FORBIDDEN: The Stowaway PART ONE

Chapter Twenty-Five - Zay

Before I can dive into this shit show, I'm startled by Peter leaning on the doorframe, watching me brush my teeth.

I spit once more as he comes up behind me, pushing himself so hard into me I wince. The vanity is digging into my abdomen.

He breathes into my ear. "You think you can get away with trying to kill me?"

I groan, trying to push off the vanity but it only makes him shove me harder. "It was an accident. You're fine, are you not?"

He grabs my jaw, holding it steady and locking eyes with minr in the mirror. "Not all ghosts can be put to rest."

"Fuck you."

He chuckles, biting my cheek. "I did." His grip tightens on my face and he grits his teeth. "Just like you fucked my brother."

How the hell does he know that?

I wince, grabbing onto his hand. "Peter, please."

"Please, what? Hmm? That's our daddy's cabin. We got cameras all over the place. One in the living room, aimed right at the kitchen table where we used to share family meals. My brother ate a meal on that table, all right." He cackles softly. "I ate a meal, too, the night you stabbed me in the neck."

"You killed my best friend," I whisper, tears sliding down my cheeks.

"I'd do anything for this club."

"Betraying your brother, too?"

He grits his teeth and squeezes my face harder. "Lillian got our daddy sent to prison. She got loads of our people sent to prison. It might not be Riggs's fault, but he brought her into our club."

I push off the vanity, needing a moment of relief from the pain in my pelvic bones. "Peter, please, stop this. You don't have to kill anyone—"

"You didn't have to kill anyone but look what happened." He licks the side of my face. "Don't worry, I have plans for you to apologize. And it involves you on all fours."

I whimper, struggling to get loose of his grip but it's a mistake. He grips harder and my molars are digging into my cheek. I can taste blood. I'm sure of it. Something that sounds like "stop" leaves my lips. But my winces and cries make more of a sound than my words.

"Enough," Crew says, standing in the door way. "Let's get to the club and deal with her there."

I wince again as Peter takes a step back and grabs onto a wad of my hair, dragging me out of the washroom.

Riggs is sitting on my bed with his head in his hands, unable to fathom this insanity.

He looks up as his brother is manhandling me, showing no remorse.

Whatever we had is gone.

Riggs is not going to save me anymore.

I'll be long gone, like the woman we each thought we knew.

Peter lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder, making his way through the house, and stops once we reach the front door. Two bikers are sitting on the couches in the living room and he taps my ass, gripping roughly. "Y'know, if you scream once we're outside, I'll stab you in the leg. Go it?"

I sniff, muffling a sob. "Okay."

He swings me off his shoulder and shoves me into the front door. "Okay, what?"

I glance at the living room as the two men rise to their feet and make for us. "Okay, I won't scream," I say softly, my lower lip quivering.

Peter smiles, kissing my forehead. "Good girl."

He grabs onto my arm and opens the front door, leading me into the shining sun. He takes me to the black Mercedes that showed an appearance at the cabin, and shoves me into the passenger's seat. It reeks of stale cigarettes and his cheap cologne.

As soon as Peter sits beside me, he lights a cigarette and waits for everyone to join us. That scar is disgusting. It spans from the side of his neck to under his jaw; a scar crawling like spider legs. I did that. I tried to kill him because he killed my best friend.

I was defending her when I should have been protecting her.

Where did I go wrong? How did I not see the signs?

I look out the window and start to cry again.

This feels like I'm waiting on death row. My final hours until the sun sets.

My last sunset.

My ending. This is my ending.