Raze leans into the table and stares me down.
“Let me make myself perfectly clear. I don’t know what kind of fucked up idea you have about an MC and how we treat women, but if you call me or another member of this club a sick fuck or a kiddy fucker one more goddamn time, I will put a bullet between your eyes. Do you understand me, Dani? My club and my men will be respected.”
“Yes, Raze,” I quietly answer.
“So, how’d you end up in that abandoned house next to the salon?" Gray Beard asks as Hero readjusts his position against the wall to a crouch before me.
“I’d answer him very carefully, Dani,” says Hero. “You don’t want to lie to the likes of us. You won’t like the consequences.”
“Back off, Hero,” the man demands, sending Hero back into an angry silence.
I look right at Hero when I answer. I won’t back down or show I am intimidated by him.
“A group of Spanish men kidnapped me from my bed as collateral for something my roommate had done. They locked me into a car’s trunk after they beat me into a blackout, and I escaped the first chance I had. I hid out in the abandoned house. I was trying to wait them out to go back to my apartment to get my things before I walked in on a man setting fire to the salon next to the house. I put out the fire so no one would come searching the neighboring buildings and find me.”
“You don’t buy this crock of bullshit, do you, Raze?” Hero asks, looking up at him. “Sounds a little too convenient for me.”
“Shut the fuck up, Hero, and let the girl talk,” he yells, directed at the man at my feet. “Tell me, darlin’, did you see the guy who set the salon fire? Notice anything about him at all.”
“I told the Mohawk guy that grabbed me with your wife the guy had on a leather jacket with a white skull on the back with orange and green writing. It was too smoky to make out the words, but it was the same one the guys who kidnapped me from Ricca’s had on that night. I waited for him to leave and I used a blanket I had stolen to beat the flames down,” I say, offering up the best explanation I can without incriminating myself further.
The mention of the colors stiffens him just like it had with the man in my old house. “Are you one-hundred-percent sure about that emblem on his jacket? If I showed it to you again, would you recognize it?” Nodding my head yes, he pulls out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, flicking his finger across the screen. Once he stops, he shoves the phone into my face. “That it?” he asks as my eyes adjust to the bright screen an inch from my face.
“Yes, that’s it,” I respond. My answer must please him because he returns the phone to his pocket.
“You’ve been useful to me so far so I’ll let you stay,” he says while shushing Hero’s snort in response. “But there are a few ground rules you are going to need to follow. You go nowhere alone in this clubhouse or outside. Slider, who you met, will be your personal shadow from the time you leave your room until you return. My wife insists that you’ll be working at her salon so he’ll be driving you back and forth. If a man with a cut like mine—” he indicates the leather vest on his torso “—tells you to do something, you take care of it. Now, you don’t have to fuck them if you don’t want to, but if they want you to clean their shit up, hop to it. You can only be in the main room of the clubhouse or the kitchen outside of your room. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand that I am a prisoner here until you deem me fit enough to fuck or kill. Either way, I’d rather be dead than under any man in this clubhouse. I’m no one’s whore and never will be.”
“If it weren’t for my wife’s protection, you’d be dead and buried already. You are confined to your room for the time being. Hero, have Slider get her a plate of food and lock her back into her room. Let’s see if our kitten here knows how to behave before we let her out of her cage.” Raze quickly exits the door as I start to stand to leave myself. Just as I reach the threshold, Hero’s hand wraps around my arm, jerking me back into the room. His face is mere inches from my mine.
“Don’t think for a single moment that I’m not watching you. If you are a traitor, we’ll know long before you know we do. Don’t let that night at the bar cloud your opinion of me. I’m not a good man, and yes, I wanted to fuck you that night, but the only thing of mine that will ever touch you again is my hand snapping your neck if you’re a spy for Twisted Tribe.”
I have no words to answer his threats. I have no idea who that other club is. I am just as pissed off about being kidnapped as they are for whatever was done to their club. I’m far from innocent, but I have nothing to do with their accusations. I just have to bide my time and behave as they expect me to until I can be allowed to roam free. Why do I feel so fucked already?
Jesus, I don’t want to interrogate this traitorous bitch. She has invaded every dream I’ve had since that night in the club and my dick throbs to touch her tight body again, but my mind will never grant him his wish. I’ve convinced myself that she is solely responsible for everything that Twisted Tribe has done to our club as my way of making sense out of this shit situation. It pisses me off to no end that Raze requested I help him try to shake the woman down. I want to kill her for what those fuckers did to our club and fuck her all at the same time. She messes with my mind more than she should be allowed to do, and I still don’t know her fucking name. I’ve fucked my way through every single club mama in the last three days in an attempt to get her out of my brain, but my dick remains soft until her face emerges into my vision. I know it’s not her body I’m using, but the only way I can cum is imagining that I am pounding into her luscious body, and that the voice screaming my name is hers, not one of the club girls. I am seriously fucked in the brain when it comes to her. I dragged my feet, following Raze into the room to talk to her because deep down, I hoped it was some doppelganger or some shit and not her, but I knew it was my dark angel. This woman was sent from hell to torture me; I’m sure of it. As soon as I turn around to face her, recognition flashes across her face. That’s right, sweetheart. I’m the man who wanted to fuck you senseless in the bar’s bathroom that night. I can smell her arousal filling the room as I watch her. Raze even knows something doesn’t appear right between us. Her sweet and scared voice breaks the silence in the room.
“You’re the man from the bar,” she says with a wavering voice.
I know Raze wants us to play nice with her, but I’m frustrated that I want her so badly. I need to break the spell she holds over me and the only way I know how do to that is to be an angry prick to her.
“Sure am, and you’re a traitorous slut. Twisted Tribe probably planted you that night in hopes to get you into our clubhouse. Guess it only took torching a salon to accomplish that.” That’s right, baby. You may look sinfully delicious, but I know what you are. “Why don’t you make it easy on yourself and fess up now before you make it any worse for yourself? It’s easier to kill you now before the other women get attached to you.”
“Twisted who? I don’t know what you’re talking about!” she yells at me. She’s playing the dumb bitch card. Let’s see if I can shake her up a bit more.
“The motherfuckers who murdered our brother, that’s who—,” I scream at her before Raze cautions me to stop. He’s furious with me for disobeying his direct orders about not showing her our hand so soon, but I can’t help it. She needs to know what she’s fucking dealing with.
Raze asks her the basics—what her name is and where she’s from—to break the ice. I know he’s trying to downplay my rage and insistence on being an asshole toward her to get her to talk, but this little hellcat has a mouth on her. She questions Raze at every turn, challenging him. She’s enraging him just as much as I am, and that turns me the fuck on. My dick throbs with each sarcasm-laced word that spills from her mouth. I like a feisty streak in my woman, but unfortunately for me and my dick, it’s currently in a traitor’s tight little body.