“After.” He moved so fast, she never saw it coming. Two strong hands shoved her to her knees. They hit the hard-concrete floor with a crack that had her crying out as agony shot up her thighs. In record time, he had his jeans unzipped and his hard cock out.

Yeah, that. That’s what she’d been terrified of.

The pungent stench of body odor combined with weed and booze in a nauseating waft that made her stomach lurch. Right in front of her face, the ruddy head of his swollen dick bobbed and dripped.

Mak’s entire body quaked, and she shook her head, clenching her teeth together so hard, they squeaked.

Crank smirked and grasped her jaw in a vise hold. Try as she might, she couldn’t school her fear, and it must have shown on her face because he grew even harder. “Open up, slut.” He squeezed her jaw so tight; she couldn’t possibly fight against the prying hand.

As her lower jaw began to open, tears filled her eyes. This could not be happening.

“Crank?” Kristy’s sultry voice preceded her in the room, and Mak could have wept in relief. “There you are,” she said, tone full of sex and sin. “Been looking for you.”

Crank stared down at Mak’s for one more second before releasing her face. Immediately, her palms hit the floor, and she worked her aching jaw side to side.

“Oh, yeah?” He turned to face Kristy.

Mak wasted no time scrambling to her feet and as far from him as she could possibly manage, in the pea-sized office.

“Sure have.” She sauntered into the room with a sexy smile on her painted lips. “Blade’s getting his dick sucked by a sweet butt,” she said without an ounce of jealousy. “Know what that means?”

Mak braced against the wall, biting her lip to keep her from sobbing out loud.

“Two for the price of one?” Crank said. His voice grew deeper the closer Kristy got. When she was within reach, he yanked her to him by the front of her dress.

She let out an indelicate snort. “No, it means you can ditch the naive little girl and fuck a real woman. A woman who will let you do whatever you want.”

He tilted his head. “Whatever I want, huh?”

Kristy bit her lower lip and subtly thrust out her chest as she nodded. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, and she nearly moaned. “Whatever and wherever.”

Crank did groan as his hand curled around the back of Kristy’s head. He yanked her face close to his. “Unless you want in, get your ugly ass back behind the fucking bar,” he barked, right before taking Kristy’s mouth in a brutal kiss.

Keeping flush against the wall, Mak sidestepped her way around the pair, now devouring each other. As she passed them, Kristy’s eyes opened and made contact with Mak’s. She nodded at her neighbor. Any other time, she’d owe Kristy more than she could repay, but her friend had been the one to get her in this mess. Today, she owed no debt.

The moment her flats hit the hallway, Mak turned left instead of right, making her way toward a heavy steel door on unsteady legs. If that thing didn’t lead to fresh air, she’d lose it right there in the hall; crazy bikers be damned.

Once she’d collected herself, she’d return to the bar and finish the job to avoid rousing anyone’s suspicious, but the moment she left, she was driving to Jazz’s. Showing up at two-thirty in the morning would probably give her friend a heart attack, but there was no way she could sit on this information until morning.

The closer she came to the door, the quicker she moved until she was flat out running. She rushed the door, slamming into the bar, and burst out into the night.

Thank God.

One lone streetlamp stood about twenty feet away, providing enough illumination to avoid pitch darkness, but not by much. Thankfully, she was the only person out on this side of the building—wherever she was.

As the door shut behind her, Mak slumped her back against it then doubled over with her hands on her knees. Her breath came in sharp pants, and the tears she’d managed to hold at bay leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Who knew how long she stayed out there, crouched over and crying like a child.

“Stand up and walk back inside,” she whispered though her feet refused to unroot. “You can do this. You’ve survived worse.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” A heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

Mak’s spine snapped straight as she screamed so loud, she’d earn a starring role in the next thrasher film. A palm slapped over her mouth.

Crank found her.

Just as she was about to sink her teeth into the hand over her mouth, her eyes landed on her captor, and overwhelming relief flowed through her.

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