Knife's Property

The sound of bodies hitting the floor is heard above us, one of them falls so harshly that dust clouds around me and I cough as some of it is lodged in my throat.
"Shut the fuck up." The guy next to me snarls. He moves behind me and holds a gun to my head, he's smart enough to keep his eyes on the door and his chest covered by my body.
"I'm sorry." I say quietly. "But you're all going to die."
My heart pounds when the footsteps move down the stairs and stop outside the door.
No one breathes in the still room.
Suddenly, the doors are slammed open and there is Knife, a knife in one hand and a blanket in the other.
His cold gaze sweeps around the room before landing on me. His jaw clenches when he sees me being held at gunpoint and the marks on my face and arms.
"I'm sorry, Sugar." His deep voice drawls, his voice has always had the ability to carry around the room without any effort. "But I'm going to need you to close your
eyes."
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When Strawberry meets Knife, he instantly knows she's his.
Knife is new to the MC, the Knights, her dad is a member of. He's the youngest member and known for his his cold and apathic nature. His past is as dark as it is twisted, while Strawberry has lived sheltered by the club and has a warped sense of family.
Struggling to come to terms with the unconventional way of their relationship, Knife is more than happy to show Strawberry just how good it is to submit to him. To submit all of her.