The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) Read Free

man, look at her clothes. She looks uppity as shit, probably keeps a lock around her legs.”
    There was a round of laughter from the two men, but Elena still kept her head lowered, focused on her feet, and prayed they didn’t escalate things.
    “Hey, I know you,” one of the guys said, and she did lift her head then. Two younger men leaned against the brick wall of an out of business building. They wore baseball caps and looked a little too clean for this part of town.
    Elena had learned long ago not to say anything back when someone in this part of town hassled her. It was safer, smarter. Most of the time she was just harassed, but one time one of the guys had tried to touch her. She’d pepper sprayed his ass and hauled hers to the nearest 24-hour coffee shop. She’d stayed there until the sun rose, until she felt safe.
    “Yeah, you’re the bitch that doesn’t talk much.”
    She didn’t recognize them, but then again she worked at the diner; she didn’t go to socialize, and she assumed that’s what they were talking about. That big ass, scary biker was the first man she’d really taken notice of, really found herself interested in, and that was not a good thing, not a smart thing to keep in her head. Putting her head down and walking faster, she felt like her heart would burst right through her chest.
    “Hey, you’re one snotty little cunt, aren’t you?” As she was about to cross the street, put a little distance between herself and them, one of the men grabbed her arm and yanked her toward them. She slammed into his body, losing her grip on the pepper spray.
    “Come on, be our friend, pretty girl,” the guy she wasn’t currently pressed up against said from beside her, his warm breath right by her ear.
    “Get off of me, or I’ll scream.” Of course, it was an empty threat. If they were in this part of town, they knew screaming wouldn’t do anything to help. Here, no one helped anyone out.
    They both started laughing and pulled her into the nearest alley. Her bag dropped out of her hand, but she’d managed to grab her pepper spray. Keeping it close to her thigh, out of sight, she struggled to get free, to get in a better position to use the spray, or knee them in the balls.
    “You sure are pretty, in a clean, not used up way,” the one holding her said, and started licking at her throat. She held in her gag reflex, twisted slightly, which only made him moan. But he loosened his hold when she stilled, probably thinking she’d stopped fighting him.
    “Thatta girl.”
    The other guy started laughing, and with the dim light of the streetlight washing over him, she could see he was touching himself through his pants. She closed her eyes, squeezed them until it hurt, and prayed she’d get out of this. But even spraying them might not be enough.
    The sound of a zipper lowering had her eyes snapping open and her fear spiking.
    “Can’t say I’ll make this good for you, but you’ll definitely be feeling it afterward.”
    Bile rose in her throat, and when the one holding her against the wall backed off slightly, going for the zipper of his pants, she lifted her hand and pointed the spray right at his eyes. Depressing on the trigger, she sprayed the shit out of his eyes, feeling a small twinge of pride when he howled in pain.
    His friend cursed and came forward. He tried to dodge him, but he wrapped his hand around her hair, yanking her backward. She was slammed against the wall, and before she could do anything, he aimed his fist at her face and connected with her temple and eye. He then punched her in the stomach until she doubled over, gasping for air. She felt blood trickle down.
    Dizziness assaulted her, and she turned her head and threw up, not able to help it as pain consumed her. She felt blood trickle down her temple and eye, knew he’d split her skin, and she felt nausea fill her again.
    “You stupid fucking bitch. I’m going to fuck you so hard you bleed.”
    She couldn’t even rise,