Page 20 of Dirty Salvation

Had she been taken from one prison to replace a new one?

It seemed unlikely… but fear whispered.Please, god. No.

She couldn't say she knew the president of this MC… knocking hips with her virginity forever ago in another lifetime didn't amount to much other than she knew he was skilled in giving pleasure until she thought she'd die from it.

As for his character... she was unmindful to that.

And therefore, wise to continue to feel fear.

Zara had known nicer feral dogs than Hades was.

For three years, she'd assumed Hades was the biggest terrifying man on the planet after all his monster reputation preceded him.

Whispers and rumors from within her cage had said as much.

People feared him.

That was until Rider had rescued her. She still couldn't shake that look piercing from his eyes when he'd realized who it had been cowering on the floor freshly beating looking like a Goodfellas reject.

He’d been a snarling monster behind the bandana, scaring her further. His fists had been clenched, bloodied, hatred in his dark eyes, every line on his face highlighted by his perfect tanned skin and when he reached down for her, his hand outstretched, Zara had known she was looking up at a bigger danger than Hades had ever been, could ever wish to be.

Because Rider was formidable.

He'd achieved something no one else had. He had freed her from the MC shackles.

Even now he watched her.

She'd been scared putting her hand into his, yet he’d been the lesser of two evils, letting him pull her into the fresh air, place her on his bike.

Until the foreboding wave hit her that she might have walked right from the fat and triple jumped into the fire.

Every reaction she was having to him was visceral.

He was speaking low to a tall guy, their heads bent together, voices hushed.

The guy shrugged, rubbed his thick dark beard. Rider called him Preacher.

He was dressed all in black as all of the men were, a good color for a nighttime raid.

At last, she broke the silence, stood too fast and felt the floor shift under her, her belly growling loudly.

"Listen...Rider. Thank you for getting us out of there, truly, thank you, but we should leave before..." before Hades found me.

Her empty belly tightened.

Where would she go, how would she get there? her mind fired off a barrage of logical questions, stripped of possessions, she had nothing and could go nowhere.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears.Despair.

"I should go. Angela needs taking care of somehow..." Perhaps it was the stark reality of the situation finally sinking in, her terror was over, or her body had reached its limits, but the next thing Zara was aware of the floor rushed up to meet her, she was acutely aware of Rider cursing, his form seemingly appearing out of her nowhere as her vision checked out into a blur.

What was happening to her… she blinked into darkness and knew no more.

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There was no grace as Rider lunged forward to stop Zara's head cracking against the floor. One minute she was stood, the next she went down like a tower block under a control explosion, her voice tapering off until it was a harsh inhale.

He jumped the coffee table, caught a palm roughly under her nape, unable to grab onto her body it landed in an awkward misshapen heap, but he stopped her head from bouncing.