Turning Point: BBW Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance by Harmony Raines Page B

was a mean bully, and he didn’t care what happened to her.
    “I’ll get dressed.”
    “Good girl.” He leaned against the door, blocking her escape.
    “Aren’t you going to give me some privacy?”
    “Nope.”
    Faith felt a surge of hatred for him. As she dressed, her thoughts turned to Snake. He was her only hope, but he would have no idea what was happening. Even if he did, would she be any better off. She didn't know if he cared for her at all. Or would he simply leave her to her fate, after all she was the one who had run from him.
    Pulling on the first clothes she came to, Faith gave in to her fate. Whatever happened it no longer mattered, she felt despondent. Her life was not her own, somehow she had gone from being a nobody, to being a thing that was traded around, all because of Rob, and her brother. However, she also had to blame Snake, for putting that damn tattoo on her.
     

Snake
    He had gone through such a range of emotions it was a struggle to understand how he felt right now. When he had found her missing he had felt betrayed, was Faith who she said she was? Or had he given his heart to a woman who wanted only to manipulate him and the command he had over his men.
    The real questions hammering in his brain were complex and many. Who exactly was Faith, what were her intentions, and what did she want from him?
    She was not in the house, and when he found the door unlocked, he didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to know she had left him. No one else would go out and leave the door wide open, she had run, and he intended to hunt her down and get the answers he needed from her once and for all.
    He was riled now. She had crossed him on more levels than he cared to think about. This needed to end, or he would lose the trust of his men. God, but he wanted her, the feeling of having her beside him, of being inside her, she had captured him in a way no other woman ever had. Part of him hated her for it, she had changed him. This was not the man he was, the man he needed to be.
    The President of the Dread Cult was stronger than this. Maybe he was getting old, or just tired.
    His got on his bike, kicking the engine into life. He didn’t care who he woke or who saw him leave. This was his business, and he intended to sort it out tonight. Whatever the outcome.
    Heading back to town, he kept an eye out for her. Nothing. Leading him to the conclusion that someone had been waiting for her, the same someone who had persuaded her to come into his office. That meant someone from the Castaways.
    Well, if they wanted war, he would give it to them. This had gone far enough. It was one thing to trespass on the Dread Cult’s territory; it was another to trespass on his heart.
    His first stop was her apartment. Yes, he knew exactly where to find her, she had happily told him last night when she was drunk. Stupidly he had fallen for her act, and branded her. His property, a damn ruse, no wonder she had agreed to it.
    He accelerated, his bike taking him closer to the devil woman.
    Pulling up outside, he found the place in darkness, and no sign of anyone being in. He hammered on the door enough to bring her neighbour out. Only to be told she had not come home as far as they knew. A quick bribe meant the neighbour would now tell him when she did return.
    Heading back to his bike he kicked it into life again, and took off back to the place he had first met her. He needed a drink, and then to get his thoughts straight, or else tomorrow there would be hell to pay. His men would tolerate no weakness, not now they knew who had betrayed them.
    He had to watch his back. Else, he would not be President for much longer.
    Did that matter to him?
    He stopped. The lights changed to red.
    Perhaps not as much as he thought it would. Damn that woman for getting under his skin. For the first time in his life, he had thought about the future, she had seemed as damaged as he was. Betrayed and made worthless by family. In his mind he had pictured