Sin I Rise: Part One (Sins of the Fathers 1)

“Turn around,” Earl ordered. Marcella’s wrath now hit him. She was trembling and fear swam in the depth of her blue eyes but you couldn’t tell from her cold expression.

With a grace few people would have managed in a dirty kennel, surrounded by leering men and raging dogs, Marcella turned around slowly. I realized I’d stopped breathing when the last item of her clothing had hit the ground and quickly sucked in a deep breath. I needed to get a fucking grip. I focused on Cody, trying to gauge his reaction. He was practically salivating, eager to mount her. Luckily, Earl’s expression was mostly calculating, even if he too watched her with a sort of slack-jawed hunger—which any man would upon seeing Marcella’s body.

Eventually, Earl motioned Gray to turn off the recording. Marcella stood still, her arms hanging loosely by her side. Looking the way she did, she had no reason to be shy about her body, but that wasn’t why she seemed completely unfazed by her nakedness. She was too proud to show any weakness. I wondered what was really going on in her mind.

“Let’s hope for you that your daddy gets the message,” Earl said before he turned and headed back to the clubhouse, probably to dip his dick in club girl pussy.

Gray, the prospect, and Gunnar soon followed him. Only Cody remained, still checking out Marcella.

“Why don’t you fuck off?” I muttered.

“Why? So you can dip your cock in that virgin pussy? I didn’t hear you call dibs.”

I glanced at Marcella. Virgin? She had been dating that Italian douchebag for over two years. I knew the Italian mob was traditional but even they must have stepped into the twenty-first century by now. Marcella’s face was still hateful and eerily proud.

“Nobody’s going to call dibs,” I growled.

“We’ll see,” Cody said and finally turned around and left. The moment he was gone and out of earshot, I turned to Marcella. “You can get dressed.”

She smiled harshly, but I didn’t miss the glistening of her eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Don’t you want to call dibs on my virgin pussy?” She spat out the last two words in disgust. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to talking dirty.

I almost asked if she was indeed a virgin. Then I decided it was better if I didn’t know. It was completely irrelevant to our plan, and yet my thoughts circled around this tidbit of information since Cody had brought it up like flies around shit. “Just get dressed,” I said sharply, annoyed at myself.

Marcella covered her breasts as she bent down to retrieve her clothes then tiptoed toward the hut where she draped them as if they weren’t ripped and dusty.

“I didn’t know this would happen,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure why I was telling her this. I didn’t have to justify myself or the club’s actions to her.

“You enjoyed it,” she muttered as she pulled her panties back on. I’d seen her wash them in the bucket of water from my window last night.

There was no denying it. Marcella was prettier than in my imagination. Fuck, pretty was an insult for her. “Are there men who wouldn’t?”

“At least one,” she said as she dressed herself fully. I wondered whom she was referring to.

“Your fiancé?”

“Ex-fiancé.” She fixed me with a look. “So what’s next? Are you going to post a video of every biker having a go at me?”

My pulse sped up. “No,” I growled. The mere idea of letting that happen set my blood aflame. “We aren’t animals.”

She gave me a doubtful look. I couldn’t even blame her after the show Earl had just put on.

The fierceness in Maddox’s voice caught me by surprise. “Why do you care? Or do you want me for yourself?” I asked.

I resisted the urge to rub my arms. That wouldn’t get rid of the dirty feeling on my skin where they had leered at me. Focusing on Maddox had helped a little. His gaze, other than that of his biker friends, hadn’t made me feel dirty. I wasn’t sure what it was about him that calmed and exhilarated me all at once. It was an absolutely irrational feeling.

Still, my stomach dropped when I thought of the recording that would soon find its way into the internet, onto millions of computer screens, even Dad’s and Amo’s. I hoped they wouldn’t watch. I also wished none of the girls who despised me would see me like that, but that was wishful thinking. They would all jump at the chance to see me humiliated. At the mercy of these bastards. I wouldn’t allow them to make me feel degraded.

Maddox stalked out of the cage and locked it, as if he couldn’t stand another moment in my proximity. He lit a cigarette and glowered up at the clubhouse but didn’t answer my question. I wasn’t blind. I had seen the way he looked at me, no matter how hard he tried not to look.