Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) Read Free Page B

him.
    “Stupid bitch, my eyes are blue, Juanita’s eyes are blue, Oona, her eyes are brown, she ain’t my kid, neither is Corbin, and two of the other youngins. Winters up here are cold and a single man has needs, for the right price a man might let his friends take their ease between the thighs of his property. God makes his choice whether to plant a stranger’s seed or not. I ain’t gonna argue with the almighty.”
    He yanked her wrist and she screamed as she felt the bone in her shoulder pop and separate from its socket. He kept towing her and dragged her inside the dirt cave. In the middle of the floor, was a new patch of concrete with a heavy logging chain embedded in the hardened square that was eight foot long with a round metal shackle welded to the end of the chain.
    “Oh hell no, you can’t do this to me.” She kicked her feet at him and connected to his knee, but he grunted and gave her a kick in the thigh.
    “Stupid bitch, you’re lucky I plan to make you live for a while, and if you learn, after the hunt is over for you, I’ll let you live until you step outta line.” He bent down to grab her now useless leg by the ankle and jerked it toward his other hand that held the metal circlet. He patted her knee once he’d secured the thick padlock holding the two metal halves together. He grinned at her again and chuckled.
    “I figure it this ways, if you make it out of this dug out alive, it will be cold an’ frosty by the time they stop huntin’ for you. I can make a pretty penny off selling the chance to fuck a split tail judge. I’ll be able to sell your services to the highest bidder and if they pay enough, or they have to pool their money and fuck you all together, it makes me no never mind cause the next men’ll step right up to ream your ass out for all the indignities men have to put up with. Don’t that idea make your cunt just wetter than a heifer in heat?”
    He laughed, and left her sitting in the dirt.
    It was getting dark outside, and from the meager light coming through the open mouth of her prison, she got on all fours and did a crab side crawl to the low table which was actually planks lying on top of round pieces of firewood, where she spied a blanket.
    The crawl was painful and she had to gasp for breath a few times as she hauled herself onto the planks to get her body up off the damp earth. There was only one other person on earth who knew she had a deathly fear of bugs, and he was nowhere nearby to kill them or brush them away from her skin.
    She screamed when she shook the blanket out and two mice jumped from the folds of the material where they had begun building their nest.
    Crying was counterproductive, but there was nothing else to do, “I will be strong again tomorrow, tonight I will forgive myself for being weak. Tomorrow I can face the fact I’m the only one I can rely on. Ha, maybe if I cry loud enough the bears will stay away.”
    She resented the job that she loved. “Oh sure, you are a big time judge, and look where it has gotten you, Selma, old girl.” She looked around in the dark as pitch hole in the ground and shook her head. “Yes indeed, you could have been in your own bed with the only man who ever truly gave a damn enough about you to leave rather than be an embarrassment to you.
    “You are getting exactly what you deserved, he moved on and you let him go.” She thought for a minute and narrowed her eyes in the darkness. “Oh no, when I get out of here I will drag his ass kicking and screaming with me, if the voters can’t accept him then they don’t need me either. I can still practice law, fuck this, Charles Vernon, look out, Hurricane Selma is going to lock your handsome ass down, and I’m going to make you like it dammit!”
    She dreamed that Charlie was looking for her, and she kept calling for him to help her, but she woke abruptly when she rolled off the planks and landed on her dislocated shoulder. The bone shoved itself back into place, and