I’ve ever used—besides my grandfather’s revolver—is a staff in Warcraft. Not that that’s anything to shun. It is, after all, a legendary.
“Let her go,” Lucias says. The giant, scarred-up guy named Savage releases my arm quickly, like I’m suddenly on fire, but Lucias’s tone didn’t give much room for argument. I reach up and rub the spot, not from pain. I’m just happy to be free. Well, not really free.
“Where the fuck are her clothes?” Lucias’s eyes roam over me, locking on my legs.
“Wasn’t real worried about her clothes at the moment, Pres,” Savages answers.
Lucias pulls his eyes away from me and over to Casper, who’s been moved from the pool table to a sofa over on the side. When I got in the truck, I’d cut her jeans away, and I’d done a few quick stitches and bandaged her on the drive over. I had to use what was in the truck because Cas just wanted it stitched fast and over quickly. Something about not wanting her man to see it. She didn’t even jump when I started on her. She just cursed and kept checking her phone. I did the best I could with my kit in a moving vehicle. It should be fine, as long as she doesn’t get an infection.
“Cas.” Lucias just says the one word.
“No. I’m not alright. Vincent is going to fucking kill me. I’m never going to hear the end of this. Ever.” She picks up her phone once again, typing away, not seeming to be in pain. More annoyed and agitated than anything. She actually didn’t even seem mad at me that I shot her. More pissed at herself. Or whatever this Vincent was going to do.
He walks over to her, looking down at her thigh. He pulls the bandage back to look at the wound before reapplying it, shaking his head.
“You did this?” He looks back over at me, and this time I can’t read his face at all. Holy shit, I’m standing with no freaking pants on in the middle of a motorcycle club after I shot one of their people. I pull at the bottom of my shirt, trying to make it longer.
I’m not sure if he means the bandage and stitching, or the shooting, so I just nod because, hell, I did do both.
“Someone want to tell me what happened?” He looks around the room at everybody, and it’s then I notice there are a few other men who have joined us. I go to step back, but bump into Savage, which makes me jump. Jesus, he takes up all the freaking space around here.
“What happened is Vincent is never letting me out of the house again. He already follows me around. I’m shocked he hasn’t scented my blood and isn’t here already,” Cas half-whines before dropping her head back down onto the sofa, ignoring Lucias’s question.
“Went to find Pinch. He wasn’t home, but his bitch was,” the man who had been carrying Cas and drove us here says.
I scrunch my face at his word bitch. For some reason, out of everything, that name seems to be the straw that is about to break this camel’s back. I feel the lump start to grow in my throat, but I try to hold it back by biting the inside of my cheek, hoping the pain will halt it.
I feel my body go lax, and I start to feel a little colder than before. I’m crashing. The adrenaline is leaving my body, and I clench my fist, hoping to stop the shaking that I know is going to come.
Lucias’s whole body seems to go rock solid, his hard stare landing on me. I can practically feel the anger pulsing off him in waves.
“You belong to Pinch.” The disgust is clear in his voice, and it also doesn’t sound like a question. More of an accusation. He lets out an angry huff, and his nostrils flare. “Not any more, you don’t.”
What the hell does that mean? Like, he’s going to kill me?
I feel my legs start to shake, and before I know it, Savage has me by the waist, stopping me from hitting the floor. I’m shocked he even cared enough to catch me.
I’m quickly pulled from Savage’s arms and into Lucias’s.
“I’ll be back. No one fucking go anywhere.”
“What the fuck was that?” I hear Cas say, and then a few others mumble as Lucias carries me from the room.
I have no energy to fight him. What’s the point? I just rest my head against his chest as he takes a set of stairs. It’s then I really notice we’re in some giant house.
We go up two flights of stairs until we reach the third floor. There are two doors, one at either end of the hall. One door opens, and a small blonde woman pops her head out, giving us a strange look.
“Savage is downstairs,” he tells the woman as he turns. She just nods before a half-smile pulls at her face.
At the end of the hall, he opens a door before dropping me on a bed. He stares down at me for a minute, and I feel my heartbeat pick up. I scramble for the other side of the bed, and Lucias just lifts his hand and points at me.
“Don’t even think about trying to leave.” With that, he turns, exiting through the door he just entered, and I hear a lock click into place.
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