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thought I could take that with or without your permission. Okay, tell you what. I love kids and I hate to think that anything is going to happen to your babies because you’re a dumb whore that didn’t know any better than to leave them alone. But first, you’re going to service me. I don’t want any screaming and I don’t want any fighting. You hear me?”
    “Yes.” My response was immediate. I’d ridden enough cock to not worry about the fact that I was going to fuck my attacker. If he was buying the act, my escape was worth more than my pride.
    He chuckled above me and his eyes flashed with a heat I rarely ever saw in the drunken eyes of my ex-whatevers. I’d never really had a ‘boyfriend’ so there was no term that could describe them. I’d always hated that fact about my life, but in this moment, it helped me come to terms with what I had to do. My body had been used and abused before. There was no way this could be any different. I was still fighting for my life, but I was using my brain and body instead of my brawn.
    “Okay, baby. I’m going to let you go. I want you to stand up, slip your shorts and panties down and then bend over the trunk. You try anything funny and I’ll be spilling your blood out onto the road here. Got me?” His voice lowered as he spoke and the heat behind his eyes was stocked into an inferno. I don’t think I’d ever seen a man more turned on and I realized I was dealing with a sick fuck.
    Any man that was turned on by forcing a woman was not the kind of man I wanted to deal with. They were the types to cause pain just for the sheer joy of making a woman scream. They were the types of assholes that would kill a bitch and not blink at the fact that they’d taken an innocent life. My dad was liberal with his brothers in the rules of the club, but fucking with innocent people was where he drew the line. Club sluts were there for a reason and for the most part it was to keep the violence in his boys at a manageable level. The bitches would give it up and it kept the boys on home turf. Not one of the men had gone to jail for rape under his watch. If they did, they would have walked back out of that jail and straight into the business end of my father’s .45. I never understood why that was the one crime he wouldn’t tolerate, but he was very clear about that rule with any member that was newly patched. Murder, drugs, guns…it didn’t matter. But fuck with an innocent woman and you’d be lucky if you were allowed to keep your balls before being buried.
    The bastard released my hips and I pushed up on shaky arms, blinking my eyes against the bright sun when he moved aside. He took one step back, giving me enough room to crawl out of the trunk. Rolling my head to loosen the muscles in my shoulders, I pushed out further, slipping one shaky leg out of the trunk and balancing my legs on shaky knees when I finally had two feet on the ground.
    “Take off your shirt, baby. Let me see those tits bounce. I always love a well-stacked woman.”
    Breathing out a heavy sigh, I moved to pull down the side zipper of my shirt. Slipping the material from my body, I reached out to drop it in the trunk. His eyes widened and he reached out to touch them. However, when the deep rumble of a bike was suddenly heard in the distance, he dropped his hands and turned to look behind him. Sunlight flashed off the chrome of the front fender and the rider came in to view, the road ahead of him appearing liquid from the heat.
    While the jackass in front of me was busy watching the apparent new jackass that was joining us, I reached behind me attempting to lift the false bottom of the trunk. I knew there was a tire iron beneath it and I hoped I could get to it before jackass #1 turned back around.
    “Fuck. They sent JD.”
    My hand patted around frantically in search of the handle that would lift the bottom as Jackass #1 announced the identity of the rider that was fast approaching. He turned back and around