Diego: Leatherbacks MC by Heather West Page A

teases when they mess with the wrong guy.”
     
    “You’ve got me all wrong, Micah.  I just…”
     
    The elevator opened, but was empty.  I turned to make a run for the door next to it, hoping his drunken state would slow him enough that I could get into the stairwell there and away from him.  Instead, he lunged forward and shoved me into the opening, clamping his big sweaty hand over my mouth before I could scream.  Pushing the button for his floor, he held me in place, his foul breath making me gag as he growled at me from only inches away.
     
    “I don’t have anything wrong, bitch.  You’re going to do exactly what I want you to do.”
     
    I was filled with panic.  As the elevator went up a few floors, I prayed that someone would be standing there when it opened and saw that I needed help.  My heart almost stopped as it came to a stop and the doors opened, revealing no one.  This couldn’t be happening.  I had known I was setting myself up for danger when I decided to do this, but I never considered anything like this.
     
    Micah was dragging me down the hall as I continued to try to fight to free myself.  With one arm around my waist and the other still clamped over my mouth, he made his way to a room only a few doors down from the elevator and pushed me against the door, holding me there with his body as he struggled to work the door key with one hand and keep his other pressed firmly over my lips. 
     
    Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of one of the other girls down the hall.  It was the same one Dio had sent to entertain the guest who was looking for coke one night.  I think Penny was her name.  Seeing her as my only chance, I took it, clamping my teeth down hard onto Micah’s hand.  He yanked it back and cursed loudly.  It gave me just enough time to get her attention.
     
    “Help!  Help me! Penny! Get Dio!”
     
    Penny looked at me, seeming puzzled at first, and then she smiled knowingly.  Rather than helping me, she opened the door to the room she had been heading into and blew me a kiss, disappearing inside.  I was stunned.  How could a woman let another woman be assaulted and do nothing to stop it?  I began screaming as loudly as I could.  Before I realized what was happening, Micah drew back his hand and struck me solidly with his fist, making my head spin.  I felt myself falling into the opening doorway.
     
    Everything was gray as he shoved me inside and locked the door behind him, fishing around in his pocket for something.  I was aware of the smell of gas fumes as he pulled a dirty bandana from his pocket and stuffed it into my mouth before pushing me down onto the bed.  I could only assume he had wiped his hands on it after fueling his bike.  I felt myself convulse and became frightened I would throw up and choke.  My arms were aching from the way he had them pulled behind my back as he ripped my shirt open.
     
    “Oh yeah.  Those are nice.  I’m going to need both hands for this.”
     
    I tried to get free again, but he was too strong and he had me pinned down with his knees now.  He pulled off his belt and wrapped it around my wrists, cinching them tightly together as I continued to flail around on the bed.  He laughed at my efforts and pulled me upward using the belt.  It felt like my wrists were on fire as the leather chafed with the movement.
     
    “You’re a little fire ball.  I like that.  It’s going to make this all the more fun for me.  I’m going to fuck that defiance right out of you.”
     
    I felt numb as he looped the belt around the bed post and wound it back around to latch it tightly.  It felt like the circulation in my hands was being cut off as they tingled and ached.  I tried to remove myself from what was happening to me as he slipped down and slid off my shoes before moving back up to unfasten my pants.  It was like this was all happening to someone else as I looked on in horror.
     
    “Your body is so damn tight.