Banger’s Ride(209)
“What?” Cara folded her arms over her trembling body as she darted her eyes from Eric to Viper. Eric cast his gaze to the floor, unable to look her in the eye.
She wailed, “This isn’t true! Tell me this isn’t true, Eric. Tell me he’s making this up. Tell me it isn’t true. Eric, tell me! Oh, please, tell me this isn’t true.” Her teeth chattered as sobs racked her body. “This can’t be true. I know you, Eric, you’re my blood. We grew up together. We went on double-dates. We shared secrets. We were so close. Why aren’t you denying this? I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it. Oh, my God!” Holding her hands over her face, Cara crumpled to the ground as her sobs overtook her body.
Waiting for her wailing to subside, Eric finally spoke, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Cara. I am.”
Cara, tears streaming down her face, searched his face to find answers. “How can this be happening?”
“I don’t expect you to understand. I’ve always been two people, good and bad, but the bad won out. The Nomads bring women to me no one wants or will look for, and I help them get their trafficking trucks and meth through this county. I have a hunger I can’t control. I know you don’t understand that—no one does—but to me, it’s real, and it’s with me most of the time. It worked until you started nosing around. I told you to leave it alone. I told you.” Eric buried his face in his hands again.
Cara looked fixedly at Eric. “You are not the Eric I know and love.”
“Sorry to break up the family reunion , but we gotta take care of business,” Viper snapped.
* * *
Why the fuck isn’t Cara picking up her phone? Hawk set his cell down for the second time, worry creasing his brow. He didn’t want to think the worst, figuring she was in the shower or maybe she fell asleep. His gut told him something wasn’t right, and his woman was in trouble, but before he called her again, one of the wholesalers came into the dispensary. Vowing to call her after he finished his business transaction, Hawk decided if she didn’t pick up her phone, he’d haul ass back to the clubhouse.
* * *
Two Nomads walked into the shack. One went by Eric, and the other stood by the doorway. They looked somewhat familiar to Cara. She knew she had seen them before, but she couldn’t place them.
Viper ogled Cara as he clucked his tongue. “I’m gonna have some fun biting those big tits, bitch. You’ve caused me all kinds of trouble. You fucked up my association with the good judge, you got the damn cops to look in places they never should’ve, and your fuckin’ man did some serious damage at my clubhouse. I’m gonna show you how a good slut is supposed to behave. Hawk’s been too soft on your ass and pussy. I plan on changing that.” Viper strode over to her.
Cara, still reeling from Eric’s revelation, didn’t pay attention to what Viper said. I should have listened to Hawk and waited for him to come home. Devastated at learning about Eric, she still couldn’t fathom the enormity of the situation.
She felt Viper’s hands around her arms as he jerked her to her feet, and she stood in his grip like a rag doll. Grabbing her hair, he pulled it, forced her head back, and placed his thin lips on hers while his tongue coerced her mouth open. His serpent-like tongue darted in and out of her mouth as his hand clasped her nipple, pinching it viciously. As she cried out in pain, Viper twisted her nipple harder and jammed his knee into her pussy while his hardness rubbed against her belly. As a wave of nausea hit her, she shoved Viper away, bent over, and threw up.
“Leave her alone,” Eric said.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” Viper challenged, and Eric just hung his head. “I didn’t think your wimp ass would come to her rescue.” The other two Nomads laughed. The one closest to Eric punched him in the stomach, and he groaned as he sank to his knees.
Viper jerked Cara up by her hair once again. “Your break’s over, bitch. Rinse with this.” He shoved a bottle of beer in her hands. As Cara rinsed and spit out the beer, she knew she was in trouble. There was no doubt in her mind that Viper, and the other two thugs, would rape her. She didn’t think they were going to kill her yet, but she was pretty sure she would be hoping they would.
Viper knocked the beer bottle out of her hand, clasped her face, and kissed her mouth hard. This time Cara didn’t resist, and as the wound from her split lip opened, her blood flowed. Viper plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. I could bite down hard and give the asshole some of his own medicine. It would be worth it for that moment, but I’m sure he’d make me pay for it. Oh, Hawk, I’m sorry.