Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (read dune TXT) 📕

I close my eyes, enjoying the sound of the knuckles cracking into his jaw. Michael’s body is shaking.

I grip his face. “Look at me. Never take your eyes off of me. If you do, I will take your eyes, understand?”

He nods. “Yes, sir.”

I laugh. “Shit.” Walking around behind him, I look at his back. I lift my arm back and forward as hard as I can, blooding pooling from the marks.

He screams. I do it again and again until he is unconscious

I grab a bucket of water and throw it over him, waking him back up. He looks around the room, completely confused to what is happening.

I get right back to work, until his back resembles something from a horror movie.

I throw the whip to a prospect, who cleans it for me. I’ll have to start that shit again once he starts to heal.

He sees me come into view, and his eyes go directly to me. “Tell me, why did you hurt her? And do not fucking lie to me.”

He swallows hard, looking around the room. “I didn’t.”

I punch him as hard as I can, glaring at him. “I said don’t,” I growl at him, so fucking pissed off.

His eyes narrow on me. “Because she is a worthless wife. All she did was cry. All I asked was for her to warm my bed, cook my food. She didn’t do any of that shit. She had to be punished daily to correct her. I had her broken in as the perfect wife until Jessica came and got her. Now look at her, she is fucking the devil. I should have done it harder,” he explodes, spewing every little thing he felt about her.

“She gave up those fucking brats. I should have gotten paid for them, but no. I paid for her. I was supposed to get paid for them brats. River is still up for grabs, though. Tell me, where is she?” He grins.

“Shut up!” the old fucker hisses and my eyes widen in realization. I look at my brothers, and I run out of the room without bothering to look back to see if they’re following me.

“Fuck, track her phone now!” I tell our tech guy. He gets his laptop out and I wait as the seconds go by.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” I yell, running my hands through my hair. I’m pissed the fuck off, but another part of me is scared out of mind.

I love those girls.

“She is right outside of town, in Randy Texas.”

I grin, taking out my phone and calling my brother Gage, the president of the Grim Sinners Rebels who lives there.

River

I try to shift from my position. They fucking came into my job in the middle of the night where I was working late.

My gun is strapped in the front of my jeans. I heard them come in and I had time to stuff it in there before they broke the door down.

I wiggle my wrist to test the ropes they tied me up with. That was their first mistake.

I’m lying in the trunk of the car. I strain with all of my might to stretch the rope to get a little extra wiggle room.

It works.

My adopted dad is a fucking doomsday prepper. He prepared me for this shit. I was adopted when I was five years old by a Navy SEAL dad who knew how corrupt shit is.

I still have on my bracelet he gave me, which has a tracker on it. If I hit the button it will send a SOS to him and my location.

Thank goodness I listened to that fucker. He’s not so crazy after all. I was hacking shit by the time I was ten years old and I was good at it.

I roll over and hear the slight click as the button is pushed in. I know these guys are from the cult. I knew by the haircut and the clothes.

Stupid pilgrim fuckers.

We have been driving for an hour when we pull up onto a gravel road. They never even checked me for my phone. It’s in my shirt below my boob.

I put my back against the back of the seat. Lifting my foot, I kick out the head light so I can see outside.

All I can see is a shit ton of trees and darkness.

I close my eyes and pray that if I’m killed, my mother doesn’t blame herself. She is too fucking sweet for this world.

I sure as hell will go down fighting.

I wait until we stop and I loosen my ropes even more. I hold my breath, listening as my captors talk as if nothing is happening.

How many fucking girls have they kidnapped?

The trunk pops open and I’m faced with the ugliest motherfucker I have ever seen.

I look at him in disgust right before I kick him straight in the face, then I climb out of the trunk and kick him as hard as I can in the balls.

“Kidnap me again, bitch,” I snarl, ready to finish his reproductive system when I’m punched on the side of the head.

I stumble to the side and I’m lifted off of the ground by two of them and carried inside of a house.

They turn on the lights and my eyes have to adjust to the brightness. There is a chair right in the middle of the room.

They sit me down onto the chair hard. I stand back up, kicking out at whoever is in front of me.

He lets me go for a second, but another fucker comes forward, slamming me into the chair, causing the back of my head to hit the chair.

I freeze, the pain overwhelming me for a second. They take that moment to tie another rope around me, securing me to the chair.

Fuck.

I move my feet a certain way my dad taught me so it will be easier to get my feet free if I need to.

They tie me up and step back, grinning to