Viper slammed her down on her knees then unzipped his pants. Cara squirmed as she tried to turn her head away from him. “Keep your face still, slut, or I’ll beat the shit outta you.” He slapped her across the face; the blood from her nose was cool against her hot cheeks.
“After you’re done with this bitch, I want a piece of her stuck-up ass. I’ve wanted her pussy ever since I’d seen her at Rusty’s,” the bearded man said. The other Nomad sniggered, nodding in agreement.
Through bleary eyes, Cara looked at the two men and remembered them as the jerks who came on to her and Sherrie at Rusty’s after they bought them drinks. Never thinking she’d see them again, she gritted her teeth at the irony of the situation.
“You can have her when I’m done,” Viper said to Rot.
Rot leered at Cara and while cupping his crotch, he licked his lips. As the bile rose in her throat, she gagged.
“Hey, boss, Prez is on the phone. He wants to speak to you,” Beaver said, holding the phone in his hands.
Cursing under his breath, Viper kicked Cara’s legs. “I’ll be back soon, cunt, and when I come back, I’m gonna fuck your mouth so hard you won’t be able to talk for a week.” Rot and Beaver hooted, and Viper took the phone outside.
Beaver, by the doorway, asked Viper, “What does Reaper want?”
“Wants to know why the fuck we were holding out on him with the sex trafficking and meth sales. He’s also madder than hell we’ve stirred up all this shit with the Insurgents.” Viper glared at Cara. “If this cunt would’ve stayed outta this, none of this would’ve happened. Bitch is gonna pay!”
“What’s Reaper gonna do?” Rot piped in.
“I don’t give a fuck about Reaper,” Viper spat. “I just want to fuck the slut, and knowing she’s Hawk’s whore is gonna make it sweeter.” A cruel smile cracked his face as he lit a cigarette.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Ruben, why in the hell isn’t Cara answering her phone? I’ve called her three times,” Hawk said, worry in his voice.
“She went up to her room to read about an hour ago,” Ruben told him.
“Are you talking about Cara?” Johnnie asked.
“What of it, Prospect?” Ruben said. “Prospects should speak when spoken to.”
“She left to do an errand. I opened the gate for her.”
“Are you sure?” Ruben said.
“Yep.”
“What the fuck is going on over there? Did he say Cara left?” Hawk yelled.
“Chas, run upstairs to Hawk’s room and see if Cara’s there,” Ruben said.
“Weren’t you supposed to be watching her? What happened?” Hawk demanded.
“She said she wanted to read, and then Kylie came up to me and started talking. Shit, I was double-teamed by the women. Fuck. Sorry, Hawk. I can’t believe I was so stupid.”
Chas came back into the great room and shook his head. “She’s not there.”
“Fuck,” Hawk muttered. “I’m on my way.”
Hawk raced to his bike and hauled ass back to the clubhouse.
When he burst through the front doors, Ruben said, “Sorry, brother. I fucked up.”
Hawk glared at him. He was madder than hell, but he knew Ruben felt like shit about Cara. He said, “I gotta get her. I’ll need you, Jax, and Chas to come with me.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“I figured she wouldn’t listen to me, so I installed GPS on her phone. I can track her. It looks like she’s over by Prospect’s Mine. Let’s go. My gut’s telling me Viper’s not far away.”
They jumped on their Harleys and rode against the wind. If anything happens to Cara, I’ll never forgive myself. I’m gonna kill that fuckin’ Viper. Fuck! They rode fast and hard, and when they were one mile from the abandoned mine, Hawk motioned for them to cruise in. He didn’t want his arrival announced.
* * *
“Now, where were we, bitch?” Viper snarled as he came in from outside. Cara cringed as he approached her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he dragged her in front of him. “Mouth open wide.”
“Stop it, leave her alone,” Eric said.
“Fuck! Will you shut that whiny motherfucker up?”
“Anything you say, Prez.” Rot took out his hunting knife, and in one swift move, slit Eric’s throat. He gurgled, then grew silent as his body landed with a thud on the cold, wood floor. Cara’s screams bounced off the shack’s walls.
Viper punched her in the face. “You’ll be next, if you don’t stop.” Tugging her face to his crotch, he unzipped his pants and pried her mouth open. “Let’s have some fun, whore.”