Making Choices (Black Shamrocks MC Book 2) by Kylie Hillman Page A

mutter as what she’s telling me sinks in.
    I’m caught in the middle of a war between two outlaw Motorcycle Clubs.
    A war that’s already killed people.
    “Yeah, shit,” Maddi agrees. Scooting across the bed, she grabs my hand in hers. “So now you know the details, do you understand why I want you to sit tight and wait for our men? They’re the only people capable of ending this. Not the police. Not us. No one but Mik, Timber, and the Club can end this.” 
    I heed her pleas with a small incline of my head.
    I’m not completely sold on the wisdom of waiting for her Club, but that’s not an argument we need to have at the moment. We don’t exactly have a variety of other options at our disposal to argue about.
    “So you think Connor and Sherri had both of us kidnapped because of what Mad Dog and Lucas did back then? This is revenge?”
    “That’d be the million dollar question, JJ. I can’t work out why they’ve decided to head down this path now. The two of them versus the Shamrocks doesn’t make sense, even if they’ve got those two other idiots helping them. Something else is going on, and we need to keep our heads until I can work it out.”
    Our discussion is aborted when the lock on the door starts jangling, the door swinging open seconds later. Connor strides in, evil intent written on his face. The two men from earlier follow him.
    Holding a hand out to Maddi, he motions for her to stand with a jerk of his head. She ignores him, holding my hand tighter and offering me a small smile of comfort.
    I return her effort. It’s half-hearted at best because I’m scared witless.
    “Get up, bitch,” he barks at her.
    When she doesn’t listen, he smiles as if her stubbornness pleases him.
    Closing the distance between us, he backhands her across the face, sending her flying into the wall behind us. My heart starts pounding in my chest when he stares at me.
    Grabbing a handful of my hair, he jerks my head back, and I let out a small whimper as my scalp stings in response to his manhandling.
    “Now, Princess, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” The words that were said to me last night fill me with unease, and it registers that he was the one who rendered me unconscious. “You can be a good baby girl and come with us now, or we can have some fun with your little friend to give you some fucking incentive.”
    I whimper again when he pulls my head closer to his. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he bites down on it. I taste blood after he breaks the skin. Holding my head still in an effort to minimize any further damage, I sob when he bites harder. I shove my hands against his shoulders to push him away from me. Spitting my lip out of his mouth, he laughs at my futile efforts before jamming his free hand between my legs and rubbing my vagina roughly. I squirm away from him as much as his hold in my hair will allow.
    He falls away when Maddi launches herself onto his back, and wrestles him off of me. She lands on top of him on the floor, and lands two good punches to his face before the other men grab her by her arms, and lift her off Connor.
    She’s a wildcat, twisting wildly and scratching at them until Connor picks himself up from the concrete floor and punches her in the stomach, and then in the face. She falls still with a pained groan. My heart reaches out to her as I watch her trying to regain her breath and ride out the pain he’s inflicted, but I don’t move to help her.
    Shit just got real, and I’m scared.
    Frozen stiff with fear.
    Nobody pays any further attention to me as they concentrate on dragging a now subdued Maddi from the room and lock the door.
    I push myself into my corner of the bed, and wrap my arms around my knees as tears stream down my face.
    I want to go home .

LUCAS
    Present Day
    F uck this shit.
    Standing in the waiting room of the emergency department at the hospital, I swallow down my pathetic wish that JJ will stumble across us so I can spend some time