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each other happily. “What do you want?” I ask.

Another man steps into the room. He is around sixty years old. “You’re here to be my wife.” He grins, flashing me his yellow teeth.

What do I do?

I laugh, tears rolling down my face. “I would rather scoop my eyeballs out with a spoon than marry you, you disgusting motherfucker,” I hiss at him. He is disgusting.

He smile drops. “I can’t wait to beat that fire out of you, cunt.” He walks to me and grips my face in his hand hard, his nasty long nails digging into my skin.

My eyes never leave his. I stare into those lifeless pits of his. Mine shows the promises of what I am going to do him. I am going to destroy him and this fucking cult.

I grin through the pain in my jaw, not caring that he’s going to bruise me. “Just know everyone goes to sleep sometime.” I wink.

He lets go of my face, stepping back. I mean that shit. The others are watching him and not me. I take my cut.

I slip my hands free of the rope. I reach down into my pants and take out my gun, taking off the safety in a split second and pointing it at the fat fuck who says he is going to marry me.

He stumbles back into the wall. I laugh. “God, you are all a bunch of worthless fuckers.” I pull my legs free easily, then pull the rope over my head.

I lean back into the seat, staring at them all. “I’m not sure why you fuckers think you’re god. You love to beat down women because your weenies are small.” I frown, staring at his little package. “Shit, I have a pussy and I have a bigger dick than you,” I mock him.

He gasps at me being vulgar. “You will not speak to me this way!” he yells.

I roll my eyes. “You will not speak to me this way,” I taunt him, throwing my hair over my shoulder and standing up. “Why don’t you sit the fuck down?” I nod at the chair.

He doesn’t move for a second, so I take the initiative and shoot at his foot, kinking his baby toe.

He screams and stumbles to the chair, which creaks, and I’m almost afraid that shit is going to fall through the floor.

The door is slammed open and the most beautiful man walks through the door. My eyes go to his cut, which reads, Grim Sinners Rebels, Gage, President.

He looks around the room and grins at the scene before him. “Looks like someone started the party without me.”

He walks up to me, looking down. I come to the center of his chest. He is gigantic. “River?” he asks.

I grin. “That’s me. Seems I got kidnapped.”

He throws head back and laughs, the veins popping out in his throat. “What a shame, darlin’. I came here to rescue you. Seems like I need to rescue these fuckers.”

I laugh right along with him, which is fucked up. “Nah, they wanted to, and I quote, ‘beat the fire out of me, cunt.’”

Gage’s smile drops. I see the fire in his eyes and the wicked grin. “Oh did they now? Seems like the fun is just beginning.”

Maverick

I don't even feel the road, I’m driving so fast to River. I’m worried the fuck out of my mind.

My brother should have gotten there fifteen minutes ago. I pull up with my brothers to a house in the fucking middle of nowhere.

The second we turn off the bikes, I hear the screaming.

I rush into the house without a second thought, my fucking heart about to explode thinking it’s River.

I slam the door open and I stop dead, my eyes going to River, who is carving CUNT onto the chest of this old man. Gage, my crazy fucking brother, is standing back looking like a proud fucking boyfriend.

The fuck?

Gage turns to me. “Fuck, brother, you acted like shit was dire. I came in here and she had shot off his toe.” He walks over and slaps my shoulder. I am too old for this shit.

River puts the knife onto the counter. “Did I forget to mention my adopted dad was a crazy Navy SEAL who is obsessed with this kind of shit happening?” She fixes her shirt like nothing is happening.

I stare at her like she has a third fucking head. “Do I have blood on my face?” she asks Gage.

“Fuck, I wish you did, that would make you more beautiful.”

My head snaps over to look at him. “What the fuck?” I snarl at him.

River puts her finger in the small cut on her arm, bringing the blood up to her face, rubbing it across her cheek.

Gage looks at me, dead-ass serious. “I’m keeping her.” He fucking bends down and picks her up off of the floor, carrying her out of the house.

River just laughs, looking up at me. “I’m okay, Maverick,” she reassures me.

“Gage, put her the fuck down before I put a bullet in you.” Gage turns around with her still in his arms. “Brother, you know me.”

I do fucking know him. My brother is the best, but he is also fucking crazy. He don’t give a shit about what he does, ever. He was a member of the Sinners but he decided to start his own club for people like this. The rebels.

“Bell,” I say, and River gives me a soft look. “I love my mother, more than life, but I have to live my life. This time I accept being kidnapped.”

Gage laughs. He puts her on his bike and gets in front of her. He gives me a fucking finger wave and leaves.

My brothers stand behind me, confused as I am, “Did your brother just kidnap River?” Smiley asks.

I laugh. “Actually I think she did.”

They all bust out laughing, but I got some fuckers to kill who thought it was a good idea to kidnap my girl.

What a great night.

Maverick

Twenty-five days later

Today is the day