“Dig in. You girls need anything else, just let me know. I'd give you a grand tour, but you can take this fucking place all in just by turning your heads.”
I took the chair across from them, checking my phone while they ate. When I reached for my pocket to put it back, I felt an unfamiliar bump. Shit, I'd forgotten I still had Missy's phone with me.
“Don't suppose you're going to return that anytime soon?” She stared at me intently, ripping the plastic top off her yogurt.
Fuck me. I must've looked like an idiot and let my hand linger near my pocket too long. Well, since the goddamned cat was screaming outta the bag...
I stood up, plucked the phone out in front of her, and dropped it on the ground. I stomped that shit harder than I intended. It cracked and came flying out underneath my boot in a hundred plastic shards.
“You're not making any calls 'til I know I can trust you, babe.” Not this time. I looked at her, holding her gaze, steeling myself against those bright brown gems in her head. “I feel for you, whether you believe it or not. Doesn't mean I'm turning my back before we've reached an understanding.”
“We have one: you kidnapped us, and you're holding us prisoner. You stole everything my family had to make a new life together.” She was breathing heavy, those sweet round tits rising and falling in waves on her chest.
My head was fucking ringing. I took a step closer, holding in the volcanic heat so I wouldn't spook the kid real bad. I got as close as I could before I leaned down, never taking my eyes off her.
Surprisingly, the chick didn't flinch. She held steady while over two hundred pounds of rock hard biker leered down at her.
“We did what we had to for reasons that aren't your fucking business. If it wasn't for me, you'd be a dead husk in an unmarked grave right about now. Gratitude? I really don't give a shit. But you'd better close your fucking mouth and show me some respect. Appreciating this patch is all that's between you and some guys who'd like to do a whole lot worse.”
I thumped my chest once, then turned around, making damned well sure she could see the roaring grizzly bear on my jacket. In my younger days, this was the point when I would've went storming outta the house, slamming the door off its hinges while Ma or Shelly screamed after me.
But I was a prisoner in this damned room tonight too. My hell was babysitting the kid munching chips on my bed and the grown brat my crew put through the wringer. Shit, couldn't she understand I'd saved both their asses?
I wasn't fucking around when I warned her what would've happened if it wasn't for me keeping my brothers from putting lead in their skulls. I'd sacrificed my fucking club cred to keep her and the kid whole. Yeah, she had every reason in the world to hate me and spit in my face, but no way was I putting up with that shit.
Tomorrow, I didn't have a fucking clue what was gonna happen. We had to play pretend around the brothers, or else somebody else would be jerking her into their room and fucking her like another slut. The only thing keeping her safe and sane was pretending to be my old lady.
And right about now, I had some serious fucking doubts that we were gonna be able to pull it off.
“Missy?” Jackie put down the empty Doritos bag and looked at her sis, trying to keep one eye on me.
Those brown eyes pulled away. She threw her arms around the girl, ignoring me.
“It's okay, sis. I know it's scary and it doesn't make sense...but we're going to get out of this. I'll find a way.” She paused, rocking the teenager, who was strangely calm, probably too numb to spill more tears today. “I'll do anything I have to.”
Had a feeling the last part was aimed at me. Hoped to hell she was serious, because that was the kinda attitude that might save me from a few ass kickings and keep her alive.
I swept up the broken phone fragments and took their empty packages. A hasty trip outside to throw away the junk brought me face to face with Rabid. He had one arm around some redheaded bitch I'd seen on his dick a couple times before.
“You still alive in there, bro?” he said, grinning through his short brown stubble.
“Don't see too many dead fucks walking around out here.” I had to stop and wonder if that was true – some of the men who'd settled in from Sacramento spent enough time drunk and high to look like the living dead.
“How about the girls?” The redhead laughed when he asked, like she was in on some big fucking secret.
I frowned, hoping he wasn't so loose with those bitches he was spilling club secrets along with his jizz. “They're doing fine. Gotta work on getting 'em somewhere else to crash. They're not a good fit for the clubhouse.”
Rabid's eyes narrowed as he saw me looking at his girl. “Whatever, bro. Hope you get them some new digs before Fang finds out.”