He removed his hand from her clit. “Cold, fucking whore. Can’t even come when I’m rubbing your pussy.”
The scent of alcohol seeped through his pores. His sweat dripped onto her face, mixing with her tears. She wouldn’t allow this man to ruin her. Never. She hadn’t ever lived anywhere except with her mother, but she had to get to her father. It didn’t matter that she’d have to drop out of high school in her senior year. Neither did it matter that her father headed the Death Dwellers’ MC. He’d welcome her and he’d get her mother away. She’d call and, if he didn’t answer, she’d leave a message and tell him she’d come to him. He didn’t have to pick her up.
Thomas grunted then stiffened before shuddering and relaxing his grip on her. A moment later, he yanked her face to the side, almost breaking her neck. He planted his mouth over hers and shoved his tongue past her lips.
Thomas cupped Meggie’s sex and squeezed. “I want all that innocence between your legs. Your father will never get you. Never. You’re mine.”
Though she should’ve known better, she couldn’t help her resistance, which only infuriated Thomas more. He cuffed the side of her head and stars danced in front of her, lulling her to the darkness. She resisted, refusing to give in so completely. If she didn’t run away, he’d ruin her and, eventually, kill her. Dinah had married this pig. Meggie hadn’t and determination to get away from his sick perversions possessed her.
He leaned in and Meggie spat in his face, then threw her hands over her head to protect herself. He shoved her onto her back, ignoring the cuts she’d done because they were interspersed with bruises he’d caused. He stretched out on top of her and her body screamed in pain. Hatred flowed between them and she almost wished one of them would end it for the other.
But she didn’t want to die. Not really. She just wanted to escape and be in control of her body. She wanted someone to love her and shield her. Until she got to her daddy, though, responsibility for her well-being fell on her shoulders. She tried to gulp in air but her lungs struggled for oxygen, Thomas’s heavy weight crushing her and placing her well-being in dire jeopardy.
Mama, please, where are you?
Beaten and brutalized and in her bedroom.
Meggie brought her blade to his cheek, furious. Caught off guard, Thomas clutched his cheek and fell to her side. She scrambled over him and off her bed, just managing to evade his grasping hands.
“You little fucking bitch. I’m going to kill you.”
Blood dripped from a variety of wounds on her body, so she couldn’t hide in the secret cupboard she’d found. A trail of blood would lead him straight to her. Instead, she ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
Meggie rushed to the window over the sink. She kept it unlocked for this reason, learned from almost five years of living with this. Thomas kicked at the door and she shuddered, sorry she hadn’t told her father the truth when Dinah first barred him from visiting anymore. He’d asked her.
“Talk to me, Meggie. Is there anything I should know?”
“No, Daddy. I swear, we’re fine.”
His blue eyes, so like hers, had taken in every last detail of her features, then he’d nodded. He’d seemed old in that instant, tired, and so sad Meggie wanted to cry.
“So your momma just want to cut me out like that? All because the asshole she married don’t like me.”
“I guess, Daddy,” she whispered. The truth lodged in her throat, right on the edge of her lips. Big Joe looked tall and intimidating, his blond hair reminiscent of a Berserker rather than a modern day motorcycle man. If nothing else, he’d take her with him. But, then, she’d have to leave Dinah behind and she couldn’t bear to think of her mother being alone with Thomas. “They just told me last night.” She mumbled the lie.
Big Joe crouched to her eye level. “You don’t lie good, sweetheart.”
She lowered her eyelids, embarrassed she’d been caught. Her arms throbbed from her cuts. New ones. Old ones. Partially healed ones. Her long-sleeves hid the wounds from her father, but the guilt of the injuries weighed upon her.
Another moment of silence went by before he turned on his heel and headed for his bike. Before climbing on, he shoved money into Meggie’s hands. “Go shopping. Cheer yourself up.”
Shopping sounded good. She nodded and embraced him, her world a train of dominoes collapsing at a reckless speed.
“You need me, call. I’m a phone call away. Remember, you’re my daughter. No matter what that asshole says to you, don’t believe shit. The problem is his, not yours.”
Thomas’s words weren’t the problem. It was his actions.
“If the fucker does anything,” Big Joe continued, like he’d seen her thoughts, “that’s when he’s going to have real problems. Understand, Megan?”