Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
My shoulders burn as the biker on top of me stretches my arms back as far as he can. I spit a curse at him before he hauls me up to my feet. It’s Colt who has me, and he isn’t letting up on his grip as Mex digs around in his bag to find the keys for the cuffs. The other biker, the one I don’t know, undoes the cuffs, and when his hands are free, Mex turns to me. “I’ll take her.”
“This where you’ve been this whole fuckin’ time?” Western asks, his voice gruff and pissed off.
“It’s a long story, boss. She’s smarter than she looks.”
Ouch.
Rude.
Colt shoves me toward Mex, who slaps the cuffs on my wrists. Holding my bound hands, he pulls my back to his chest as he hangs on. His mouth moves closer to my ear, and he murmurs, “Well played.”
I would smile, but that would give it all away.
“What are we goin’ to do with her now?” Mex asks Western.
“We’re takin’ her with us. There is a lot of shit goin’ down and she knows about it. She might not be talkin’ yet, but we might not even need her to. People are lookin’ for her, and her mother, and if we have her then we have the upper hand. She’s bait.”
Wonderful.
Bait.
That’ll end well for them.
8
“You’re wasting your time,” I say to Western as he secures the room they’ve just placed me in at the club. “I would be incredibly flattered if anyone in my life cared enough to come for me, but they don’t. Nobody cares if I live or die, so you keeping me here is just an extra mouth to feed. Speaking of food ...”
“Shut the fuck up,” Western growls, making sure the bars on the windows are secured.
He’s a moody one. Everyone knows who Western is, the entire town knows his story, but my word he is an angry man. He walks around with an expression that tells you he isn’t willing to take any shit and if you so much as talk to him the wrong way, he’ll gut you like a fish. His story is interesting, though. Western has a lot of bad people to deal with, why he’s wasting his time on me I don’t know.
“Had a few people locked up in this room before, have we?”
He ignores me.
Mex is standing by the door, his eyes following Western around the room. We haven’t even had a minute to actually speak since they took us from the motel room, but I know that he owes me now. Big time. He isn’t getting away with not helping me out after I saved his ass back there. No, now he’s on my side, even if he doesn’t know it yet.
“Door secure?” Western asks Mex.
Mex nods, his eyes finally settling on me. “She ain’t goin’ anywhere.”
I wish I could tell him that’s what he said about the shipping container he stuffed me in, but I’m not certain that will line up with the story of me taking him. As far as they know, he is the victim in this situation.
I’ll leave it that way, for now.
“Make sure there is someone at this door at all times,” Western orders, walking toward Mex.
Stepping aside, Mex lets him out.
“I’ll take first shift,” Mex murmurs, his voice gruff. “She won’t be goin’ anywhere.”
Western nods.
Then he’s gone.
Mex watches him go before stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. I push off the small bed and walk over, standing in front of him. “You know you owe me now, right?”
“Don’t owe you shit,” he responds, his voice low. “Appreciate what you did, but I still have an end goal, and until you tell me what I want to know, you’ll be spendin’ a lot of time here.”
“That isn’t wise,” I inform him, my voice calm. “Nobody is going to give you anything, just because you’re holding me captive. Marek is sure as hell not coming for me, and I can tell you my mother is unfazed as to whether I’m alive or dead. So, if you want answers, you’re going to have to convince your little bikers out there to trust me.”
Mex grunts. “That’ll never happen after the way you fucked them around.”
“Then you’re wasting your time holding me here. If you want my help, I’ll give it to you, but I’m not going to do it while I’m crammed in this tiny room.”
Tipping his head to the side, Mex murmurs, “Now you want to help?”
I don’t. I really do not. But, if that’s what it takes to get my freedom back, I will let them think I am willing to play the field. I have my own business to take care of, and I can’t do that while I’m in here. Marek will bring hell fire on me and anyone I care about if I don’t report back to him soon. Not to mention the people looking for my mother are going to start getting suspicious if she doesn’t show up. There is only so much Death can do to ease the situation.