Night Rider (AMBW)

#19

"I don't wanna join your little club." I crossed my arms. "It's not for me."

"Oh, but it is." The blonde walked around me in a circle until he was standing behind me. He leant down to whisper in my ear. "I am pretty sure you don't want my men coming into your house everyday to use you. Right?"

"Use me?" I questioned.

He smiled a creepy smile. It was unpleasant.

"Abuse you, torture you, rape you, all of those good things." He nodded his head. "Or would you? You look like the kind of slut that would like those things." He wrapped his hand around my throat tightly. "Choke you just like this." He squeezed tighter. I was gasping until he let go before I could pass out.

I coughed & fell onto the ground. "Maybe I should tie you up just like your 'man'," He air quoted. "Over there." He grabbed the gun out of my hand sneakily and held it to my head.

"Do it." I looked up at him grabbing the gun and aiming it towards my head. "Do it!" I screamed at him.

He pressed the trigger and I jumped slightly. "If this was my gun you would be dead right now." He pulled it away from my head. "Blanks? Really?" He shook his head at me. "You're a dumbass just like him."

I scoffed at him. "Besides, wouldn't wanna kill you too quickly. That wouldn't be any fun, would it?" He chuckled again.

"You're shitty club here is no fun either. It's a bunch of bullshit. Like you." I replied back.

"You've got a smart mouth now. Fix it before I fix it for you, got it?" He had a tight grip on my hair and pain shot down my neck.

I groaned softly & he let my hair go. "Now, sweetheart, are we making a deal or no? I think it's a rhetorical question." He tossed the gun in his hand.

I stayed quiet. I regretted it immediately. The red haired guy kicked Kai in his stomach repeatedly and the poor boy hunched over.

"Stop it! Please!" I screamed at him. He stopped and laughed aloud.

"You actually care about this punk? You must've been truly desperate to want to be with him. I've never seen a-" A gun shot went off.

I looked over to see where it came from. Claire?

"I care about him." She had shot him in his knee, not trying to kill him purposely.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked her. She held the gun up by her side.

"I could ask you the same question. You said you were done with him."

"Don't you have a boyfriend to be bothering?" I shook my head. "So i'm guessing you're apart of this gang too?"

"How do you think Kai & I met?"

"How do you think I was supposed to know that?" I snapped back.

"I'm the one with the gun here."

"Claire, sit. Gianna, decision." Blondie interrupted.

"I-I just don't want to be involved in this stuff anymore. I want to go home."

"I don't think that's an option at this point, sweetheart. I'll make the decision for you. You'll be working with us. Gladly. Welcome to the team."