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Raven

P ounding. My head is fucking pounding, and my arms are stiff. The smell of smoke and damp, dirty air fills my nose as I blink my eyes open.

I'm in a small, dark room with crumbling concrete walls. Shifting, I look around. The room is empty, but I hear voices outside the metal door. Two? Three men, maybe? I can't be sure through the pounding in my head, but I know they outnumber me.

Those fucking pricks got me. Covered my mouth with some chemical dampened cloth and knocked me out. The fuckers. I'll make them regret it. That's for damn sure.

Pulling myself to a seated position, I listen closely to the voices. They're gloating about capturing me, talking about how devastated the Sons will be when they can't find me here in . . . I can't make out the city. Wherever they brought me is supposedly hours away from Phoenix.

Fuck.

The Bastards outside my door are talking about Scar, their horrific leader. He's pleased that they brought me in and did heavy damage to the Sons but pissed they didn't get Nix too. Thank fuck for that.

At least I only have myself to worry about here; I can handle that. As long as Nix is safe, I can take whatever these assholes throw at me. I'll make them wish they left me behind. Looking down at my arms, I see bruising from where they manhandled me to get me here, bruising, but no restraints. They probably thought I'd be out longer. That or they don't think I'm a threat.

Boy, will they regret that.

Feet shuffling and the creak of the heavy door catches my attention as three men enter the room. I recognize one of them from the house—one of the two Bastards who ganged up on me to get me here. The others are strangers. The guy from the house smiles widely when he notices I'm conscious.

"Well, look who's awake. Hello, sweetness." His voice is almost as disgusting as he is, making my skin crawl as he looks me over. "Didn't think you'd be awake so soon, but since you are . . . "

He starts toward me, and I shoot to my feet, readying myself for a fight. One of the others shoots a hand out, stopping him in his tracks. "Boss says no one touches her until he's sent his message to her daddy."

I grit my teeth at his words, clenching my jaw so hard it aches. Fuck these guys! Scar's guys. The sadistic prick who rapes and murders for sport. They'll all burn before this is over. Even if the Sons don't make it in time to get me out, I'll see to it that every last one of them fucking burns.

The nasty one shoots his fellow goon a look and says, "Well, Boss won't know if it's just a little taste." He moves forward, shoving his way past his friend as he eyes me, licking his lips as his eyes gleam with malice.

Every step closer makes my blood boil. I know what his intentions are, and his buddies don't seem primed to stop it, even with Boss's orders. Big Nasty sends me a look that makes my hair stand as he continues moving closer. The other two hang back, content to watch whatever their sick friend has in store. Neither moving an inch to stop it.

I set my sights on Big Nasty, calculating every step he takes, and when he's within arm's reach, my lips curl in cruel delight. Rebel Raven is here now, and she's itching for a fight.