bitch. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Blood gurgled up and spilled from his mouth and down his chin. He grinned again, and she pulled the trigger for the third time. When the bullet tore through his chest he slumped back, going completely motionless. A large pool of blood started to spread out underneath him, just adding to the violence and bloodshed that surrounded her.
She dropped the gun, the weight of it too heavy for her to hold, and stared at the dead body right in front of her. Sonya had never taken a life. But this guy had been bad, had done bad things, and had planned on hurting her. She had done the right thing, right? The blood continued to pool out from under him, and nausea slammed into her with so much force she stumbled back and pressed against the side of the truck.
Sound seemed to vanish, and it was like everything faded away as she continued to stare at that lifeless form. She should move, run, follow-through with her plan to escape, but it was like she was frozen to the spot. Oh God. This is what she had been reduced to, what the violence that had been her life for far too long had done to her. She was just like these males, these animals and killers. A wave of dizziness assaulted her, but then everything came back like a kick to the gut. The sound, the smell of blood and animals, and the feeling that she was now being watched. But the gunfire stopped, and all she could hear now was the heavy breathing of someone close. Sonya lifted her head from the man at her feet, and looked at a completely nude, tall and massively muscular guy standing a foot from her. She could see a small part of a dark tattoo that covered his chest through the blood that was splashed over his flesh like some kind of grisly painting. But Sonya’s eyes were blurry, and the details of it eluded her. His chest rose and fell as he breathed. He looked away from her and at the dead man on the ground.
This guy was the same one she had seen right before shit had gone down—the one she knew was the leader of this MC. He was also the same one that she had felt this uncomfortable magnetism toward. And it only seemed to intensify with him being so close. She may not be a shifter, but she knew he was no human, and that he was very dangerous. But that had nothing to do with what had just happened, or the fact he was covered in wounds and blood.
“You don’t understand English, female?” the leader asked.
Sonya blinked. She was still dizzy, but not so much so that she didn’t see the rest of this man’s crew moving up behind him.
“She one of Trick’s club whores?” another man asked.
Sonya opened her mouth, but nothing came out, and instead that dizziness intensified, and the feel of something warm sliding along her arm had her looking down. A bright red trail of blood made its way from her shoulder, and continued descending until it dripped from her fingertips to the ground.
“Fuck. She’s been shot.”
The dizziness slammed into her harder and harder, and then she felt the world tilt. She didn’t know who was speaking, but right now she didn’t care.
“Christ, she’s going down.” The man she felt this connection with spoke again, his voice so deep and rough, like a serrated blade moving along her body, wasn’t enough to keep the darkness away. But Sonya didn’t want to fight it. At least she could say she had tried leaving, even if death had been an inevitable outcome in the MC life.
Chapter Four
“What do you want to do with her, Prez ?”
Jagger stared at the female currently lying on the bed in one of the spare rooms at their clubhouse. He rolled Diesel’s words around in his head. Her shirt had been cut off so Court—the only one of them that had any kind of medical training—could take a look at the gunshot wound on her shoulder. Although they all knew how to patch themselves up, and in fact had to know that shit living this kind of life, Court actually had some first aid training.
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