Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Marilyn chortles with amusement, her brown curls bouncing.
“Well, I’m glad you plan on enjoying yourself because with five bikers, it’s going to be rough, Xenia. Seriously, bring some Bengay or whatever ointments you have on hand because you are going to be so chafed in your privates.”
I wink at her.
“I know. I’m counting on it.”
But Mari becomes pensive then.
“But are they nice to you? I mean, seriously, Xenia. You’re going to be a biker club’s personal fuckdoll, and it’s going to be demeaning at times. Is that really what you want? It sounds fun hypothetically, but two weeks could be really pushing it.”
I pause for a moment.
“It’s funny you should mention that because they specifically told me that I was going to be their personal property. Like I was a thing, and not a person.”
Marilyn nods thoughtfully.
“Well, if you’re a thing, does that mean you’ll be expected to sit in a corner until someone notices you? I mean, how much autonomy will you have?”
I pause for a moment.
“I’m not sure,” is my slow reply.
Marilyn nods again, her expression still pensive.
“Well, will they be taking your cell away? Do you know?”
Oh shit, I hadn’t even thought about this.
“Again, I’m not sure. That’s a good question.”
Immediately, my buddy straightens, her eyes going serious.
“Don’t let them do that. Or get a burner and stash it at the bottom of your bag because honey, you’re headed into dangerous territory. You don’t really know these guys, except that they’re huge and burly. What if they, I don’t know … tie you up and humiliate you? What if they use whips and chains and all that?”
This is obviously not the time to tell Marilyn about the dungeon I saw in the Cannon Biker Club’s basement.
“Oh no, I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I say in a light voice. “If there’s any BDSM, it’s just going to be some light spanking. I can handle it.”
But I can tell my friend’s not convinced.
“Get a burner phone,” Marilyn commands. “Seriously. I’m not joking Xenia.”
I sigh because I know my friend won’t let up until I agree.
“Okay, okay, I will. I’ll stop by the drugstore and buy one. Although, can you get them at the local Walgreens?”
“No!” Mari practically shrieks into the phone. “You need to go to one of those shady convenience stores and ask for it at the counter. What, you’ve never watched The Wire before?”
I shrug.
“I haven’t. But I promise, I’ll get one. I’ll text you the number after I get it so you’ll know where I am.”
Marilyn nods, her expression still troubled.
“Okay, yeah. I’m not kidding, Xenia, because to be honest, I’m a little concerned. I mean, I’m supportive because I know being with five guys is something that you’ve fantasized about for a long time. Still, pulling a train for a biker gang is not exactly what’s considered ‘sane’ or ‘safe’ for a young woman.”
I nod, my eyes going soft.
“I know, and I appreciate your support, Mari. But I gotta go, okay? I told the club that I was coming back tonight, and now I’ve got to go find a burner cell too. So talk later, okay? You can reach me on the burner if they do in fact end up confiscating my regular phone.”
With that, my friend nods and says goodbye, although her expression is still troubled. I get it though. Who wouldn’t be worried if their best girlfriend was going on a two week jaunt to become the property of a criminal biker club? Of course, the Cannon guys haven’t said anything about their real business yet, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I know that these guys aren’t just mechanics, or Amazon delivery guys, or whatever it is that they do to keep the lights on. There’s something dangerous going on … and I need to stay on my toes, whatever it might be.
CHAPTER 6
Xenia
“Hi,” I say with a shy smile as Arthur opens the door. “Am I early?”
The handsome man shakes his head and shoots me a wolfish grin.
“Not at all,” he drawls. “We’ve been waiting for you, sweetheart.”
However, when I step into the clubhouse, the common area is deserted.
“Where is everyone?” I ask with hesitancy in my voice.
Art shrugs, his brown eyes vague.
“Getting ready, I think. Don’t worry, they’re excited that you’ll be staying here even if they haven’t exactly pulled out the welcome mat. Come on, I’ll show you to your room,” he growls, taking my bag from me. “This way.”
I follow the handsome man through the common area and down the hallway, but we don’t stop at the guest suite reserved for visitors.
“Wait, isn’t this my room?” I ask, lingering before the open door. Inside, I can see the floral bedspread, as well as the fluttery curtains at the windows.
Art throws his head back with a laugh.
“No, sweetheart. We have another room reserved for our train honeys. You’ll see.”