“Why?” Growls Grim.

“Because he said your club is full of pussies.” He laughs, which earns him another punch.

“When I turned up, Savage was already here and letting Raven know exactly what he wanted. He gave her some anaesthesia to knock her out so she was easy to move from here to the house.” Strike reveals.

“Is Natasha there?” I ask eagerly.

“Yeah Silver is there.” I fucking hate his pet names for them but I need him to talk. I don’t know how much longer he has.

“Where are they?” Grim asks.

“If I tell you, will you do something for me?” Strike asks.

“Fuck no!” I shout. “Just fucking tell us!”

Strike frowns. “Silver has been beaten and is in a bad way. Savage wants Raven as his Old Lady and Silver as his play thing.”

“We’ll do it.” Growls Grim.

“Grim.” My dad warns.

“I need to find her!” Grim shouts back.

“Help my sister, Simone doesn’t know anything about this life. She doesn’t even know I exist and it’s better that way, but I have a feeling Venom will do something.”

“It’s his sister.” I point out.

“He betrayed me, I don’t want him doing the same to Simone.” He groans.

Strike has shocked me. It’s surprising a man like him could actually care for someone, and keeping himself a secret to his sister is the best thing he has done for her.

“We’ll do what we can.” Grim nods.

“I guess that’s the best I’m going to get.” Strike then tells us the address where he says Natasha and Lauren are being held.

Grim and I stand quickly, eager to get to our women.

“What happened to Switch?” I ask him before we leave.

“Raven killed him.” He laughs and I turn to see Grim grinning across at Switch’s dead body.

I’ve been waiting for Strike to return to my room for a while now. When he left my room after giving me a lovely beating the place went quiet and now all of a sudden I can hear voices again. The men are pretty loud and I don’t think they’re concerned for themselves at all. Their music is loud obviously not caring that The Kings could be searching for me.

I’ve tried to clean myself up as much as I possibly can with no water or mirror. So there’s probably no difference but I’ve had nothing else to do.

I hear footsteps walking closer to the room I’m being kept in. I sit up on the bed in preparation for Strike. Fuck knows what he’s going to do to me this time.

However, when Savage walks in I’m in shock. He’s the president of the US Kings of Rebellion charter, so what’s he doing here?

“Savage?” I ask, looking him over. I be careful to not stretch my bottom lip too much as the cut Strike gave to me keeps reopening.

“So you do remember me.” He grins.

Warning bells ring out loud in my head. “Of course.”

He looks pretty pleased with himself, definitely not here to help me.

“You dirty rat.” The disgust in my voice is obvious to anyone, but Savage laughs anyway.

“You have me all figured out don’t you?” He smirks and sits on the end of the bed. His eyes gliding over me. “Looks like Strike welcomed you back.”

His hands reach out to touch my blood covered face and I lean back. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t be like that.” He laughs. “You have me to thank for Strike never touching you again.”

“What?” I ask.

“Strike will never touch or harm you again.” He repeats.

I don’t say anything, staying silent and not knowing how to take his words.

“In fact, you won’t see him ever again.” He adds.

“Why?” I ask.

“You don’t seem happy.” He frowns. “You should be thanking me.”

“What have you done?”

Savage laughs. “Had him killed.”

Even though Strike is an evil man, hearing that Savage has had him killed hits me hard. I will never get used to hearing about murder.

“Strike’s dead?” I ask.

“And that now makes you mine.” He boasts.

“I don’t belong to you.” I snap.

“Oh but you do.” He leans closer. “You know, I don’t know who is better. You or Lauren.”

Hearing Lauren’s name, I freeze. It’s the way he said her name, I didn’t like it. “Lauren?”

“Oh yes.” He laughs. “I forgot to say, she’s joined us.”

I frown at him and he explains further.

“She’s sleeping a couple doors down, locked away safe.” He quickly adds.

I begin to cry. I didn’t want Lauren back in this and now Savage is here, it’s even more of a fucked up situation. I did this so Lauren wasn’t dragged back into this, I thought that’s what I had agreed to!

Savage roughly grabs me, glaring at seeing me cry. “You need to toughen up if you want to survive.”

“I don’t want you.” I try to shrug him off.

“That doesn’t matter because I want you and that’s all that matters. Lauren will be my official Old Lady and you will by my personal whore.” He informs me.

My eyebrows rise and a half amused look spreads across my face. “Sounds lovely.”

Savage appears to not appreciate my sarcasm and stands from the bed, dragging me up with him. Pain ripples through me and I hold my scream of protest. He looks down at the black dress I was wearing to the funeral, it’s ripped across my chest, showing the curve of my breasts. His eyes stay glued to my exposed chest and I feel a sense of danger.

“Your dress is ripped, you might as well get rid of it.” He says, ripping away the material from me as I fight to hold it against me.

I need to fight him back if I’m going to have a chance of getting away. When Savage grabs me, holding both of my upper arms I take my opportunity and kick him good and hard in the balls. It has immediate effect and Savage grabs himself, whimpering in agony.

I turn and run for the door, not caring that I’m just in my bra and thong. But when I yank open the door, two men are standing guard. They look shocked to see me, and when I try to barge past them one of them pushes me down to the floor like I weigh nothing at all.

“Prez?” Asks one of them.

Not bothering to answer Savage roars as he jumps up and storms over to me. He tries to make a grab at me, but I kick and punch up at him and its works but only for about a minute or so. Savage becomes impatient with me.

“Enough of these games!” He shouts and manages to pull me up to a standing position.

“Get off me!” I shout as he backs me up against the wall behind me.

“Fuck off!” He shouts to the two men who are still watching from the door.

They scurry away leaving us alone and the door wide open. I could still get away from Savage. I just need to figure out how.

Savage begins to kiss my neck and I cringe, hating that his lips are on my skin. He doesn’t deserve to kiss me. I punch at him and scratch at any piece of flesh I can reach but he doesn’t stop or move away.

Getting tired of my fighting hands, Savage grabs both of my wrists and secures them above my head with just one of his hands. How am I supposed to fight him off, he’s freaking huge! But then one of Devlin’s self-defence lessons enters my mind. He had showed me a move that he said could be very painful and I had to try.

With both Savage’s hands busy, I kick my knee up and it hits him in the balls again. His hands tightens on my wrists as he screams but I try to wriggle them free. Eventually, his hold loosens and I’m able to free my hands. Remembering what Devlin had taught me, I grab Savage’s head and smash it into my knee. He screams again, holding his nose as he falls back against the wall.

I make a run for it, this time looking for anyone standing outside the room but the hall is empty. I run across the hallway, looking for a way out. This place just looks like a standard house, but large. I pass a couple of doors and I think about which one could Lauren be in? Was he telling the truth about her? He could be lying and she could be back at The Kings clubhouse.