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  “Oh, that’s the best part. I brought you home a surprise.” He laughs as he turns on his heels and walks back down the hall. A surprise? Why do I get the feeling shit is about to hit the fan? Not even closing the door, I walk to my dresser and pull out jeans and one of my club t-shirts. Without throwing boxers on, I pull my jeans up and button them. My boys need to air dry after a session with Daisy. Running my arms through the sleeves of the shirt, I pull it over my head and add my cut on top of it. I have no idea what this surprise might be so I grab my riding boots and lace them up before walking out of my room.

  Hustling down the stairs, I see Ratchet and Voodoo waiting outside the door. Voodoo’s mischievous smile raises my suspicions that I am not going to like what’s behind the Church doors. That bastard isn’t one for cheery smiles so I know shit’s about to go down. Sliding by them through the door, I’m shocked to see Maj and Raze screaming in one another’s faces at the head of the table. Why the fuck is she in Church? Women are barred from our official business dealings. Has this club gone to hell in a hand basket in just one night?

  “You crazy bitch!” exclaims Raze. “What were you thinking bringing someone here? I run this fucking club, not you.”

  “That colossal fuck up you’re talking about gave us the only solid evidence against the murdering bastards. I thought you’d be happy I just delivered you the information you needed to take them out on a pretty little platter,” Maj replies. “Excuse me for thinking about the club and not servicing your dick for once.”

  “You brought an enemy into our home, Maj. You could have at least called me and we’d have taken her to one of the interrogation houses instead of depositing her in our goddamn home where she could report back to them. Jesus, woman, the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth was my dick. “

  Oh shit. Knowing that this is about to hit the point of no return, I run into the fray and slide between them. Voodoo grabs ahold of Maj and jerks her back while I try to hold off Raze. How have these two survived being married so long?

  “You’re a fucking bastard. I’m trying to help you, but you’re too jaded to see it. You know, I’d love to see things from your point of view sometime, but I can’t seem to get my head that far up my ass,” she yells as Voodoo drags her to the door and shoves her out, slamming the door in her face. She punches the door and screams more insults at Raze before I assume she walks away.

  Turning my attention back to Raze, he’s still seething in anger. “You care to enlighten the rest of us about what we just witnessed? What did your old lady pull this time?” Raze moves me aside and punches the wall behind us.

  “That bitch brought someone associated with Twisted Tribe here and offered her fucking sanctuary under our roof in exchange for information.”

  Shock runs through my body. “You’ve gotta be shitting me, right? She brought a traitor into our fucking clubhouse? Raze, man, that’s punishable by death if we’re looking at following the rules. What the fuck was she thinking?”

  “That’s the problem, Hero. She wasn’t thinking. She thought she was bringing us a gift on a silver platter instead of a bigger fucking headache. She didn’t even a have a clue who the bitch was or is to those assholes, but she brought her here anyway. What if she’s an old lady or one of their whores? We’ll be at war for this, and we’re not ready to strike back yet. Maj may have single-handedly delivered our heads on a platter to them if she’s important enough to them.”

  Shaking my head in disgust and frustration, I don’t even know what to say to Maj’s deception. She has a good heart most of the time, but even a dumbfuck doesn’t bring in an enemy without telling Raze first. She may have just prematurely painted a new target on our back unknowingly.

  “What do you want to do, Raze?” Ratchet asks. “Do you want me to handle the bitch?”

  “My wife put her under her protection. We’re fucking stuck with her for the time being. The only thing we can do is keep her under lock and key and watch her 24/7. Have Hot Shot strip everything out of her room that she could use to communicate. Any requests she makes come through me and no one else. I want this bitch watched at all times. Maj offered her a job at the salon so we need to have a brother stationed there at all times. She doesn’t take a shit without one of us there watching,” Raze tells us. “Hero, I want you to assign Slider to be her shadow. He takes her out and brings her back home. He’s good at being invisible and we need that. “

  “Do we get to at least play with her?” asks Dirty, one of our oldest members. He’s a perverted bastard when it comes to the women. Most of the girls stay away from his eclectic tastes. “We could use some new pussy around here. The regulars are getting a little too worn out for my tastes. My dick doesn’t even touch the sides of their pussies anymore. My third leg needs some new friction.”

  “No, she is off-limits. Don’t let on that we know she’s friendly with the enemy. Hero, you might try getting some of the girls to be buddy-buddy with her to see if she’ll talk. “

  “I’ll talk to Ruby, Prez. She’ll be on board with it.”

  “Well, gentlemen, I guess it’s time Hero and I go check on our new house guest. One more thing, watch what you say around her. Club business talk shuts down as soon as she steps foot in the room, you got it?”

  “Yes, Prez,” the group collectively murmurs. Slapping a hand to my back, Raze and I leave Church. Heading up the stairs, we walk past my room and stop at one of the smaller rooms at the end of the hall. I stop him before he opens the door.

  “Raze, are you serious about keeping this woman here? She’s a liability if Twisted Tribe finds out she’s here,” I say. I don’t mean to open the can of worms Maj brought home again now that Raze seems reasonably calm, but I need to ask. “Is this a smart move for our club with the other chapters PMSing about the cut situation?”

  “There’s nothing we can do until she starts to talk, Hero. Hell yes, she’s a liability, but until she fucks up enough that we can justify killing her, Maj’s protection stands. From what Voodoo and the guys tell me, she’s not bad on the eyes, so at least there’s a new pair of tits to stare at around here while we work the information out of her. “

  “If that’s how you want to play this then I’m good with your decision, but like you said, we’ve gotta be careful around her until we know for sure. “

  Raze reaches for the handle and opens the door. The woman lying in the bed is comatose as we walk into the room. She’s buried underneath the blankets and I want to see her face. I’m curious to see what kind of woman plays with the fucking lunatics. Grasping the blanket in my hand, I jerk it off of her and freeze into place. It can’t be her. The fucking traitor is my raven-haired beauty from the bar.

  A feeling of being watched wakes me, but there’s no one in the room with me. The scent of a familiar cologne lingers in the air as I fight to stay awake. I suddenly recall the events that took place before I passed out. That red-haired bitch drugged me! I need to get out of here before she comes back with the next dose. Edging to the side of the bed, I feel my abs constrict. Lifting up my shirt to inspect the tightness, I find my torso has been wrapped in an ace bandage. When the hell did that happen? Sliding out of the bed and onto my shaky feet, I toddle my way to the bathroom, flicking on the light. After closing and locking the door, I peer into the mirror. It truly reflects how I feel: dirty and broken. My black hair is matted into a tangled mess, and I find stitches across my brow. One thing I do notice is that someone has taken enough care to change my shirt while I was under a Sleeping-Beauty-cursed sleep. I wonder how long I was out. As rested as I feel, it could have been days or weeks.

  I check the rest of my body to find no signs of rape or abuse, causing me to sigh in relief. The Red Bitch didn’t offer me up to the men in this place as a comatose fuck-toy. I start to bolt to the door before the urge to pee strikes. Succumbing to my need, I hurry back to the bathroom. As I wash my hands, I hear the door open and heavy footsteps enter. The sounds of each step move closer to the ba
throom, sending me scurrying into the corner away from the noise. I don’t know what’s coming for me, but at least my back is covered. The heavy steps stop just outside the bathroom door before it’s kicked in. I scream as the wood crashes against the tiled walls.

  A large man with buzz-cut hair stands before me. His arms bulge out of his black t-shirt that matches his muscular legs wrapped in tight dark-wash jeans. Tribal half-sleeve tattoos peek out from under the sleeves of his shirt on both of his arms. A gray, short scruff covers his face and contrasts greatly with his deep blue eyes. He stands with stiffening authority and demands respect with his stare. He’s the kind of guy you see standing on the street that you walk across the street to avoid. He looks scary and likely probably is. I assume he must be some kind of leader here by his tough exterior. I’d hate to know what his job was if he wasn’t a part of the leadership crew here.

  “Well, I see that Sleeping Beauty has finally woken up,” he says as I huddle into the corner farther. He laughs with each inch I struggle to shrink away from him. “Cat got your tongue? You look like I just ripped the head off your dolly.” His deep voice shocks me just as much as the smile beaming on his face. He outstretches his hand to me, but I refuse to take it. “I don’t bite, darlin’, unless you ask nicely. Come on outta there. It has to be killing your ribs.”

  I stare at him with a calculated gaze, sizing up the threat. He’s at least twice my weight and six inches taller than me; he could manhandle me like a plastic sack in a wind storm. I’m no match for him, but I’m not a quitter. He reaches toward me and I slap his hand away.

  “Our dirty little kitty has claws, I see. I like that.” He smirks. “I’m not going to hurt you. Maj would have my balls if I touched you.” Hearing the woman’s name, I relax slightly. The man who brought me here said I was under her protection. He announced it to all the people here, so it had to mean something. Maybe she sent the man who kicked my bathroom door’s ass.

  “Maj?” I sheepishly ask. “Can I talk to her?”

  “No-can-do, darlin’, but seeing as how she’s my wife, you can talk to me about whatever you may need.”

  “No, I only want to talk to her. I don’t care if she’s your wife,” I retort, not budging an inch.

  “Now listen here, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. Get out of that corner or I’ll drag you out by your hair. I was trying to be a nice guy, but you’re toeing the line. Out!” he demands, shoving his hand into my personal space. I shove his hand away as I slide from my hiding spot. He tries to grab me again, but I shake his touch off. Crossing my arms, I lean against the bathroom wall.

  “I want to talk to Maj,” I insist. “She brought me here and I want to know why I was drugged.”

  “You were drugged because I ordered it. I couldn’t have an outsider roaming around my club. So if you want to blame someone for your three days of undisturbed sleep and medical care, you can blame me. How are the ribs feeling, by the way?” he asks, eyeing my mid-section.

  “They’re fine,” I answer with clipped words. “Do I get my next dose of elephant tranquilizers after we finish our little chat here or does Red Bitch come back with it later? I’d like to at least be lying in a comfortable spot if my choice to stay will be revoked again.”

  “I can’t wait to tell Ruby your little nickname for her. That’ll fire her up. Can’t wait to watch that shit.” He chuckles.

  I don’t think anything I just said was funny at all. I was dead serious in my threats. I won’t be drugged easily next time. They’ll have to pry my mouth open and shove them in and cover my mouth to keep them in before I go easily into oblivion.

  “As long as you’re a good girl, you can stay awake. Now, get your ass into that shower and clean up. You stink like a whore’s cunt, and I won’t have you parading your brand of stench out in the clubhouse. Ruby, or Red Bitch, as you like to call her, will drop you off the clothes we picked up for you. There’s a guard at your door. Knock when you’re ready and Slider will bring you out for lunch. After you get some food in you, you’ll be having a little chat about your new life here at our clubhouse with me and our VP.” He shifts and lets me out of the bathroom, making his way toward the door again.

  “You have ten minutes before Slider here will come in after you. I’d suggest you make sure you’re on time. I’ll replace the door later.” The brooding gray-bearded man stalks out the door and barks the same orders to the man stationed outside. “Nine minutes left, girly,” he bellows outside the door. “I don’t hear the shower running.” He heartily laughs behind the door as I quickly move back into the bathroom, stepping over the shredded remains of my door.

  Stepping in the hot spray, I rinse off the multiple days of coma-filled sweat and grime. I can’t believe I was out that long. There’s no medicine on this Earth that would knock me out for that long with just two pills. Either they dosed me again, or they injected me with something stronger. I don’t sleep well as it is, so to sleep for several days is far-fetched even for drugging me. My hair will need extra work later with a wide-tooth comb, but I know I don’t have time for it. Stepping out of the shower, I dry off and I pull my knotted hair into a wet, messy bun to deal with later. True to his word, the small dresser in my room has a small collection of clothes neatly folded within its drawers. I pull a pair of white cotton panties and a simple bra from the drawer and slip them on. Pulling the simple, dark-denim jeans over my wide hips, I search the drawers for a shirt.

  Finding only club shirts in the compartment, I consider not wearing one at all. I won’t walk out there in their colors loud and proud in my new home. These fuckers are just as bad as my Spanish kidnappers. They may have cleaned and patched me up, but I’m not exactly a welcomed guest with a guard outside my door. I rummage more until I find a single black tank top in the farthest corner. It will have to do. My boobs will barely be contained, but at least I might be able to use them to my advantage during my talks. These guys seem to be controlled by the brain downstairs and not the one in the bigger head. My voluptuous girls might just help me negotiate my way out of here. I don’t like having to debase myself to such rude tactics, but my idea factory is a little empty at the moment. I can’t stay with criminals with the past looming. They’ll toss me right onto the first police department’s steps as soon as they find out the ransom on my head. Money and criminals aren’t exactly the greatest tests of loyalty with a beautiful stranger.

  Slipping the tank top over my head, my head gets stuck. I tug hard against the misbehaving fabric when a rough pair of male hands grabs the hem and yanks it free of my hair. His touch startles me. Shock must register on my face because the tall man backs away from me with his hands in the air in surrender.

  “Sorry, looked like you needed help. The Prez will be pissed if I bring you down late. Let’s get going,” he says, grabbing my arm and aiming me toward the door. He lightly heaves me out the door and closes it behind us. Pointing down to the left, we hustle at a quick pace down the hallway.

  “I’m Slider, by the way,” he says as we make our way down the stairs.

  “I’m Dani,” I tell him. “Is that honestly your real name? Your parents are fucked up if that’s what they legally named you.”

  “Naw, Slider is my road name. Hero gave it to me because I’m smooth with the ladies and can get just about any girl to slide their panties off with just a glance.” He stares at me with duck-face lips and squinted eyes in what I fathom is his attempt to work his mojo on me. “Huh, the smolder didn’t work for you. I’ll have to up my game. My real name is Luke, but don’t go calling me that in front of the guys. Stick with their road names if you know what’s good for you.”

  “Sorry, Slider. It takes more than a goofy ass look to make it into these panties,” I reply just as we hit the bottom of the stairs. He leads us through the crowded room and into a side room. Depositing me into a hard wooden chair, he exits, closing the door behind him. Being left alone to my own devices is a scary notion, especially in this kind of biker-filled clubho
use hell. I drum my finger against the wood of the chair when the door abruptly swings open and in walks King Gray Beard. It’s the man that shuffles in behind him that takes my breath away. His face is blocked from my vision, but my body instantly responds to his presence.

  It can’t be him. There’s no way. He’s not one of these assholes. I continue to stare at his hidden face as the temperature of the room rises past boiling while I break out in a shock-induced nervous sweat. My body launches in shakes, rippling through my bones. Whether they are in fear or anticipation, I don’t know. A familiar cologne wafts to me as the other man shuts the door behind him. Please, don’t be him, I plea to myself. Don’t let my dark fantasy man be him. His face continues to stay shielded until he finally turns around. Fuck me; it’s the guy I danced with at the bar. I may never have seen his face that night, but I recognize him by the reaction from my body and the ring on his hand. My memory flashes back to that night and the feel of his hands caressing my body. My drunken haze blocked out so much, but I know I’ve felt the hands before me on my body.

  This man is fuck-me-sideways-sexy. He’s taller than I remember, but I wasn’t exactly sober when he dirty-danced with me at Red’s. If I took a guess, I’d say he is probably close to six foot five and built like a brick shithouse. Every muscle on his body is toned and the thought of what could lie underneath that t-shirt he has on is making me drool. I want to lick every contour of his defined abs. The tattoos snaking up his arms are just an added bonus.

  I plead internally for him to look up at me when his eyes lock onto mine, neither of us are moving. The tension in the room rises as my blurred, drunken memory comes back to me in waves. His body swaying against mine mentally seduces me all over again. The memory of his touch on my body sends arousal shooting throughout me.