I looked through the magazines but I wasn’t interested in them. My mind kept wondering over what’s happened and where I am. I couldn’t just sit down and relax. I’m stressed, upset and pissed about this whole thing! Lauren and I were finally settled in our new family. How dare Strike take us away from all of that!

I’m sat on the bed when the door suddenly opens and I jump in shock. I back up against the wall when Strike strolls in, a huge fucking smile mocking me. He looks like he has the whole world at his feet, I hate that this all seems to be coming together for him.

“Silver.” He greets but I don’t bother saying anything. Instead I frown over at him, hating him more and more the longer I look at him.

“I can see you’re doing great.” He laughs, mocking me.

I wish I had a gun, I’d shoot the fucker down and enjoy watching his bright red blood splatter on the white wall behind him.

He looks down to the magazines splatted on the floor and a smug smile spreads across his face. I fucking hate that he knows I’ve even looked at them, never mind read them! I’m so annoyed with myself right now.

“The plan is in motion.” He claps his hands together, walking further into the room.

“What plan?” I ask.

“Oh yes I remember, you were knocked out when we discussing that part with your little friend.” He mimics’.

“Where’s Drew?” I demand to know.

“Relax!” He shouts, frowning over at me. “She’s still with the King scum.”

He spits onto the floor disrespecting my family and I want to hurt him so badly for doing so.

“If you must know, Drew has been given instructions to get Raven to me.” Strike announces proudly.

“Why would you do that?” I ask. “Drew is probably in bits.”

“Boo fucking hoo.” Strike moans. “Relax, I’m sure Daddy is looking after her.”

“You don’t give a fucking shit!” I stand as I shout. “That’s my family!”

Strike laughs and pushed me back down on the bed. “Watch it bitch.”

He stares down at me for a couple of seconds, I can see him calming himself down.

“All Drew has to do is give Raven a piece of paper. That will tell her where to go and I’ll be there waiting for her.” Strike grins dangerously.

“Leave Lauren alone please!” I shout, standing again. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“Her name is Raven.” Strike shouts in my face. “Say it!”

I shake my head, I will not call her that. Strike roars as he slaps me across the face. I gasp and hold my face, shit that hurt.

“You need to remember your place Silver.” Strike stands over me. “Your time with The Kings has made you forget.”

“I don’t want Lauren anywhere near you again.” I stand tall. “She’s not yours, she’s Grim’s.”

This earns me another hit, one much harder and I fall to the floor. My head spins slightly and I see a blurry Strike leaning over me.

“You haven’t recovered enough from you head injury, so be careful Silver.” He warns.

I lie still not able to move my head from the spinning.

“So, do you really have a biker boyfriend?” He asks and I decide not to answer him. I’m fucking done with his games.

“I’m surprised he even finds you attractive.” He laughs. “Scars and all.”

Even in my dizzy state, I feel guilt and shame at not trusting Devlin with my secrets. At seeing my face change, Strike laughs loudly.

“He hasn’t seen your scars?”

“Yes he has.” I answer getting angrier by the second.

“But he hasn’t seen all of them has he Silver?” He asks, getting in my face. “He hasn’t fucked you!”

This is hilarious to him, the fact that a man hasn’t had sex with me yet.

“Don’t worry, I love all your scars Silver. You know I do.” He grabs my face in his hands. I look up to his still blurry face. “I created them after all.”

Suddenly, the top of my dress is torn and exposes my bra. Strike caresses my skin and lingers on the scars he has given me.

“Does he not like my artwork?” He asks, deadly serious.

“You’re a twisted fuck.” I snap and his fingers stop. “You’re an evil, sick man Strike. You don’t deserve anyone. The Kings will make sure you don’t get Lauren and they will kill you.”

I get a slap across the face and I laugh. I don’t know why, maybe I’m losing my mind but I laugh anyway.

“Know who you’re talking to!” Strike shouts and punches me square in the face.

My eyes close and are so heavy that I don’t think I can open them again but I feel Strike bring my hands over my head. He secures them with one his hands, not that I seem to be conscious enough to fight him.

“You fucking belong to me now.” He growls into my ear and squeezes one of my breasts.

He begins to squeeze so hard I scream from the pain. Laughing, he begins to lift my dress and I begin to fight him off. I kick and wriggle but this only angers him. Strike slaps me over and over. I can’t believe I’m back here. I might not be back in the Devil’s clubhouse, but I don’t need to be when Strike’s here.

“Strike.” Comes a voice I slightly recognise.

“What?” Strike snaps.

“He’s here.”

Strike stops what he’s doing. “Get the fuck out Venom!”

I remember Venom, he’s Strike younger and quieter brother. I never spent any time with him, never really saw much of him. What I learnt about Venom was that he has an evil streak but he’s nowhere near as bad as Strike. Whenever I did see him, he was always being belittled by Strike.

I manage to open my eyes and see Strike lean over me. I feel searing pain as his teeth dig into my bottom lip and bite hard. I scream and try to push him away which only makes Strike bite harder. I taste my own blood and when he eventually breaks away, I see my blood dripping down his chin.

“I’ll be back to finish this.” He warns. “I have a certain Kings member to talk to.”

“No!” I scream, panicking at who it could be. I hold my mouth as blood runs down my chin.

“Don’t worry.” Strike turns his back. “This one works with me.”

I frown. What is he saying?

“Oh didn’t you know?” He teases me, standing at the door. “Your boys have a rat problem and they don’t even fucking know.”

With that, he slams the door and I get to listen to him laughing as he walks away. I look down at my hand and see blood covering my skin. I hope that Lauren doesn’t act the hero and fall right into Strike’s plan.

Most of the brothers are eating dinner cooked for them by Laura and June. They’re filling their bellies before they go hunting for Strike and rescue Natasha but I have to get there before they do. If what he said to Drew was true, then they will be shot as soon as they show their faces. Now is the best chance I will have.

I’ve rung a taxi and it will be waiting for me five minutes away from the clubhouse gates. Drew is going to help me distract the men outside so I can slip through without them noticing.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Drew asks me as we peak outside.

“I have no choice.” I answer and Drew pulls me into her arms.

“I love you.” She whispers. “Grim is going to kill me.”

“Tell him I chose do to this.” I urge. “I left him a letter explaining everything.”

“He won’t care Lauren, you’re his life and I’m letting you go.” She panics.

After one last cuddle, it’s time to make my move. I run towards the side of the clubhouse, right into the shadows where hopefully nobody can see me.

“Food service!” Shouts Drew from the doors.