“And my brother not even around? Oh, he should know better than to let his property run around. I don’t mind a littlemeat on the bone, do I? In fact,” he said, making a lewd gesture. “It makes it even better.”
He must be with that big group of bikers, in which case they outnumbered the three of us. I really wanted to alert Mac and Fizz, but what if it alerted the rest of the brothers?
What if they got hurt protecting me?
I took a few steps backward on the slick tiles, but there wasn’t really much room to move.
And there was no other way out. Only a tiny dirty window high up on the wall, with an iron bar across it.
“My little brother refused to share you, but now you won’t have a choice.”
“What did he do to yourface?” I asked desperately, trying to stall for time.
“Fucking caved my mouth in just because I called you a whore. But you are a whore, aren’t you, fatty? Come on, how can an old fat lady like you be so damn prissy about whose dick goes in your cunt?”
“Not yours!” I said, but inside I was petrified.
Grease was nothing like his brother. Abraham would never touch me unless I wanted it. Grease leering at me and stroking his patchy ponytail looked like he didn’t give a fuck.
The door to the janitor’s closet was open by a crack and I could see a plump toolbox there.
Did I know what any of those tools did after a whole autumn of living at Legends MC?
Not really, but I was pretty sure if I hit Grease with that wrench, he wouldn’t like it much.
But would I get a chance to?
He was advancing on me, forcing me up against the sinks, the edge cutting painfully into my back.
“Gotta see what you’ve got in this fat pussy that’s making fuckingBonesgo domestic.”
To my horror, he kicked the door behind him shut, then slammed the deadbolt.
Fuck
“He won’t like it if you hurt me,” I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice even though my knees were knocking together.
Grease jerked his head outside.
“I’ve got ten brothers out there that would love to see him try. They all want Bones’ territory and I think he’s too weak to stop them.”
There was a noise at the door, someone trying to open it.
But it was locked tight.
Mac. . .
Grease turned around and I reached forward, fingers tightening around the wrench, hoping he wouldn’t hear the scrape against the tile floor as I dragged it closer.
But he did, snickering as he advanced closer, one slimy hand on my arm, leaving a slippery sweaty smear.
I swung.
Andmissed,the wrench hitting the side of the sink with a heavy thud.
“Dumb bitch,” Grease laughed.
He dragged me closer by inches, his other hand on his disgusting lumpy package.