re a fucking jerk.”
    Instead of getting angry, he smiled. “A fucking jerk? No, what I am is a mother-fucking asshole. Your worst nightmare, if I want to be.”
    I opened up my mouth to respond when he pointed at me, his smile now gone.
    “Know when to shut the fuck up and you might live longer.”
    I shut my mouth.
    “Wise choice. See, I hold your life in my hands. I mean, you might be as sexy as fuck,” he said, glancing down at my body again. “But, we will not tolerate any back talk from either of you. I think Brandy already learned her lesson.”
    I looked away.
    “Speaking of Brandy, what should we do with her?” asked Skull.
    “I don’t know. Whatever the fuck you want. Just don’t kill her,” he replied.
    Skull grabbed her by the arm. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s go.”
    She tried pulling her arm away, but he grabbed her by the hair and started pushing her toward one of the hallways.
    “Where are we going?” she cried, struggling.
    He pulled her hair tighter. “You’ll see when we get there.”
    “Please, let me go!” she sobbed.
    “Shut up and walk!” he growled.
    I took a step toward them. “Wait, please don’t! You know she’s pregnant. What kind of a monster are you?!”
    He laughed. “Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to find out later.”
    “Let her go!” I cried, moving toward them. I knew he was going to rape her and it tore me up inside.
    One of the other bikers grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
    Skull, looking frustrated, took his gun out of his jacket. He pointed it at her temple. “If you don’t stop fucking around, I’ll kill this bitch.”
    “He will, too, if you keep trying to interfere,” said Mud calmly. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying the scene.
    “It’s okay,” said Brandy, forcing a smile through her tears. “I’ll be fine.”
    I jerked my arm away from the guy holding me. “I doubt it. Not with that animal.”
    “Enough of the bullshit. Go easy on her,” ordered Mud. He turned and looked at me, a smirk on his face. “I don’t want the bitch bleeding to death from a miscarriage. At least not until I get my money from Raptor. Then, as far as I’m concerned, both girls are free territory for anyone who wants a piece.”
    I stared at him in horror as I realized our situation was even worse than I’d thought. Even if Trevor gave him exactly what he wanted, Mud wasn’t ever planning on letting us go.

Chapter Twenty-two
     

     
     
    After Slammer left a message for The Judge, we brought Misty back to the clubhouse with us to keep an eye on her. Fortunately, she gave us the directions to Mud’s new setup in Minnesota without hesitation. I could tell that she was cooperating only because she was frightened of what we were going to do with her when it was all said and done.
    “We should let the rest of our crew know what’s going on,” said Tank, rubbing his eye. It was just us three standing by the bar. Misty had fallen asleep on one of the sofas nearby and was snoring softly. “Maybe they can help.”
    “It’s after midnight. Let them sleep. Not a whole lot they can do, unless they’re willing to contribute financially,” replied Slammer, looking wearier than ever. “Which I wouldn’t expect them to do, anyway.”
    “About that, I’ll pay you back. Every single cent of whatever The Judge charges you,” I told him. I’d never felt so committed to Slammer and the rest of the Gold Vipers as I did at that moment. The fact that he was willing to front me that kind of money to save Adriana, a girl he didn’t even really know, meant more than I could ever express.
    “I know you