“Hey baby girl.” Drew smiles and gives me a hug. Yes, she’s drunk.

“How many have you had?” I laugh.

“Enough for the both of us.” She giggles.

“Let’s get you some fresh air.” I lead her out the doors and into the garden. Leading her over to the nearest bench, we sit close together. Nobody else is out here, I can’t hear anything either which confirms, there’s no club whores at work in the shadows.

“I wanted to drink for Marie.” Drew whispers, I turn back to face her and my own grieving for a new friend envelopes me. “She loved everyone getting together.”

“Yeah I know.” I wipe at my tears.

“I was thinking we should call the salon after her.” Drew admits.

“That’s a great idea.” I agree.

“But not just the word Marie, because that’s boring and she would agree.” We both burst out in laughter. This is true, Marie wouldn’t want her name as the salon’s name, so we need to honour her in another way.

“Then what do you suggest?” I ask, trying to keep the tears at a steady stream rather than pouring down my face.

“She always called us her darlings whenever we were together.” Drew smiles as she thinks through the number of times.

“Yeah she did.” I laugh as I recall the many times she would greet us by shouting ‘darlings!’ loudly from the other side of the clubhouse, or out in the open and even in a small room. The men would roll their eyes at her, but we would all laugh.

“Darling Rebels.” Drew tests. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect.” I cry.

“Are you still on for moving in together?” She asks when we’ve both stopped crying.

“Of course. As soon as lockdown is lifted we will get it done.” I answer in excitement.

“Dad told me the workers managed to finish the kitchen area before all the shit happened. So the hard part is done, now we just decorate.” She grins.

“That should be easy.” I laugh.

I can’t believe this is all happening. My dreams are coming true, I’ve found a family and I have Devlin. I’m so ready to commit to him, be his old lady and let see the parts of me I’ve kept hidden. He deserves that and I trust him completely. For the first time in a very long time, my veins warm and heat gathers between my thighs. I want Devlin.

Drew grabs two empty bottles from the bench that have been left by the brothers.

“Let’s toast to our new beginning.” She holds the bottle high, smiling.

“Absolutely.” I hold mine and as we clink Drew’s happy smile fades. “Drew?”

I see movement from behind her and my body tenses.

“Tash, we need to get inside.” Drew whispers in urgency.

I grab onto her hand and we quickly stand. This isn’t good. I can feel it deep in my bones.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you Silver.” My body shakes as soon as I hear his voice.

“Drew, run.” I whisper quietly. I don’t want her anywhere near Strike and his men. She doesn’t move an inch though. “Run!”

I push her away towards the doors of the clubhouse. However I don’t see the hidden Devil member in her way and I push her right into his arms. Drew shrieks but he covers her mouth just in time, I doubt she would have been heard anyway because of the music inside the clubhouse. I do know there are members surrounding the area though. Where the fuck are they?

“Don’t worry about your friend Silver.” Strike says from right behind me, making me jump. “We don’t want her.”

Drew wiggles in her captor’s arms, but that only makes him laugh at her and probably enjoy it even more. These men are sick fucks.

“What do you want Strike?” I turn to face him and can’t help but smirk. He’s not looking too well at all. He’s lost weight, needs a wash and a shave and doesn’t look as good looking as the last time I saw him. Yes he’s an evil bastard but I’m honest enough to admit that Strike is a good looking man, well he was.

“I’d wipe that smile off your face if I was you.” He warns.

My grin does falter slightly, but that’s only because I know what type of man he is. However, knowing the effect the threat of my family has had on him makes me smile. This earns me a slap and it’s so hard that I almost fall to the floor. Drew screams behind the hand of the Devil member holding her as Strike grabs me by my hair and brings it close to him so he can growl into my ear.

“I want you and Raven. You fucking belong to me!” He shouts.

“We’re not yours and we never were.” I say through gritted teeth.

“That’s where you wrong!” He pulls me closer. My hair is ripped from my scalp and I try to hide the pain from him. Strike laughs. “I need to hurt you so bad Silver, so I’m taking you back.”

“Leave Raven.” I beg, I’d rather he take me and leave Lauren. “Have me and leave Raven.”

Drew tries to protest when I repeat my plea.

“Want me all to yourself?” Strike laughs. “That’s not happening Silver. I’m having both of you, and I have the perfect plan.”

He grabs me tight, finally letting go of my hair but instead traps me in his strong arms. He marches over to Drew and her eyes widen, tears streaming down them.

“Well look at you.” Strike looks Drew over and I think he likes what he sees. No, I don’t want Drew anywhere near Strike. “Who do you belong to?”

He orders for the man to let her mouth free to answer and I step in. “She’s nobodies, just a whore.”

Drew’s eyes widen at me but I shake my head at her. She needs to be quiet. If he finds out that she’s Grim’s sister and the President’s daughter, he will want her to add to his collection.

“You’re lying.” Strike shakes me. “I’ve been watching you all for a while now, you didn’t even know did you Silver?”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Drew begs.

Strike stops shaking me and glares at her. “What’s your name?”

I shake my head to try and get through to her that she shouldn’t tell him.

“Drew.” She announces with pride and so she should. Her family is kick ass and well known. Nobody should mess with her if they have brains, but Strike doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

“Ahh you’re one of the club brats.” He laughs at her but I’m glad he doesn’t know exactly who she is. “So you do belong to somebody.”

“Damn right!” She shouts and I cringe.

I hope she’s not going to do what I think she is.

“I belong to my dad, The President!” I hang my head in defeat. “When he finds out what you’re doing he’s going to kill you! Natasha is like a daughter to him, you won’t be alive for much longer.”

“Oh is she now?” Strike laughs, looking down at me. “Does daddy know all the awful things you have done Silver?”

“He knows everything you did.” Drew answers for me with anger. “My family fucking hate you! The whole club does!”

“Drew.” I warn.

“No, no.” Strike laughs. “Go on.”

Drew just stares at him, fed up of his games and I’m glad but I’m scared that she’s already said too much.

“Now that I know who are, you will do perfectly for what I need to be done.” Strike declares and dread fills my whole body.

“I’m not doing anything for you!” She screams.

“Oh I think you will.” He laughs back at her and his friends join in.  “If you want Silver to live, you will do exactly as I say.”

A hard hit lands on my head and I’m thrown to the ground. All I can hear is Drew screaming as darkness welcomes me.

I’m on my knees, crying more than I’ve ever done before as I watch them take Natasha away with them. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Strike hit her around the head and knocked her out. He threw her to the floor, not caring for her safety at all. While I was staring down at Natasha, a slight trail of blood running down her forehead, Strike told me what his plan was and I wasn’t relieved at all. He was asking me to let them take Natasha with them, and I hated myself for it.