Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(74)

I couldn't tell if the asshole was taunting me, trying to make me finish him faster so he wouldn't suffer, or if he'd really stained my girl.

No bullshit, he'd shaken me. Fucking rattled my bones real bad.

I had poison tears ready to burn trails down my face when I heard the door close behind me, spun around, and saw Blackjack standing with Elle Jo.

The Prez had murder written on his face. My woman cried, covered her face, torture and hot shame overwhelming her.

Zee just smiled. That same arrogant, wicked, demonic fucking smile that I could only kill once, when I wanted to do it a thousand fucking times, and it still wouldn't be enough.

I dropped the fucking switchblade burning in my hand. The Dragon boss laughed through the blood streaming out between his teeth.

“You prick. Stupid fuck. Thought you'd just kill me and get a neat, happy ending, didn't you?”

I'd fucking failed her. I could stand up and gut this asshole, rip his fucking throat out with my bare hands, but it wouldn't do shit. I couldn't change the nightmare that had already happened.

The asshole grinning in his hell seat would die just the same. But I'd fucking die right there on the dirty floor with him.





XI: Undefeated (Elle Jo)


Fifteen Minutes Earlier

I woke up and ran straight to the bathroom. Asphalt wasn't laying with me anymore, and I'd known it for at least an hour, suffering through a fitful half-sleep while I tried to fight the vomit churning in my guts.

I'd lied to him so well, hid what happened. I'd lied to myself, and I would've lied to daddy too, if he hadn't been forced to see it all.

My stomach couldn't empty itself enough. Mind and body tried to expel the poison in my system, the hellish memory of what happened in that run down power plant, but this wouldn't do it. Never.

The room spun, colliding over and over again in my head, and I retched pure stomach acid. I'd never get the taste of Zee's disgusting cock out of my mouth.

I staggered up to the sink, jerked on the faucets, and drank so many handfuls of cold water I thought I'd freeze.

They came up again a second later, barely warm. I spat dirty water in the sink and slumped to the floor, hugging the sink for support, before sliding onto the tile. I rolled into a ball on the ground.

It wasn't okay. It would never be okay. My man was going to do something stupid sooner or later, and maybe he'd find out what happened in that dirty factory too, when the mob boss forced himself on me with my father screaming through his gag, all his sick men watching in a circle.

Worthless fuckhole. That's what he'd called my mouth. And he treated it like one too, ramming himself down my throat, choking me for several minutes while I blacked out, the only defense I had against the horror.

I woke to his come drooling out my mouth. The mobster looked at me darkly and spat, zipping up his pants.

Stupid fucking cunt. Not even a little tongue. Don't get too excited, boys, there's no spark here. I'll let you all have a turn when we take the whore to the docks. It's going to be a LONG cruise home.

Come on, get her up. Out of my sight.

I was on the ground, straining for breath, spitting out his come when he yanked me to my feet and motioned to his men. They marched me out to the van with daddy at my side. He wouldn't even look at me, staring at the ground like he'd lost his mind.

We barely got in the back and felt the vehicle jerk forward before all hell broke lose.

Asphalt saved our lives. But he couldn't take back what happened, what I vowed I'd try to keep from him – what I knew I couldn't.

I had to find him. Tell him everything, before he went and killed the devil waiting down the hall.

If he had to find out, then it was better he heard it from me, rather than the monster.

I cleaned up quickly and headed outside. Rock music throbbed through the clubhouse, a steady, low booming bass. Several guys groaned in their rooms, interspersed with the love cries of their girls. A lone figure sat at the bar, having a drink by himself.

Blackjack saw me, looked up, and stood, shoving his shot glass away from him. “Elle Jo. How're you feeling?”

His eyes narrowed as I approached. “Where's Asphalt?”

“I...don't know,” I said, my heart leaping into my chest. “I was kinda coming out here to find out the same thing.”

“Shit.” One word, and he took off down the hallway, grabbing my hand. “Come with me. I've got a feeling I know where we'll find him.”

I followed him to the heavy metal door to the room I'd seen them bring Zee into. The club President pulled a keychain from his pocket and tapped his way through about a dozen separate keys before he found the right one, shoving it into the lock.

The door opened, and we stepped inside, only to hear the words that nearly killed me.

“...too late...asshole. I left her with things she'll never forget...never. Your little bitch will remember choking on my dick for the rest of her life. She'll remember her daddy watched, but I wish it had been you.”