The rest I’ve counted coming in and out, including Mack’s brother, Benito, and a big, angry looking dark man. I’ve got one fuckin’ gun, and no idea how the fuck I’m supposed to take down eight men. I’d call Mack, but sure as shit I’ve got no service, and I’m not risking leaving to go and get him. So it’s me, and me alone.

Best option is to skirt around the trees, get in the back door. Maybe through a window. There’s a few open. Might be able to climb in, then shoot.

I hate shooting people. I’m a businessman, and more often then not, I try to keep my hands clean. Mack and the club do all the filthy work; it’s what they’re for. But fucked if I can walk away from this without shooting at least one fucker.

Might as well get it over with.

CHAPTER FORTY

JAYLAH

I’m fighting, with everything I have.

Benito is on one side, Kane on the other. They’re taking me to a bed that has cuffs on the head and foot. They’re going to tie me up, and Kane is going to fuck me until I’m carrying a child, which could take weeks because my pill would have to wear off. They’ll crush my spirit and damage me to the point of no repair.

So I’m fighting.

I’m biting, I’m clawing, I’m screaming, and I’m giving it everything I have. I won’t let this happen; I can’t let this happen. God, please, this can’t happen. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I’m struggling to breathe as I fight, and God do I fight. I give it everything. My lungs are burning and my body hurts, but I don’t stop. Not even for a second.

When my body is dumped onto the bed I kick my legs out, hitting Benito right in the stomach. He bellows, grabs my leg and thumps it hard, so hard a scream leaves my throat. Then he jerks my body down the bed, strapping my ankle in. No, no, no, no. Please, no. With another desperate scream, I wave my other foot around.

“Fuckin’ get her!” Benito growls.

“Should have knocked the bitch out,” Kane grunts, lashing out and slapping me so hard I’m dazed.

I’m dazed long enough for them to strap me down. With desperate screams, I thrash up and down, trying to free myself, but there’s no hope. I pull so hard that in minutes, my wrists and ankles are grazed and bleeding. My arms are numb and I’m hysterical.

“Let me go!” I wail. “Stop!”

Benito leans down, his face close to mine. I snap my teeth, but he pulls back with a laugh. “Let’s see what he gets to play with.”

No.

Please.

Hands go to my shirt and before I know what’s happening, it’s ripped off. Bile rises in my throat and I start to scream, wildly, loudly, high-pitched.

“Gag her!” Benito orders.

Kane finds a piece of rope and a shirt, then he shoves the shirt over my mouth and ties it securely there. I scream beneath it, but the sound is muffled. Angry, terrified tears run down my face as I try, God, I try to fight. My body convulses with pure disgust when they take off my bra. Vomit rises, and I’m afraid I’ll choke.

Benito reaches down, roughly handling my breast. “Nice.”

Then they’re at my pants. No. This isn’t happening. This can’t happen. I didn’t do anything wrong. Fear flashes through my body as they cut off my shorts, then I’m in nothing but my panties. Benito hooks his fingers into them and I thrash so hard I’m afraid I’ll snap my own wrists. His finger trails down my stomach and I flick my head from side to side, screaming with everything I’ve got.

His fingers just reach the top of my pubic bone when a gunshot rings out. He jerks back, his face turning to Kane’s. “What the fuck?”

More gunfire sounds and I clench my eyes closed, praying with everything that it’s Mack, or Maddox, or someone here to help me. Benito rushes to the door, and I can hear the sounds of men beating each other, loud oomphs and grunts. Then I hear a familiar voice, but I can’t pin whose it is. “Fuckin’ cunt, move.”

I blink, trying to clear my vision. I watch as Benito pulls a gun out, and so does Kane. Oh, God. Benito opens the door slightly, but goes flying back when whoever is on the other side kicks it, making him lose his balance. Kane cocks his gun just as Marcus enters the room. Marcus. Tall, beautiful Marcus. I sob happily but stop when his eyes flash to me, and holy shit, is he angry.

A gun explodes, but it would appear Kane is a bad shot. Marcus raises his gun, hits him in the leg and sends him down. Then he spins to Benito, who is pushing himself up, gun in hand. He shoots his hand, sending the gun flying. Benito screams. Marcus runs in, pulling the key off the bedside table and unlocking me quickly.

“Get dressed,” he orders.

I pull the closest shirt I can find on, but there’s nothing else, so I’m left with only that and my panties. Marcus pulls me behind him and turns to face Kane, who is on his hands and knees, fumbling for his gun. Marcus kicks it, but another man lunges through the door, landing on Marcus with force. That force pushes us back and I fall to my ass. Kane is rolling for his gun, but I dive for it.

Marcus and another man are fighting, hard and fast. Fists are flying, there are loud grunts, there’s a lot of blood. I spin, lashing out and kicking Kane in the face. I hit him and he goes down with a bellow. I shove to my feet and rush towards Marcus—that’s when I see Benito. He’s on his knees, and his gun is pointed to Marcus’s head. My heart leaps into my throat.

Marcus saved my life.

Marcus is Mack’s good friend.