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crushing wave of despair, and I hated myself for it. I was always good at compartmentalizing.
    You had to when you were the old lady of an abusive President of the Dragons MC. I never had regrets for fucking him over, and stealing his money—until now. For now, the Xanax or fear or adrenaline was keeping everything else at bay.
    They’re going to kill me. He’s going to torture and kill me.
    I waited patiently to feel blind with panic, or rage, or something—but I just felt uncomfortable from lying on the floor. It was cheap carpet, the kind you found in really inexpensive motels. I spent hours looking at the shiny buckle on one of their boots and my eyes glanced occasionally to their faces, trying to recognize them. I didn’t want to. The fact that they hadn’t covered their faces boded ill for me. Blood rushed into my heart as I heard the throttle of motorcycles around the car as it slowed down.
    “Get the fuck up.”
    He kicked my ribs; the steel-toed boot connected with the thin layer of flesh cover my ribs. It was a sharp, agonizing pain. I sat up to stare out the windows, which revealed a ranch house surrounded by a massive gate and barbed wire. The gate opened, and motorcycles sped past the car to park in a row of bikes that gleamed in the sun. The car parked and the door slid open, blasting me with hot sunshine. I barely stood up before one of them kicked me in the back so that I fell out of the car, onto the packed, dry earth.
    They jumped out behind me, their laughter ringing around me as I spat out dirt. Are they going to kill me right away? I felt detached from my body as they hauled me upright. Bikers standing outside the clubhouse walked towards us, grinning at them and leering at me.
    “Where’s Ace?”
    “Ace is dead.”
    The man who spoke had a dusting of salt and pepper hair. His face was leathered and there were sunspots from long hours outside. His jaw was hard as he looked at me through clear eyes. The man stood in front of me with a leather cut stretched across his chest with the small white “President” etched over “Dragons” on his right. His face had a scar that looked like someone slashed a knife across. As a result, the flesh pulled up his lips into a crooked grin. I didn’t recognize him.
    “He’s—he’s dead?” I tried to conceal how relieved I was.
    He spat on the ground in front of me. “Take this bitch to her cell.”
    I should run.
      Even though it was hopeless, the suggestion kept popping up in my head. I should run, I should run, I should run. The doors that led to the club were only a few meters away. Bikers jeered at me as I was led past them.
    Am I just going to walk to my own slaughter?
    Club whores gave me vicious looks as I was pulled into the club—a giant room filled with pool tables, booths, and a bar. There was a man eating something at the bar—a huge, bloody steak. His knife ripped into the flesh and cut another pink piece, opening his mouth and letting it rest on his tongue before he gave me a wink and bit down.
    Then I lost it.
    “LET ME GO!” I screamed and lunged for the billiard balls; they were hard enough to crack open someone’s skull. My fingers grabbed one before he, whoever he was, pulled me back towards him. I whirled around with it inside my hand and bashed it against him. I only got a few feet before I was tackled to the floor and a heavy boot smashed against my fingers, bruising them against the hard ball. I didn’t feel it, not really, not with all the adrenaline pumping inside of my veins.
    “No!”
    Everything happened in a confusing blur of images and sounds. I was shoved down a staircase leading to a steel door that groaned when it opened. I smelled blood saturating the air but I could see nothing and with a small push right in the center of my back I flew forward and landed on concrete. My last glimpse of them before I was shut in the darkness burned in my mind for hours afterward.
     

CAIN
    “Your toy is here.” Crash’s