Bred by the MC VP (Breeding Season 6)

No way would she let her nerves get control now, not with the guys so close behind. She had to have hope they’d rescue her and end all this madness once and for all.

“Get ready back there. Two minutes. Make sure she keeps quiet,” said Grass from the small window at the front of the van. “She’s going to have a lot of fun tonight.” Then he laughed and laughed, sending chills running up her spine. Although she wasn’t a virgin anymore, she belonged to Dog. Would he even want her once she was violated by strangers? All her dreams were coming true and now this…

Hank approached her and forced a strip of duct tape over her mouth. He grabbed her by the upper arm and pulled her out as soon as the outside door slid open. She scanned the area, searching for Dog, Forge, a Hell’s Slaves bike. Anything.

Weren’t they hot on their trail?

All was silent. There were so many identical vans around them that it was a maze just to get away from them. She was tugged and pushed through the rows of vans until they reached a small helicopter pad. Grass was on his cell phone, shouting as the static of the helicopter blades grew louder as they neared.

Hank ripped the tape off her lips.

“Hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

“Where are you taking me? The club will find me,” she said.

“Look around, Sable. No one’s coming for you. You’re too much trouble, even for them. I was the only one willing to take a chance on you. But you’re just a two-faced rat. And I don’t offer second chances.”

She tried to tug her arm away without success. “I don’t want a second chance. You’re supposed to be a police officer. What happened to law and order?”

“Your kind don’t deserve justice. I’m not in the wrong.”

“What about Grass?”

“Luther may be unconventional, but he’ll get things done. There will be a lot of good changes around here under his leadership.”

She rolled her eyes. “Guns and drugs? Trafficking women? There’s nothing righteous about that.”

“Why should the motorcycle clubs and local mafia control all the illegal trade? In our hands, we can make sure things are handled properly. Money will stay in the hands of good men, not criminals.”

There was no point reasoning with him.

Grass met with who she assumed was the pilot, then he waved Hank to come. Sable dug in her heels, but he shoved her forward. She didn’t want to be taken somewhere else. How would Dog find her? She hated being at the mercy of these two madmen.

Once inside the helicopter, the static noise was so loud, no one could hear her complaints. She’d never been in a helicopter or airplane, and as it lifted high off the ground, she gripped the edges of her seat until her knuckles turned white.

The ride wasn’t too long. And she was thankful when they landed on solid ground. The engine wound down until quiet returned. They all filed out of the helicopter, and she felt completely lost and alone.

“Time to go,” said Luther. Hank handed her over to him. She looked at the cop, believing he was the lesser of two evils.

“You played me, Sable. I won’t help you anymore. Club girls have no class. I should have known better.”

Grass chuckled. “I’ll see you at the office, Hank. First, I need to add this one to the dollhouse.”

She swallowed hard.

Before she knew it, she was in the back of a black SUV, heading to someplace she knew would be a nightmare.

****

Forge and Redneck were the first out of the gates. Old Dog found him out back scavenging some old parts and told him Sable had been taken. He’d never known real fear until that moment.

He followed the Prez, his mind scattered in so many directions. How had this happened? Why hadn’t he kept her closer? The only thing working in their favor was the fact they’d taken her in broad daylight in front of half the club. The roar of the dozens of bikes sounded like an angry hive looking to devour something whole. They traveled at top speeds down the back roads after the white van. Even though they knew their target and were hot on the trail, it wouldn’t help if Sable was killed in that van.

What if they stopped and he found Sable’s broken, bloody body inside?

No life.

No smile.