Hostage (Predators MC #3) Read Online Free Page A

ground.
    “Fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you.” Boots kicked out at her out, one after another, as she tried to catch her breath.
    Penni used her nails to crawl away from the attack until a large pair of boots had her looking up.
    Hennessey stared down at her furiously. She refused to flinch as he picked her up.
    Penni waited for the attack to continue. She was smart enough to realize the man holding her wouldn’t be as easy to escape from.
    As soon as the dark man had touched her, Ricky had stepped back. The man who had her now was the one calling the shots. Yes, this man was the president. His towering height had her standing up straight, glaring into his eyes. Penni made sure to notice every detail she could use as a weapon, like the diamonds in his ears glinting in the light from the door.
    The expensive jewelry could potentially be used as a weapon, but it would be one of the only ones. The president was easily as big as Max with a bald head that made his frown even more menacing. Penni knew he was the more dangerous one.
    “Cruz?”
    “Got her.”
    “Sy, let me know when Striker gets here.”
    “No problem.” The biker who answered took a seat on one of the bikes, looking like he was pissed about missing the confrontation brewing between the two bikers.
    “He’s already shown up.” The man who had chased after her from inside of the bar glared at her with retribution in his eyes before his face filled with fear at the dark brown man who was unsettled by his answer.
    “He showed early?”
    Penni found herself handed back over to the stranger who had stopped her panicked flight. He carried her back inside the empty bar.
    “Why’d he show?”
    The twenty men who followed them in came to a stop at the sight of the body lying on the floor.
    “DJ better be sleeping.” Hennessey’s growl had her attempted rapist paling.
    “It was an accident …” Ricky stammered.
    Penni wanted to place herself as far away from the body as she could. Unfortunately, the man in charge and his men blocked her escape route.
    She didn’t flinch when Hennessey pulled out a gun from under his leather vest.
    “Why is the only other black brother dead?”
    “I caught DJ calling Striker, telling him to show up early. He was going to take the money and disappear before you and the brothers could get here. If I didn’t try to stop him, he would have taken off with our money.”
    “He’s lying,” Penni found herself saying then found herself shoved into a chair. Cruz placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
    Ricky had taken a step toward her, but Hennessey blocked him before he could reach her.
    “She’s lying.” Ricky’s raised his hand as if he were going to strike her.
    “I’m not.” Penni glared back, lifting her chin, prepared to tell the truth, even if it meant taking a hit from the man glaring at her, promising retribution.
    Hennessey caught Ricky’s arm in his grip, and Ricky’s expression became a mask of fear.
    Penni’s bottom lip curled in contempt. The biker was making a fatal mistake by letting the men see his fear.
    “He didn’t have a cell phone in his hand when he was stabbed in the back as I came in through the door. Ricky would have had time to call you if he wanted to,” Penni explained.
    “She’s lying!” Ricky screamed as Hennessey aimed his gun.
    A pool of blood appeared on his thigh.
    “Dammit, listen to me.”
    Another pool of blood appeared on his other leg.
    Ricky fell to the floor with Hennessey standing over him.
    “Dumbass, DJ would have never betrayed me. He knew the price for betraying me.” The gun was pointed at Ricky’s temple.
    “Please, brother …”
    “Don’t call me brother when DJ’s blood is smeared all over your boots.”
    Penni covered her mouth with both hands when the shot rang out in the bar. Sadly, she didn’t feel any sympathy toward the dead man a few inches from her feet. He would have raped her and probably buried her where she would have never been found.