Ride Or Die (Hell's Tribe MC Series) [Book 5]

Chapter 32: Royally Fucked

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~Bucky~

The drive to the clubhouse felt long, especially since four of my brothers looked about ready to kill me themselves. Cash was driving, but I could see his intense gaze through the rearview mirror when he looked back at me every couple of minutes. Bear and Mack would probably skin me alive themselves if they had the opportunity, and Ricky only looked at me with a blank expression, almost as if he couldn't believe what I had done.

While I knew it was bad getting involved with Carter, they were acting as if I was some kind of pedophile who had taken advantage of her or some shit. I was only a few years older than her and Carter was a consenting adult way before anything had even happened between us. Even still, to them, falling in love with her was just as bad as if I had raped her.

Fuck, I wished things had turned out differently.

If we could have snuck around for even a little bit longer, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, but with the timing of everything else going on, Mick and Cash were already on edge and finding out that Carter and I were sleeping together was enough to make them both erupt. Hell—everyone was on edge with everything that had happened these last few months. Between Nora's Stalker and Carter's grandma's health, there hasn't been a moment where anyone could rest easy. Finding out about me and Carter was just the cherry top.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified of what Mick planned to do with me. I had watched him torture men ten times tougher than me, and he still managed to find a way to bring them to tears and begging for mercy. There was no telling how much pain and he planned on inflicting on me, or the brutality he had in mind for the man who had been fucking his daughter behind his back. 

I felt a little bit sick as we pulled into the clubhouse, but I sucked back my urge to throw up, desperate to keep myself together for as long as I possibly could.

Maybe this made me a pussy, but when your fate was in Randall McPherson's hands, you couldn't help but feel completely terrified.

I wasn't surprised when Ricky and Bear had dragged me out of the van and walked me to the back of the property. They led me to the shed hidden in the back of the lot that was almost completely covered by the old spruce trees that were at least 25 meters tall. I hated the way my skin crawled the second they led me inside, but I couldn't help it. Many men had been tortured for hours before losing their lives in this shitty little shed and I worried my fate would be the same. Ryan and Rigs were only two of the many that had seen these crappy four walls before they died and if they brought me here, I knew that Mick must have the same plans for me.

Bear forced me into the rusty metal chair that was placed in the center of the room and zip-tied my hands behind my back and my feet to the legs of the chair. Without another word, Bear had exited the shed, leaving only me and Ricky inside.

"Carter?" Ricky questioned, speaking to me for the first time, but not even looking me in the eye.

"I love her," I attempted.

That seemed to get Ricky's attention cos finally, he met my gaze. He was shaking his head with disbelief, running his hands through his hair out of pure frustration.

"That love is gonna get you killed," he announced. "I hope it was worth it."

With that, Ricky let himself out and slammed the door shut behind him. I could hear the deadbolts being applied from the outside, and the sounds of Ricky and Bear mumbling together before it got silent.