Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Clearing her throat she responded, “Yes sir.” Her voice was scratchy but clear.
His eyes widened as he muttered, “You know who I am?” There was a start of whispered voices in the dark that she couldn’t see.
“Yes sir.” Her confidence was slowly surfacing as her fear loosened its grip. Her mind cast back to her time spent with another MC. She held onto a vain hope that maybe this MC would be different from the last one. At this point in the conversation with Riot MC she’d already been back-handed twice, leaving her lip spilt and the bitter taste of blood in her mouth.
“Good, then you know not to fuck with me. Your dear Daddy is on my shit list. He owes a debt to this club. What that debt consists of is none of your business. You know he’s as slimy as his deals but we’re giving him this one chance. I don’t trust him to pay up without having to send my brothers to hunt his fucking ass down. So, you, Nicole Fletcher, are collateral; a guarantee that the shit for brains pays up. Until then, we own you. Get it?”
It was exactly as she thought. “Yes sir.”
“You do not leave this compound. You do exactly what any brothers with a patch tell you. Add the old ladies into that shit too. You aren’t pussy for the brothers unless you’re into that shit but you are their gopher. Any problems you’ll answer to me or Duke, my VP.” She could hear the very real threat in his tone. There’d been no violence so far, yet his voice assured her that it hadn’t been ruled out.
Her heart rate slowed dramatically hearing him say she wasn’t here to be a club slut. Collateral wasn’t meant to be, but it was good to get it confirmed outright. Honor in deals and handling collateral greatly varied depending on who you were dealing with. No way would she have have allowed that to happen to her anyway. She would have fought tooth and nail and damned the consequences. She’d never been used that way and she had no intention of starting now. She liked sex as much as the next girl but she didn’t put out for just anyone and everyone who came on to her. Her plan up to now was to find her groove within the club and try to blend in best she could.
“This here is, Slam.” A man walked up next to Reaper. He was shorter than Reaper and lean with long blond hair and a rough beard. He had kind, blue eyes and looked approachable as he shot her a wink. She knew appearances could be deceiving and that underneath his charm and easy-going façade, he’d be made of steel, just like the rest of them. You didn’t become a full patched brother in an MC without a taste for violence and mayhem. He bent down and untied her legs.
“He’s gonna show you where you’re staying. One of the brothers’ll come get you in the morning and set you to task.” Thank god she wasn’t staying in this room. It had a definite prison vibe to it. She had no idea of the time but it felt late to her.
Slam circled behind her and unlocked the cuffs. She rubbed her wrists even though the cuffs hadn’t been too tight. She pushed herself up from the chair and staggered to the side. She’d lost feeling in her legs from sitting for so long and from whatever they’d obviously drugged her with.
“Whoa, girly.” Slam steadied her by holding her arm. “Not gonna smash up that pretty face on my watch. You must have really needed a good kip, you’ve been out for nearly twenty hours. I moved you from the chair to the bed, twice. Started me thinking I’d killed you.”
She couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. She felt instantly comfortable with Slam. She’d learnt to read people quickly and she could tell that Slam wouldn’t harm her unless she deserved it. She felt relatively safe with him. She quickly glanced around to look for the bed he’d talked about. She spotted it in the corner but still couldn’t really see it. The room had lightened somewhat since Reaper had left the door ajar that he’d exited through, yet it was still far too dark to make out any details.
Dark, moving shapes of more men stood at the opposite side of the room drew her attention and a feeling of apprehension started to engulf her. She’d momentarily forgotten that there were others in there with her. She didn’t like the unknown and really wanted out of here.
Slam kept hold of her as they crossed the room. She still felt weak and was glad to be moving around, getting some movement into her weakened muscles. The door led to a narrow, battered staircase that looked like it would collapse under their combined weight. The plastered walls had scratches and gouges marking them. People had fought and even clawed the walls to try and keep from going into the room she’d just left. She’d seen them sorts of marks before and they weren’t a good thing on any level.
The stairs led to a large hallway with four wooden doors. One had a large picture of a male angel wearing a reaper’s cloak, looking menacing, its wings on fire. It appeared as though someone had burned the design onto the wood. It was beautiful really. She knew this was the Fallen MC emblem that all the brothers would be wearing on the back of their cuts. Slam told her that was where they held Church and that it was strictly off limits. The other doors led to a large kitchen, the bar and to a long corridor that held some of the brothers’ rooms. Hers was one that was usually assigned to visitors that wasn’t being used at the moment. She knew if they had need of it while she was there, she’d be sleeping on the floor somewhere. There was plenty of noise coming from the bar and she was glad they weren’t headed that way, she wasn’t quite ready to face that yet.