Brage & Dinah
An arm wrapped around her waist from behind. A new panic washed over her, and she kicked out as her feet left the ground, struggling to get away. She wouldn’t let them kill her.
Her life wasn’t supposed to end this way.
She wanted to leave.
She wanted to go home.
“Calm, babe.” Brage captured her flailing arms with his free one. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
She threw back her head, connecting with Brage’s shoulder. “Let. Me. Go.”
Fighting his hold on her, she screamed, unable to break out of his grasp. Bigger and stronger, he was more determined to keep her.
Her feet left the ground. Afraid he was going to take her back inside the clubhouse and lock her inside again, she writhed in his arms.
Nothing she tried fazed him. He carried her away from the gate and put her feet on the ground and pressed her against the wall of the clubhouse.
She pushed at his chest, trying to shove him out of her way. He never budged.
“You used to like having me press you against the wall, the Jeep, the floor.” His arms kept her in front of him.
She stiffened, shaking with rage that he’d remind her of her mistakes. If she would’ve known he was going to kidnap her, she never would’ve had sex with him or went to the party or agreed to help Tony.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was in a hopeless situation.
“Listen to me.” Brage bent his head down to her ear. “I’m not putting you back in the room.”
“Let me go.” She grabbed the front of his vest as she held on to hope. “Please, Brage. I’ll do anything. I just need to get out of here.”
“Can’t do that.”
“I swear, you’ll never see me again. I’ll go far away. I can’t—”
“Do you belong to Moroad Motorcycle Club?” He straightened to his full height.
She tilted her head. “No.”
“Don’t lie to me.” He lowered his voice. “You were with a Moroad member.”
Her heart raced. He was too close. She couldn’t think.
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