Beau (Blazing Devils MC Book 2)
Roxanne Greening
To my husband and kids for their love and support.
My sister who suffered through unedited material. My awesome mom who gave me the strength to finish this book.
And the rest of my family for their love and support.
In Loving Memory Of My Dad.
Prologue
“Come on man. I’ll give you two grand if I can take that pussy first.” Tony said halting me in my tracks.
“I fucking told you that pussy is mine. I spent the last year with that bitch. I’m going to rip the virgin pussy up. I get first fucking dibs.” I hear the words, but there in John’s voice.
My John, the man I’ve been with for the last year. The man I thought I would marry and spend the rest of my life with. The air in my lungs stalls and I fight for breath.
“Come on man I’ll give five grand if you let me pop her cherry.” Jack says, and I feel ice slide into my veins. Freezing me from the inside out.
Me it’s me they're talking about. I feel my hand come up and cover my mouth. I want to turn and run. But my feet are rooted to the floor for some fucked up reason I feel the need to stick around.
Like I haven’t already heard enough. My life was on the line and at any moment they could grow impatient and come looking and, yet the logic eluded me.
“I’ll give you six grand if I can fuck her ass first.” Chad says, and I could just see the smirk on his face. It flashed behind my eyes. A shudder rips through me.
“Relax. I told you already you're all getting a piece. I just get first rights to her pussy.” John mummer’s good naturally as if he’s not talking about raping and sharing me with his friends.
“So how are we going to do this?” Tony asks
“When she comes in I’ll give her a fresh cup of wine that I laced. After a few minutes, she should start feeling relaxed. The drug will paralyze her body. She won’t be able to move, but she’ll still be with us the whole time. Feeling everything. Knowing what’s happening her to and unable to stop it.” The more he talked the more excited as he became.
My stomach rises, trying to force its way out of my throat. Fresh tears fill my eyes. “We're going to fuck that, stupid bitch raw. Take her every way possible over and over again.” John says in a husky voice.
“Sounds fucking good man. But ah, what’s going to happen when we’re finished?” Jack asks
“By the time we're done, she should be nice and broken in. I’ve got a guy coming to collect her. He says she should catch a good price. He also pointed out if she’s still pure it would be way fucking better. I shut that shit down. I'm taking that fucking pussy. So, if she’s not pure. Training is necessary. What better way for that than all of us taking turns?”
I listened to the different emotions pass through John’s voice. In the end sounding both firm and aroused. The hair on my body stands as the words flow around me and everything sinks in.
They’re going to gang rape me, sell me the fuck off, and then go about their lives like all is right with the world. The shaking brought me to my senses, my body shuddered hard enough to rattle the bones. Turning slowly. Silent as a ninja I slip down the hall and out the back door.
The door closed like a whisper on the wind silently. Perfectly. The first step was hesitant, but just the first. The second step had my feet following across the ground. Ninja kept flashing through my overactive mind. I didn’t understand the ninja stuff not really, but the mind well, it’s such a beautiful thing.
It has a rather remarkable survival instinct. It will assure it survives as long as it can. I can feel it shuffling into survival. I reach my apartment in record time. Cramming everything I can reach into a bag. Everything and anything within reach. Moments pass like sand slipping through an hourglass.
Time has lost its meaning as I quickly slip out the door. That’s it, just like that I’m running for my life.
Chapter 1
Emilia
Two weeks later….
My car clunks and clacks past the sign welcome to Greenville, Maine. With a possible population of about one hundred people. I sigh in relief I’ve made it. I’ve made it to a place where I’m sure John won’t look for me.
Relief was a new feeling, but it was short lived. I now I needed to find a place to stay. Quickly making a mental run through of my financial situation. My face twists into a grimace when the number comes back as two hundred dollars. A very cheap place it seems.
And with such a small population in such a small town I’m sure the options are limited if not all together no existent. Sighing, I realize a job is a must and may be more of a priority than finding a place to stay.
What good is hunting for a place to sleep when paying for it is a mystery? I’m not even sure how long I can stay here. John has been on my heels and has caught up to me rather quickly over the last two weeks.
I’m so tired. Sleep has become a thing of the past.
Like a wisp of a dream that doesn’t really exist. Fear has consumed my every moment.
I thought if I ran, he would just let me go. How wrong I was. I’m starting to think he’ll never give up. I really don’t understand why he wants me so badly.
I was ripped from my thoughts when I see a diner with a red help wanted sign in the window. Quickly pulling into the parking lot I kill the engine and anxiously beg it to start again. I pray to all the deities I can think of that it will.