Chapter 79
Raven’s POV
I’d never seen anything like it in a human. But this man didn’t smell like the supernatural world. No, he’d given his soul to the darkness, free and
clear.
A dozen or so of his boys spilled in, taking their places around him and joining the handful he’d left with me. They all knew enough to keep
their distance and watch their tone.
Dwayne’s boots clomped on the broken cement floor as he strode toward me. My body began shaking again. I hated the weakness. The fear. But I couldn’t control it. I could only control my choice not to cower.
I lifted my chin and met the man’s dark gaze.
He laughed. “She’s got fire. I’ll give her that.” Dwayne pulled something from his pocket. Slowly, he unfolded a knife. I could still see hints of my
blood on the blade.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Dwayne’s fingers were stained black with grease and blood. His knife was just an extension of him.
Dwayne ran the tip from my chin, down my neck, and between my breasts. “Have you ever considered they don’t deserve your loyalty?”
A few of the braver guys let out sounds of agreement.
“You would be beautiful if not for all the scars. They must be the ones who gave them to you. Why protect them? I’ll kill them and make it hurt.”
My mouth went dry as I pictured the guys. Their faces swirled in my mind, each grabbing hold for a handful of seconds before fading into the next. But my mind ended on Nox’s. His face stayed. The tender looks that swept over him. The way his gray eyes softened behind his glasses.
How he would do anything for me.
My wolf let out a keening noise within me. She wanted her mate. Her mates. Even the ones who’d rejected her. Though she’d likely rake her claws over their flesh once she recovered.
“What’s the matter?” Dwayne singsonged.
“She probably had a stroke,” another of the guys called, laughter in his voice. “She’s been hanging there for four days.”
Four days?
I’d lost at least two. The only thing that broke up the time was when they unhooked me and took me to a disgusting bathroom. But even that
didn’t seem to come in any expected pattern.
Dwayne traced the blade lower to my belly, occasionally pricking an open wound. “I’d almost respect her stubborn streak if I didn’t need something.”
Without warning, the blade was gone, only to be slammed into my side with brutal force. The air left my lungs in an audible whoosh as pain flooded my system. Lights danced in front of my eyes as I bowed forward, the chains around my wrists pulling taut.
My wolf snarled, wanting to be free, I tried to call on her and shift, but whatever drug they kept giving me was still too strong in my system.
“Tell me what they are,” Dwayne growled,
He knew. Not the guys’ true secret, but he knew something was up.
“It’s fucking aliens,” one of the bikers yelled,
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“Shut up,” Dwayne snarled, and the man snapped his mouth closed. The MC president held the knife pointed right at me. “Something isn’t right about those Reapers. We know they’re here, but we can never find their property.”
“Cloaking,” a deep voice said. “Gotta be some top-secret government shit.”
Dwayne looked at the massive man as he considered that possibility, then turned back to me. He pressed the knife in right over my ribs. “Do they have some sort of tech hiding them?”
I didn’t say a word, my eyes watering as the burn in my rib’s intensified.
“WHERE ARE THEY?” Dwayne snarled.
I’d never tell him. It didn’t matter that half of them had abandoned me, rejected me, or thrown me away like nothing more than trash. I’d never betray them. I’d never be what Asher had accused me of.
Dwayne pushed the blade deeper into my body. “TELL ME!”
Lights danced in front of my eyes, and the room went blurry.
“I’ll get it out of you, bitch. And I’m gonna make it hurt.” Dwayne twisted the knife.
I screamed. And then the torture started all over again.
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