Bent, Not Broken
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“Well, little red, are you all natural?” Demon’s lips brushed against her cheek. He was so large compared to her. His presence alone had her tensing, waiting for him to strike.
“Go fuck yourself,” she said.
Bad, Deanna, bad. This is a fucking biker, not some twerp in high school.
He didn’t respond how she expected. Demon burst out laughing.
“She’s got fire inside her,” Demon said.
“You’ll tame her.” One of the other men spoke up. She didn’t even bother to look to see who had spoken. This was a nightmare.
She shouldn’t have come over.
“Well, do we have a deal?” her father asked.
He looked nervous.
Demon grabbed her chin and forced her to look at her father. “Your father owes me a shit load of money, Deanna.” How did he know her name? “Do you know what he offered me?” he asked.
She shook her head, more afraid of what he was about to say than what he could have already said.
“He offered me you as payment.”