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where she stood and nodded slowly, the gun still in her hands. As she waited for Wayne to speak again, he suddenly lunged, his eyes finally flashing a million emotions. His hands seized her wrists, and even as she tried to keep the gun in her hands, he turned her back to his chest and got the gun from her grip. Eric and Ike cheered as Nate snarled, and Lauren moaned and kicked, he thrashing only stopping when Wayne pressed the gun to her temple.
     
    “Tell him that he’s fucked up for the last time,” Wayne said. “Too bad for him. Worse for you.”
     
    Wayne pushed her into Nate’s arms, and Lauren screamed as he held her in his grip.
     
    “Much worse,” Nate said. “You really his girl?”
     
    Lauren managed to nod, and Nate scoffed as he dragged her towards a dark corner. At the sound of his belt coming loose, her body tensed at the thought that he would take her with force, and she instinctively clenched her muscles in the hope of fighting back the impending assault.
     
    “Wait!” she screamed. “What are you—?”
     
    He shackled her hands to a hook hanging from the ceiling, and Callie’s voice echoed in her brain.
     
    Got their rocks off by cutting into their girls’ skin with razors. Kind of makes you wish for a tap and just be done with it.
     
    “No!” Lauren screamed. “Don’t cut me! Don’t—!”
     
    She was silent as his belt curled around her throat, and she gasped for air.
     
    “Knife not good enough for you,” he said. “Know those scars on your boy’s back?”
     
    Lauren nodded through the tears forming in her eyes, and Nate released her neck as he slapped his buckle to the hard floor.
     
    “Gonna give you a matching set,” Nate promised.
     
    Struggling to free her wrists from the metal keeping her bound in place, her chest heaving as he tore her dress down the back. Her back tensed as the cold air hit her back, and she slammed her eyes shut, fearing the coming pain when a crash of footsteps and shouts burst into the room. Lauren couldn’t look. It had to be another dream, and she couldn’t stand another—
     
    “Cut her down.”
     
    Blake?

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    Daring to look, Lauren’s heart lightened when she saw Blake bare-chested, the leather covering his arms as his limbs rested in tight jeans. His gun was drawn, and Paul and the Night Riders were at his back as the club spread out and pointed their guns at every enemy they could find. Lauren’s eyes briefly met Blake’s, and she thought she saw the fury in his eyes mingling with desperate concern. She tried to smile, tried to tell him that she was really alright.
     
    But Blake shifted his gaze to Nate and the belt still in his hands.
     
    “Drop it,” Blake said, his voice hard and thick.
     
    “Why?” Nate challenged as he left Lauren’s side. “You gonna do me like you did my brother?”
     
    Blake cocked his gun.
     
    “I might.” Blake said.
     
    Nate showed no sign of fear as he crushed the buckle of his belt to the ground again, and Lauren bit down on her lip in fear of the impending blows. She pictured the skin peeling from her flesh in sharp slices, and Nate’s breath was on her back again when he stopped.
     
    “I’ll even bury you in the same grave,” Blake promised. “You can rot with him.”
     
    As he dropped the belt, Lauren started to relax despite her chains, but Nate suddenly plowed forward, his shoulders curled as his head slammed into Blake’s chest.
     
    “Blake!” she screamed.
     
    He kept his hands on his gun as Nate started to rain blows on his broad chest. Every punch caused her to wince, but soon Blake got the better of him. Pressing his body between his hard thighs, Blake trapped Nate’s fuming body on the ground, and he pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple when Wayne released a shrill whistle.
     
    “Enough!” Wayne said. “Game’s up!”
     
    Blake was slow to leave Nate’s fallen form, but when Paul snapped his fingers, Blake was off the ground. Nate