Page 34 of Hawk

My life.

Tessa

Past

“It’s gonna be killer tonight. The party is supposed to be off the hook,” Sienna says as we leave the mall. The sun is slowly setting in the west allowing the golden glow of the parking lot lights to illuminate the blacktop. The air is still warm even though it’s the beginning of fall, but that’s what we expect in New Mexico.

“Devin said he’ll cover for me, so I don’t have to have someone from the club following us.”

“You mean you.”

“Yeah.” She shrugs. “Whatever.”

“Is that why we don’t have a babysitter now?”

When we aren’t with her brothers, then someone from their MC is with us—except today. Protection, Devin Sr. says. It’s the only way he’ll allow his little girl to have somewhat of a life. Even at the age of twenty, she still has to have someone close by. I don’t pretend to know how it is to live as a daughter of an MC president. My mama has told me time and time again to keep my head down when I’m around the clubhouse or even the members. I’m surprised she’s allowed me to continue my friendship with Sienna all these years.

“Hey, chicas. Que pasa? What’s up?”

My eyes shoot up to a group of guys walking towards us. The lights shine above them, causing dark shadows to fall upon each of their faces. They’re all wearing black leather vests, which only means one thing in these parts—MC club. The hairs on the back of my neck raise, an uneasy feeling comes over me as they continue to get closer. From my peripheral vision, I see more guys surround us.

“Looks like they’re all by their lonesome,” the second guy says as he scans the area.

“Tsk, tsk tsk, where’s your Papi, little lady?” Another guy asks.

Sienna’s hand grabs my wrist. Her nails dig into my skin.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t cha?” Another guy steps closer, taking her hair between his fingers, bringing it to his face before he inhales. “Hmmm… No wonder the Prez has a thing for the Sinclair ladies. They are some fine ass bitches.” He tilts his head back and hoots into the air, making me jump.

“What do you want?” Sienna snaps while I stand there, silent. My heart is pounding within my chest, my blood rushing through my ears.

“Well, that’s a damn good question.” The one who still has Sienna’s hair in his hands answers. He eyes her up and down, licking his lips. Without warning, he tugs on her hair, pulling her body to his. Her back hits his chest, making her yelp. “Now, now, little lady. Let’s keep this little exchange quiet, shall we?” he speaks in her ear, while he stares at me. Slowly I watch as his hand comes up and squeezes her breast. Tears instantly form in her eyes before they roll down her cheeks.

“You aren’t a Sinclair, are you?” The voice coming from the left asks me.

Turning my head, a man stands next to me. His eyes are crazed as he takes in my body. I start to shudder in fear as he runs his fingers up and down my arm. Sienna’s cries are muffled. I shake my head no.

“He only said he wanted the Sinclair bitch.” He takes a step closer to me, wrapping his hand around my waist, tugging me to his body. Dragging his nose up my neck, my body breaks out in chills. I close my eyes when I feel the wet of his tongue touch my skin.

“I say Prez can have the Sinclair bitch, and we’ll take this one.”

“Yeah,” another one sneers, “We can have our own little party.”

“Hell yeah, let’s fuck her.”

“NO!” Sienna screams at the top of her lungs.

“Get that bitch outta here, Jose. I don’t need anyone calling this in.” His tongue snakes up my neck again. “We haven’t had our fun yet, have we boys?” His chest vibrates with laughter.

I watch as the guy whose name is Jose hauls Sienna over his shoulder. She looks up, keeping her gaze on me. Her eyes are crazed, looking back at me as she fights against the man’s hold. She pounds into his back, but nothing seems to be working. She reaches her hand out for me, calling my name, crying for me, but there’s nothing I can do. I watch as my best friend disappears behind rows of cars. As soon as I hear the roar of both bike and truck engines, I know that I’m never going to see her again.

I squeeze my eyes closed as tears freely break loose. My body shakes against my captor’s hold. He grabs the back of my head, yanking it down. I cry out in pain. “Please,” I beg him through sobs. His face is right there, studying me, his eyes wild. He leans in and bites my neck making me cry out in pain. I jerk back, trying to get myself free from his hold, but it doesn’t work.

I feel his arm wrap about my midsection as he lifts me from the concrete. “It’s time to get this party started, boys.”

“Take her behind the dumpster. We’ll have plenty of time over there,” someone says from behind me.

“Fuck me, my cock is fucking ready for this bitch’s pussy,” I hear another guy call out.