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I giggled.
It was the wrong thing to do. Tristan’s hand curled into my hair and slammed my head back. Stars blossomed before my eyes. He dragged me upwards, onto my knees, and pushed his shrivelled, flaccid penis against my lips.
“Open your mouth, bitch, and take it all.”
The tiniest piece of strength inside me rose up in defiance. I couldn’t help it. I shouldn’t have done it, but I laughed. “Take what, you pencil-dick piece of shit? You can’t even get it up.”
“Don’t you fucking laugh at me!” Again and again, Tristan’s fist slammed into my face. After the third blow, I fell to the side, no longer able to stay upright. And it hurt, but that was okay. I could take a beating. Better that than letting some wrinkly cock into my mouth.
He knelt over me, raining blow after blow against my body and head.
“Fucking, filthy bitch.” His fist smashed into my face and my nose exploded in blood. “Biker whore. No wonder I can’t—” He shook with rage. “Fucking choke.” My ripped panties were wadded up and forced between my lips. “You’re gonna die here, bitch, and no one will ever be able to find you.”
With the panties in my mouth and my nose broken, it was hard to breathe. And it was impossible to scream as Tristan Hunter began to beat me.
He didn’t stop even after my body had gone limp.
He was going to beat me to death.
Chapter Eighteen
Legacy
“What do you mean there's no sign of her?” Rubbing my temple above the aching pain of the gash that had been haphazardly stitched together, I grimaced. I’d refused the hospital, I didn't need one. But Tristan Hunter would when I got my hands on him.
Twenty-four hours and there was nothing. No news of his whereabouts or Kate. No one had even seen his face. He wasn't at any of his usual haunts, and neither his good-for-nothing brother or mother had shown their faces. It was almost like they knew what was coming for them. In reality, they had no idea what kind of hell was going to rain down in their organisation. By the time I was finished, the Hunters would be wiped out of existence.
Pocket looked uncomfortable. He had been the one to stitch me up. The one who had come when I had called after I had woken to find the car tires slashed. Tristan had to know I was going to come after him with all the might of the Savage Sons. All of it. The fool hadn't thought to take my phone, so it wasn't long after I woke up that Pocket arrived.
Taking me to the hospital had been mentioned, but I'd closed that down quickly. I didn't need a hospital for a few cuts and a concussion compared to what I feared was happening to Kate.
“A person can't just vanish,” I mumbled. The urge to reach for a drink was almost overwhelming, but I knew I needed to be sharp and have my wits about me. Booze wouldn't help me with that.
Pocket looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking. Of course they could. People vanished all the time. Some were never seen again. The thought opened a dark pit in my stomach.
“We’re going to find her, brother,” he said softly. “And we are going to make those bastards pay.”
I wanted to believe his words, and he did as well, but there could be no denying the doubt on his face. Even if we did get her back, and it was a big if, what would we get back? I knew Tristan's reputation. He would leave her broken. A shell of the person she was before.
And it was all my fault. I had thought the threat had passed and let my guard down. This was on me.
All of it.
“Legacy?”
I whirled, almost slipping from the stool, and stared as Domino came into the room. There was dried blood on his knuckles.
“Any news?” Regaining my feet, I strode towards him. When Domino and Duke had left earlier, they’d had two jobs, one to get Conner and my sister somewhere safe and the other to go to my dad. Ghost might be sick, but he was still in charge. None of the club could move without his say so. Not that I would listen to him in this situation. Kate was my everything, and she was the only family Conner knew. I had to bring her home.
“Is everything okay?” Pocket sounded calm, but I knew he had seen the blood on the older man's knuckles like I had. Domino looked down at it thoughtfully.
“El and the boy are safe. They are with the band, so the security is top-notch. Chance is there as well. I called him in.”
I nodded gratefully. At least that was one less thing to worry about.
“And my old man?”
I didn't like the way his eyes shifted. If Ghost hadn't given his consent for us to move then he could die alone and screaming for all I cared. I would burn the city to the ground and the club with it. They could all go to hell.
