Free Burn: Outlaw Romance (Hotter Than Hell Book 3) by Holly S. Roberts Page A

Do you feel me?”
    “Yes,” she replies quietly.
    “Your punishment’s over as long as the princess cooperates.” At a nod to Skull, he helps me untie Red from her chair.
    I address Skull next. “Red stays at the clubhouse until we know things are settled. Only put men on her that you trust. Take the first aid kit with you and lead her past the men before cleaning her up. They need to see the blood.”
    Skull gestures with his chin to Sofia. “What about her?” he asks.
    “We’ll have church after we eat and the new board will decide.” I run my hand across my stubbled chin. I need to shave, I need to eat, and most of all I need a strong drink.
    Skull keeps his voice low when he says, “You may get away with this for Red, but they’ll want the woman dead.”
    “I’ll handle them,” I say with more conviction than I feel.
    I shift my gaze to Sofia. Her hands clench in and out. My fucking cock likes her attitude. There’s no way she would have survived killing Fox. It’s just like me rescuing Kiley and challenging him. A suicide mission. We’re both fucking crazy and because I survived Fox, maybe she can survive a vote.
    A month from now, after the club dust settles, this would be far easier to pull off. Right now is not the time for her little plot. Doesn’t mean I don’t respect her. I just want to know why she aimed that gun at me. Won’t matter to the men that she didn’t shoot me. She’s a liability we can’t afford.

 
    Sofia
    THE ANGER BURNS LIKE a red hot swell of molten lava.
    I thought I could do it. If Dagger cut me, I would have embraced the pain like I do when I fight. Putting the pain on someone else is different. I couldn’t watch Lorene…Red…suffer and now Dagger knows my weakness.
    The bottom line is I’ll be dead tomorrow. If I’d had a gun a few minutes ago, I’d have shot Dagger and Skull both and then taken out as many Desert Crows as I could before they took me down. That’s what the anger does. When it takes over and rage fills me, I need blood.
    Anger management issues is what the high school counselor said in one of the many meetings my mother and I had with school officials. All I know is that something happens and I have little control when it does. I actually envied the emo girls who cut themselves back then. It relieved whatever demons they carried. Funny, I’d have cut them if they asked. The only relief I get is from fighting and doing damage to my opponent or getting my ass kicked. Seeing Dagger cut Red didn’t bother me. Seeing her helpless and hearing her scream did.
    I’m not sure if I believe what Dagger said about saving Red from his men. She knew the consequences if anyone ever found out about her helping me and my mother. This is the price she pays. I owe her, though. It’s a debt I’m willing to pay with my own life. If Dagger is right and a few cuts will do the trick, my debt will go to him. That sucks balls. He’s a fucking skinhead and I can’t ever forget it. Doesn’t matter that he’s sexy as hell. I noticed the bulge in his pants when he tied me up. I also know why he left the room, the dirty fuck. I’d have liked to watch him jack off. I look up from the floor and see that he’s still staring at me. I wonder if he has any idea what I’m thinking.
    He closes the door behind Skull and then walks over and turns my chair toward the cot. He sits down and I notice another bulge in his pants. He doesn’t appear to give a fuck that I know he’s turned on. He reaches down and adjusts his cock and then goes back to staring at me.
    “What?” I finally snap as my irritation rises.
    “You’re not in control, Sofia, and I’m guessing that’s the hardest part for you.”
    “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    Even his chuckled huff irritates me. “You’re actually easy to figure out. Your shirt’s torn off, you have a nice sized bump on your head, and you’re knocking on death’s door. Doesn’t matter; you sit there like a princess