The back lot of the old clubhouse was a killing field under floodlights. Aria clung to Rogue on the stolen Harley, her thick thighs pressed tight around him, his fresh c*m still leaking from her well-f****d p***y and soaking through her ruined jeans. Her father’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker, cold and commanding: “Last chance, Elena. Come willingly. Let the club share you properly… or watch Rogue die slow while we start with your sister.”
Emma was held at gunpoint beside him, tears streaming down her face. More armed men poured out — over thirty now, all wearing Iron Vipers cuts. The betrayal ran deeper than they’d imagined. Her own blood had orchestrated everything.
Rogue’s massive body vibrated with lethal fury. “Hold on, queen.”
He gunned the engine and roared straight toward th
