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Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Four
GiaIt had been a solid week since Kian reprimanded me at the Clubhouse. Their sexist rules made us girls feel like we couldn’t protect ourselves. I could see why Jenna and Lauren took liberties from time to time. The spankings hurt, and the ass-fuckings hurt even more, but we all seemed to find a way to break the rules and earn ourselves another reprimand. It's like we couldn't get enough. Our bikers were always ready for a little rough and tumble, even in front of their brothers. It was their way of life. I had no shame whenever it came to stripping down in public. Heck, I used to do it for a living. A private dance was one thing, but when my husband demanded his lunch, he was talking about eating my pussy. The other guys were the same with their wives. You dropped your panties and laid with your legs spread on the table, or they would come and chase you down if you tried to run away. The first time was embarrassing. The second time was awkward. Now I didn’t bother to wear underwear
Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Five
GiaKian’s jaw flopped open, and he froze like that. I thought that I broke him until he blinked and started stammering. I could hear hearty laughter rumbling down the line, and then a male with a strong Cajun accent hollered, “Well, hello there, Mon Chere. I’m liking you already.”Kian’s deadpan stare hinted that he wasn’t happy about this, but he didn’t refuse me. He flared his nostrils and shook his head at me, jabbing his finger towards the door as if to say, “Go back inside”, but I stood my ground, folding my arms and tapping my foot as a sign that I wasn't going anywhere.“We’ll talk about this some other time, all right?” he grumbled into his cell phone. "I'll call you back."The guy on the other end of the line seemed satisfied with that and told Kian to pass on his well-wishes to me. Kian ended the call and shoved the phone inside his pocket. My hubby was agitated, but he wasn't mad at me like he was at the Clubhouse.“You realize you just cut a deal with the devil, don’t you
Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Six
KianI hammered on Jaxton’s door like I was a fucking bailiff coming to clean the place out. At first, the apartment was in darkness, but five minutes later a light flicked on upstairs. He lived above the motorcycle shop he and his dad owned. His humble abode was exactly how mine looked before Gia moved in and gave it a feminine touch.“Hold your horses, I’m coming!” Jaxton yelled irritably as he thundered downstairs.He may be my Alpha, but he was still an unmated male. His evenings could consist of a sordid ménage à trois with two of the club whores for all I knew. That could be why he was taking so long to answer the goddamned door. Either that, or he just wasn’t a morning person.“Beast, what the hell? Did you piss the bed? It’s five a.m. What gives?” Jax grumbled, scraping the sleep from the corners of his eyes. He bounced his gaze between us, taking in Gia’s bedraggled appearance from the oversized T-shirt to her bare feet.“Someone torched my apartment while we were sleeping,”
Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Seven
KianThe rest of the day was tense. Everybody felt it. Our old ladies busied themselves with cleaning, and I’m not talking about using a mop and bucket, I mean organizing weapons and battening down the hatches. The retired members put their DIY skills to great use, barricading the windows with tabletops and spare planks of wood from the storage yard. The Reaper came good on his word, providing us with an arsenal of firearms. Jax and I distributed them among the brothers and the women. I handed Gia a handgun, and she tucked it into the waistband of her borrowed jeans.“You didn’t check it,” I reprimanded her for being so darn gullible, scowling down at her. “You should always check your rounds. Don’t assume I handed you a loaded weapon. It could be empty for all you know.”It may have sounded harsh, but it would be worse if she couldn’t defend herself.She swallowed a gulp and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry,” she stammered as she did what I asked and checked. “I’m good.”“Do yo
Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Eight
GiaMy arm ached with the effort of hammering nails into wood. Our work was done. There was nothing more we could do. Now it was just a waiting game. I took a step backward to admire our handiwork; my hairline was saturated with sweat, and my fingers hurt. We secured every window and all but one exit, barricading us inside. Exhausted from the work, I mopped my brow with the back of my hand. There was only one way in and one way out, through the kitchen door. Throttle made sure that if there was a fire, we could all escape via the storage yard.“Any sign of trouble?” Jenna asked, prompting me to squint through the cracks in the timber.I peered up and down the roadside, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. “No. So far so good,” I replied.The fight would have started by now. My stomach swirled with nerves, wishing there was some other way I could find out what was going on. Just like any illegal fight, they didn’t broadcast it on television or radio. Throttle disclosed that if this was
Rescued by the Beast Fifty-Nine
GiaA swarm of bullets flew through the clubhouse and took out three of our crew. Blood spread from their bodies like crimson puddles. I couldn’t help them. No one could. Jenna didn’t dare contact Jaxton in case it blew his cover at the auction. We were all alone out here with no one around to save us.“We ought to call the authorities,” I suggested.“The Clan leaders. The Rangers. Anybody.”The bears howled with laughter as if I’d just told the world’s funniest joke.Jenna spared me a fleeting glance as she rained bullets into the parking lot. “Oh, honey. No one is coming. We’re the scum of society. They don’t care if we wipe each other out.”“That ain’t right,” I roared, outraged by how little they valued us.What about the law? They couldn’t just sit back and do nothing as the rogues slaughtered us one by one. But they could. And they were. No one was running to rescue us from the Hellhounds’ assault. Not like they did when Kian’s apartment was on fire. This didn’t involve anyone e
Rescued by the Beast Sixty
KianKill them.Kill them all.A red mist fell before my eyes, and all I could think about was bloodshed and carnage. Without uttering a single word of warning, I came at Claw with unbridled savagery. He hurt her. He laid his hands on my wife. Claw had brought the dogs to our door. The blood of our kin stained his palms, and I'd make damn sure that he would pay with his life.Claw let go of Gia's hair as I swung a punch at his face. Bullets whizzed past my head, one grazing my cheek. I didn't once flinch, not even blinking like the pain didn't matter. I couldn't reverse the devastation he'd caused, but I could sure as shit make it right.Claw's face jerked to the side, his lip swelling upon impact. Hellhounds formed a circle all around us, creating a hostile barrier between us and the clubhouse."Is this how you plan to best me?" I growled, scowling upon him like the vermin he was. "By bringing these mongrels along to fight your battles?"Claw's eyes flitted around at the rogue wolves
Rescued by the Beast Sixty-One
KianBullets rained upon them from the clubhouse, buying me a fighting chance. Dogs swarmed all over me like a prime steak, biting, snapping, snarling like rabid mutts. Something switched inside my brain, letting the bloodthirsty creature from within take the wheel. Coarse brown fur burst through my skin as I tore through my shift, rising on my hind legs in a sky-splitting roar.Dogs leaped this way and that, and I swatted them away like flies. My claws scored through fur and flesh in a monstrous game of war. The ground shook with every forceful impact. Wolf shifters skidded through the dust, crashing into parked cars, buildings, and taking out the boundary fence as if it was made of string.Claw had seized the opportunity to shift while they incapacitated me. He struck me hard across my face in a cheap shot. Light burst in my eyes and blood fell from the sky like crimson rain, splattering all that it touched. Claw jumped into the thick of the battle, butting me in the stomach to wind
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