All Chapters of The Bratva Biker Girl: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stared at the older O'Hara as he spoke to his son. He looked like someone's kindly Grandfather with his grey hair and picture-perfect smile; it was a persona he had obviously spent time creating. I knew who he really was, though, under this caring facade. I knew that beneath the false smiles was a ruthless MC leader who had killed his enemies without any remorse.So I did not run from him.'What would be the point?'I was exhausted and in so much pain that I wanted to curl up in a corner, close my eyes and sleep forever. I wasn't even surprised at his strength when he wrapped me in a blanket, then scooped me up and carried me to his SUV.I remained limp and unprotesting when he parked the SUV in the compound, and Killian picked me up and almost ran to the medical centre with me in his strong arms. 'Tavisha, I'm going to sedate you so I can check you over and

It wasn't so bad living with these Bikers.Once I was allowed to mix with them, I found they were basically kind and decent human beings. They did not want to hurt me, unlike my father's men, who would have slit my throat had he asked them to do so. I was not allowed out of the compound. Killian made his two former seconds, Cormack and Liam, my full-time bodyguards, and I soon discovered they were really sweet guys. They were easy to talk to and opened up about their lives and families, making me laugh with their anecdotes in a way I never had with the Bratva. All those big, scary Bikers were actually really nice guys, and I soon lost my fear of them and their old ladies. The women began to teach me what my role was in the club, and even the barflies accepted me. The only one whom I kept at arm's length was Killian O'Hara because the man terrified me. Not because I thought he would hurt me, I was pretty sure he would never deliberately do that, no, it went deeper and darker than that.

I had always loved to dance.I taught myself.My father never allowed me to go out to clubs with my friends, so I had to make do with dancing alone in my bedroom. I would tune into YouTube and play all my favourite songs, copying their dancers and losing myself for hours on end when I had nothing else to do, locked away in my room. I was locked in my room every time my father had a 'meeting' or whenever he hosted a dinner party for other Bratva Leaders.Until I turned eighteen.Then I was presented as an asset to be sold to the highest bidder, only I was too dumb to understand that was the reason he had a change of heart and invited me to attend his 'dinner parties'. 'How could I have been so naive?'I was so desperate for my father's love and attention that I was blinded to his manipulations. He told me he wanted to show off his brilliant, clever daughter. Of course, he did; he wanted these men to see what an obedient, dutiful wife I would be, because I happily obeyed him.I was

Every bone in my body hurts.I know because for the last half an hour I've been trying to muster up the strength to get out of this bed and head for the bathroom.It's got to the point where I'm not going to have a choice.If I don't move soon, I will disgrace myself, and I reckon I've already done that once too often. Gritting my teeth against the pain that shoots through my limbs, I force myself to sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I can't stop the agonised moan that escapes my lips, and as if this pain is not enough, when I try to stand, my head begins to throb, making my vision blurry.'Oh God, oh God.'I whimper as my legs buckle, and I fall back onto the bed.'Need a little help there, Principessa?'I jump and scream at the deep, sexy voice coming from the shadows, which sends pain ricocheting through my very soul, making me cry out until strong arms wrap around me and I'm lifted against a hard chest.'Hey, hey, calm down, no one is going to hurt you.'His voic

I open my eyes slowly, ignoring the nausea; it's getting to be a habit, these men thinking they can dominate me this way, and I am so fucking tired of it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, wondering if I can get to my feet, when a noise nearby makes me jump and push up, looking around. My heart lurches when I see that I am locked in some cage, and next to me is another cage containing Julieanne and Stacey, clinging to each other.'Oh, thank God, you are awake.'Julieanne reaches her hand through the bars, and I do the same so that our fingers touch, and I feel a little reassurance.'Where are we?'I ask quietly, and the older woman looks frightened, clinging to Stacey and taking a deep breath.'The Bratva took us.'My eyes go wide in shock at her words,'B. Bratva?'Both women nod, then gesture around them. My horrified eyes take in the rest of my surroundings. There are cages all along one side of the room, and every single one contains women. Young, pretty and terrified, most