Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

He laughed. “We’re animals and you’re still hugging one of our castoffs. Don’t worry, Sable was well broken in by the club. I believe the boys took good care of that pussy.”

“Forge!” Beth cried out.

This was getting out of hand.

No man had touched her. She didn’t want Beth to hate her as well. The very thought of her best friend hating her was just too much.

“Wrong move,” Grass said.

Forge smiled.

This wasn’t the time for a showdown.

Hank came back and as he touched her, she wanted to push him away. She didn’t though. Pain flooded her body from his touch.

Why was she still bleeding? Looking down at the floor, she saw more blood.

Damn it.

She hated blood. It reminded her of Hound.

Whimpering, she felt another wave of nausea rush over her. This wasn’t good. The world started to spin.

She had to keep a handle on herself.

“She’s going to fall.” Someone had spoken up. She didn’t know who. All she knew was everything suddenly went very dark.

Chapter Seven

This was all bullshit.

If things had been going according to plan, why the fuck did Forge have to make another visit to the diner? This could have all be avoided. They had nothing to prove. Hank and Luther had already fallen for Sable’s story.

“You know where she is,” said Forge. The bastard was being dismissive. If this had been Beth, he’d be a lot more invested.

“Yeah, and I can’t get to her. I have no fucking clue what’s happening.”

“She’s alive. They’re just being overly cautious.”

After taking Sable to the hospital almost two weeks ago, Hank and Grass had admitted her, keeping security on her room twenty-four seven. One of the Hell’s Slaves brothers was dating a chick who worked at the hospital, so they were able to get some updates, but not nearly enough. Sable was supposed to be in her rented house where he could keep an eye on her.

She’d been covered in fucking blood and he had to stand there and watch as another man carried her out. Another man was her hero when it should be him. Forge was taking this way too far.

The last time he’d seen Sable like that was after she’d been shot by Hound. All those feelings of desperation came flooding back. It was when he’d realized he loved her. Now he knew he couldn’t lose her.

“It’s been over a week. She already told you Grass isn’t clean. What more do you want?”

Forge stood up from his chair, setting his beer down. “Listen, Grass isn’t a fool. He’s smarter than the cop. He’s cautious. He probably had his own doubts about Sable. That’s why I went to the diner,” said Forge. “Now she’s one of them. He’ll pull her up to the next level.”

“What level is that?”

“Listen, Dog, I’m on this. I have the boys checking the ports, finding as much information as they can. Before we pull her out, we need to be sure. This is the kind of shit that can bury us. Sable understands that. Maybe you should take note.”

Forge walked away.

Dog headed out to the main yard. He was done with this shit. He planned to ride into town and find out exactly what was happening with Sable. As he geared up next to his bike, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He whirled around.

It was Beth.