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Buy
her,

commented Whistler.

Buy
her outright and save yourself from starting a war over a fucking pussy.

Colton did not hesitate to step into
his face.

You better shut the fuck up right now
Whistler. You don

t talk about anyone

s
old lady like that.

Old lady?


We all know she ain

t
your old lady and you can

t claim her now as one or
Crazy Z will go ape shit on her ass.

The look on Whistler

s
face would have had me punching just to remove it.


You son-of-a-bitch.

And Colton did just that.
He slugged him square in the face, effectively removing the smirk right off
it.  I let him get one swing in before pulling Colton back.


You fucking piece of shit,

Whistler shouted as he
recovered hunched over,

hitting a brother over
fuckin

pussy.


That

s
enough Whistler,

commanded Prez.

You
listen and you listen good. You do not talk to your Vice President that way.
You are an enforcer, not the second in command, and you will treat him that
way, regardless of what you think. His place within this club demands it.

Prez looked around as if trying to
think of what should happen next.

We
stick together on this,

he said.

We
follow Colton

s lead and get both women out of here
tonight. If it doesn

t work out we regroup. Now
let

s
go.

Prez did not wait for a
response as he took off through the camp with the three of us following him.


About fucking time,

Crazy Z said as we
approached. Crazy Z and two of his men were waiting for us with Ryder at the
back of the camp.

Have you decided boy which
pussy you tagging so we can get on with this? My dick is hard from feeling how
wet they both are for me.


Mother fucker,

I grumbled under my breath.


Z, that

s
the thing. I heard it was so sweet that I want both.

Colton cut right through
the bull shit.


Excuse me?

A wild look entered Z

s
eyes showing us all why he was nicknamed Crazy.


Yep, that

s
right. I am picking the blonde and I want to buy the brunette off of you. What
price do you want for her?


You can

t
afford her.

His
stance widened as he crossed his arms over his chest.


How much?

Colton insisted.


The debt paid in full.

Z said it like a question but
we all knew he wanted the full amount.


Again, how much?


100 K,

was Z

s
answer. Prez leaned over and whispered in Colton

s
ear.

In
cash tonight or no deal,

Z continued, which everyone in that circle
knew was impossible.


I can

t
get that here tonight,

replied Colton.


Oh well no deal. Shooter,
grab the brunette in the tent behind me.

One of the Hellhounds took
keys from Ryder, right before he disappeared into the tent.

And
collar her,

said
Crazy Z, egging Colton on. The tension was rolling off Colton in waves. His
fists clenched at his sides while his jaw twitched.


Give me until the morning
and you will have your cash.

Colton would do anything to stop Crazy Z
from taking Logan. The same would be true if I was negotiating for my Sunshine

s
release.


Nah. That pussy is too
tight to let it sit all night.

Crazy Z licked his lips in an exaggerated
fashion.

Plus this way I get her and the retribution
from Baxter when Ryder and his brothers flush him out.

Logan was dragged out of
the tent and looked right at Colton. Her face was starting to bruise and her
lip had dried blood on it.


There is my bitch now,

Crazy Z exclaimed as he
yanked on the leash that was connected to the dog collar around Logan

s
neck. She stumbled into him, causing him to loop his arm around her waist,
securing her to him. The rage that filled me at seeing this small display was
overwhelming. I could not even imagine what Colton was going through.


Keys,

I demanded as I made my way
to the other tent. Campbell needed me. Yet, I was not prepared for what I saw
when I stepped inside.

Just breathe motherfucker. Just
breathe.

She had not even looked up as I
entered. She cowered from me, shrinking into herself as she fought the trembles
that rode her body. Was it the chill of the night or the terrors that Crazy Z
unleashed on her? Goosebumps flared across my skin now like they did all over
hers when that slight breeze followed me into the tent nipping at her exposed
body. Her pink lacy bra was ripped in half and hung open, leaving her breasts
bare; her pink nipples hardened to fight the cool breeze.  She had bite marks
and broken blood vessels all over her neck and shoulders, with bruises starting
to form. I FUCKING SAW RED. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to
slow my breathing. Campbell needed me. Her rapid breathing was the only sound
in the small tent as I approached her.

The sight of her helpless and afraid
stole my breath as I whispered,

Sunshine.

Her head shot up, nailing
me with those chocolate eyes that were shadowed with fear. The minute our eyes
connected, the golden flecks shot to life as she held my gaze. I took a step
closer as I lifted my hands so she could see them moving to unlock her cuffs.
Another step and I felt her nipples brush my cut as I examined the right side
of her face that was an angry red, puffy with the start of a bruise right under
her eye that would be black by morning. Confusion marred her perfect face as
she took a good, long look at me as if not believing I was really there.

Sunshine,

I murmured as her body
shook. Her choppy breathing told me she was trying to hold back her tears. Then
Campbell stole my heart and ruined me for anyone else when she sang my name as
if I was her fucking savior.


Oh my God, Tank.

I prayed that no one outside
the tent heard it, but God never really answered my prayers so why would he
start now.


You know these two?

I heard Crazy Z ask.

That
explains a lot.

There was more yelling and cursing as I
quickly took off my cut and jacket, removing my long sleeve shirt to give to
Campbell. Tremor after tremor wreaked havoc on her small frame. Her teeth
chattered as her arms went through the sleeves and I pulled down the shirt. I
was never so happy at being a
tank
before as I was now; the shirt on me
was a dress on Campbell. With my cut and jacket back on, I pulled her into my
body as I rubbed her arms and back, trying to put warmth back into her body.

Everything
is going to be okay,

I mumbled as her head rested under my chin.


Take me away from here,

she pleaded as another full
body quiver raced through her. Her plea got me focused on getting the hell out
of there. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the tent.

The chaos around us was unsettling. A
fucking war was about to break out as we watched as Logan fell to the ground
from a vicious pull on the leash connected to the dog collar around her neck.
Colton took off after Crazy Z rescuing the leash from his hands, as he stood in
front of Logan.


Logan,

Campbell yelled as she made
a move to get to Logan.  I stepped in front of her, stopping her forward
progress, when all eyes shifted to us.


Tank,

Whistler yelled,

get
her out of here now.

There was no hesitation as I turned my back,
scooped up Campbell and ran through camp, straight to my bike.

 

Campbell

 

Tank was here. I mean he was actually
here. I pinched myself again making sure I was awake and not hopped up on the
happy juice the Hellhounds keep shooting into Logan

s
veins. I prayed during every second of that nightmare that Tank would ride up
and take me away from that misery. And he did it. He actually did it! The roar
of the bike reminded me once again that I was being led away from the craziness
that was tonight.

But what about Logan? I knew Colton
would never let anything happen to her but what if he could not keep her safe.
How did Tank

s club end up here of all places?

When I heard the voices outside of the
tent I thought I heard Colton

s but I dismissed it as my
mind trying to appease the helplessness I felt from bubbling over. Then I heard
the word

keys

followed by the flap of the
tent opening. I ducked my head praying that whoever entered would just let me
go.
Fat chance!
I only wanted one man

s
touch and so far tonight one too many had copped a feel.

I shivered as I thought about that moment
in the tent when the first man, who I now knew was Tank

s
MC President, walked into the tent. He did not approach me but stayed right at
the entrance. He asked some questions as I stubbornly stared him down with what
I hoped was my most intimidating expression refusing to answer him. I was so
livid that these men thought they could do this to us because of my stupid-ass
father. They were the idiots that gave the jokester the fucking cash and then
they hold us like we could get it back. I felt brave until he took that first
step towards me and everything I feared about what they were going to do to me
closed in around me, blackening the corners of my vision, making me cower at
his presence.

It was not long after Tank

s
President left that I could hear footsteps approaching so I lifted my eyes to
see who would be the next person to enter the tent where I was being held
captive. I felt my eyes heat up with frustration and anger at what was
happening to Logan and me. I felt so brave after my encounter with the first
guy, but a shiver of trepidation ran through my body as the flap to the tent
opened. My plan was to be brave until my eyes landed on the scariest man I had
ever seen step through the entrance of the tent. He wasted no time as he
stalked towards me and I saw in his eyes everything I feared they were going to
do to me. It closed in around me, blackening the corners of my vision, making
me cower at his presence. My heart thundered in my chest as my breath raced in
and out of my body. My eyes never broke contact with his for fear he would
pounce the minute I looked away.

H
is
different colored eyes traced over every inch of my exposed skin. The blue one
was  as cold and lifeless as arctic waters, while the red one was hard and
terrifying. I let my eyes wander over his face as he continued his perusal of
me. The face of the monster before me held a dark tan and looked leathery to
the touch. A large, angry scar ripped through his red, glass eye from his
hairline to his cheek.

He came to a stop in front of me. I
inhaled sharply as he traced his index finger from my shoulder following the
line of my pink, lacy bra over my cleavage, dipping into the space between my
breasts. My breathing was erratic as I tried to maintain control of the
uncontrollable - HIM.

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