He turns his phone so the three of us can look.
“Is that-”
Bash’s words stop as the video cuts to Olivia dropping to her knees to suck some guy’s dick.
King says, “It’s a fantasy website. You hire the girl of your choosing and they come to you, letting you do whatever you want.”
“She’s a prostitute?” Bash looks dazed.
Hell, I think we all are.
King looks me in the eyes. “She hasn’t been active on the website in a while. About the same time she started at the club. My guess is the Feds caught wind of what she was doing and made her a deal like the one they offered Rabbit. Work with them and they’ll look past this.”
Razor shakes his head. “This doesn’t make sense. If she’s helping the Feds, then why do you think she’s helping Maniac, too?”
“That’s the million-dollar question. One that she’s going to have to answer for us.”
Bash looks physically pained. “I’ll go get her.”
“No. We’ll all go. She’s going to have to look each of us in the eyes as she tells us what she’s done.”
She owes us that much.
27
Olivia
I try again to rouse Jas. This time her eyes flutter open.
“Jas,” I whisper. “We need to get out of here. Now. We’re in danger.”
She moans, but nods.
“Can you stand?”
I hold out my hand to help her. She manages to stand, but almost falls. I put my arm around her waist to help support her.
“Don’t know why.” Her eyes lose focus and she sways.
“They drugged you.”
“Bastards.”
Her words slur and I know she’s not going to last long.
“Listen to me, Jas. We need to get outside. Once we’re out there, we can yell for help.”
“’Kay.”
“Okay. Let’s go. One step. Then another. Before you know it, we’ll be outside.”
Together, we take three steps before she leans heavily against me.
“Can’t.”
“Jas, we have to. I’m not going to leave you behind.”
Her eyes well, but she nods. Slowly, we make our way down the narrow hallway of the RV, to the kitchen.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Psycho stands there, gun in hand.
He calls out, “Maniac, you need to get out here. I’ve caught a rat. Or two.”
The bedroom door swings open and Maniac comes out, dick still hanging out.
“Can’t a man get his rocks off?” He sees me and Jas and grins. “Well, isn’t this interesting. Guess I didn’t add enough drugs to the booze.”
Psycho says, “I keep telling you that it works better when it’s injected.”
He reaches out, pulling Jas away from me. He puts his gun on the counter as he grabs something. Jas cries out as he shoves a syringe into her arm. She tries to fight him, but then goes limp. He pushes her down to the floor, where she lies, unmoving. She looks up at me, terror in her eyes. She might be drugged, but she knows exactly what in the fuck is happening.
“See? Keeps the bitches in line.” He pulls the syringe out. “They don’t even protest when you’re fucking ‘em.”
Bile creeps up my throat and sweat beads on my forehead. It’s just a coincidence, I reason with myself. It doesn’t mean it’s the same drug as before-
My arm hung in an unnatural way and no amount of cradling helped the dull throb. He was breathing hard from where I fought him off. But I wasn’t strong enough. I never was. Hell, I was only sixteen.
“Bitch. Knew I’d have to use this on you sooner or later.”
He grabbed hold of me and shoved a syringe into my injured arm. I cried out and then I felt… strange.
He leered at me. “That’s right, baby. Let the drugs do their magic.”
I fell against the mattress, though I wanted nothing more than to crawl away.
He struck again, using me over and over in the vilest ways possible. Through it all, I felt everything. I just couldn’t fight back. A tear slipped past my eyes and he brushed it away as he finished.
“I’ll be back with some friends. They’re going to want to see how well their drug works.”
When he came back, I prayed that I would pass out, so I didn’t have to feel anything as they hurt me. But I never did. Not even once.
I shove the memory away. No! I can’t think about that right now! Not when my life is in danger.
Psycho looks at me. “I’m going to love using it on you, though I’d like to hear your screams as I fuck you in the ass. Such a tough choice.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out.
Reaching behind me, I grasp the knife in my pocket.
“Oh, the kitten has claws. How precious.”
He lunges for me at the same time I shove the knife into his stomach, twisting it. He wasn’t expecting it and falls back as I push the blade again.
“What did you do, you stupid bitch?” he screams, pulling the knife out.
He makes no move to attack again. Instead, he cradles his wound, moving away from me. I turn to Maniac, who’s watching me with rage in his eyes.
“You hurt my brother, you cunt.”
I shrug. “He had it coming.”
Mama Bear comes from the bedroom. “For fuck’s sake, what is going on out here?” She eyes Jas and Psycho on the floor. “Which one of you is bleeding like a stuffed pig?”
“The bitch stabbed Psy,” Maniac says.
Mama Bear turns her gaze to me. “Don’t worry. She’ll be bleeding next.”
I take a step back and my hip hits the counter. Reaching behind me, I feel for Psycho’s discarded gun. My fingers curl around it, but I need to stall them until help arrives.
“Why are you doing this?”
Mama Bear lets out a laugh. “Big E asked the same thing, after the run. The old fucker put two and two together and knew I was the leak. That’s why I had to put the pillow over his face in the hospital and make sure he couldn’t tell another soul.”
Maniac laughs. “Dumb fucker. He actually thought you were in love with him.”
I pull the gun closer.
“You still didn’t answer my question. Why are either of you doing this?”
Maniac answers, “Because we’re tired of being under other people’s rule. We’re getting rid of the weak ones and starting a better club.”
“That seems extreme. Why kill people and try to take down the Devil’s Regents? Why not just leave?”
“Listen to you,” Mama Bear taunts. “You’ve been with the club for a month and think you have all the answers.”
“It’s simple. We want their territory, which we’ll get. Then, we’ll run our new merchandise.” He points to Jas. “Once people see how effective it is, they’ll fall in line.”
I shudder. If this drug gets out into the public-
“That drug is to rape people with. Is that really what you want to be known for?”
He shrugs. “It’ll make us more money than weed and it’s less risky than weapons.”