Page 29 of Savage Hearts

Until next time.

His gruff voice and the words he’d uttered to me last night came back to my mind, and I shivered.

The brothers were gone, I was sure of it. They usually left pretty early in the mornings. They didn’t tell me where they went, and I didn’t care.

Now, the only person left in the house was Rachel Atkins—their housekeeper.

They had money, especially if they had taken over Dad’s narcotics operation.

But bikers were a different,rougherbreed. And growing up in that environment meant I wasn’t used to things such as housekeepers and huge mansions. Sins covered in luxury.

It would be almost laughable if my situation wasn’t so fucking sad right now.

Like the house, their housekeeper was impeccable, and what was more, she didn’t seem to give a fuck that I wasn’t here of my own free will.

She was completely on their side.

However, her food was some of the best I had ever eaten, and being in this house was worlds away from living in the clubhouse.

I tried not to think about what might have happened to the clubhouse the night of the attack, or even the men and women there.

I should feel guilty for not warning them first.

I didn’t feel a single thing.

I walked out of the bedroom. I pretty much had free range in the house. It wasn’t like they were concerned about me escaping. Not with the dozen or so guards going about the place, and not with the high fence built around the property, trapping me in.

The house could be a dream for a lot of people.

It was surprisingly comfortable, despite the enormous size.

It was a gilded cage for me. A trapped bird with clipped wings.

And it was in the middle of fucking nowhere, making it hard to run.

I hadn’t attempted to escape yet.

I was seeing how this would play out. There was a small voice inside my head that said waiting was a stupid thing to do, but there was nothing else that could be done right now.

I found Rachel by the stove, stirring some sauce that I was sure would be for dinner later tonight.

She turned when she heard me, a smile already on her face, watching as I took a seat on the barstool by the kitchen island.

She set a glass of orange juice in front of me. I took small sips.

She smiled encouragingly. I couldn’t figure her out. She seemed nice enough, even if she did turn a blind eye to my blatant kidnapping, making me wary of her. She wasn’t on my side.

“Hey. Are you hungry?” she asked.

I nodded, a little subdued as I took her in. She was an attractive woman, probably in her mid- or late forties. It was hard to tell. She had one of those faces that made her look years younger than she actually was, but her eyes…

They reminded me of my own.

She had seen a lot of shit in her life, and I wondered if it was because of the shitty deal she’d been handed in life that made her so loyal to the Tiernan brothers.

I didn’t plan on asking her.

I wasn’t here to make any friends, just steal enough money and get myself the fuck out of there.

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