Page 29 of Dirty Salvation

Hades was still out there alive somewhere.

What terrible news to tell a girl when she was fresh out of her un-gilded cage.

She would have laughed once over for that irony. But not now.

Something occurred to her that turned her blood cold.

“He’ll come for me if he knows I lived through whatever you did to his clubhouse. He is not a man who likes to lose,ever. He’s the proverbial kid who won’t share his candy.” She shivered, unconsciously wrapping arms around her knees once more.

“He won’t fuckin’ get near you, Icy!” His outburst was sudden. Again, he growled.

Zara was confused at his display, not to mention hearing that nickname again after so long.

It wrenched unfamiliar pain throughout her belly. But then, nothing made sense to her.

“You can stay here until we get him. We will get him.”

“Okay.” What did she care? If Rider and his MC had their own grudge against Hades let death find that bastard by his hands.

She was so tired, too tired to deal with it.

But she knew one thing; Hades had treated her like his own special project to mentally torture, it was why she reasoned he'd never sold her on like the other women or killed her.

She remembered how he'd laughed the day she'd slipped up and spat in his face declaring he was no president like Rider.Rider fucking Marinos? You know him do ya, sweet love? oh well, this just gets better and fucking better, you just became my favorite fucking toy, I’ll have to keep you real close. Now get the fuck here while I show you why you don't ever fucking spit at me. You'll be calling me Sir President before I'm done with you, sweet love. Beg me, bitch, beg your fucking President to hurt you.

She gulped back the rise of bile.

Before she could speak, Rider rose slowly this time as if to prepare her, give her warning he was not a threat. She watched his sleek movement, he walked languidly with his hips, she noticed the way his jeans molded to his long legs and the sway of his wallet chain around a lean waist making it clang. A distraction from her vile thoughts.

Her eyes crawled up his body, reached his chest, continued up, by the time she’d found his face he was already positioned in front of a dark wood chest of drawers, and bringing a plate over to her. Oh god. He’d brought her food. She didn’t care what it was, she wanted it now. Her belly growled like a tiny cub.

Gimme Gimme Gimme.

“Here, babe. You need this. Our medicine man said you were malnourished, you’re all skin and bone. Eat and I’ll bring you some more, as much as you want.” the plate snatched out of his hand, set on her lap, she was already sinking teeth down through the first huge bite of the roast beef and mayo sandwich before he’d finished talking.

Though she ate like a savage coming off a hunger strike she was polite with it, remembering to chew with her mouth closed, though in truth she barely chewed at all.

So good.So, so good.It tasted incredible. The best food she’d ever eaten.

Oh, God. Food. It had been days since she'd eaten a scrap of anything. She bit off more, gulping before the food was ready to be swallowed, she didn't care. Soft chewy white bread, she tasted the salted butter, and the creamy mayo slathered on the thick slab of beef with crispy lettuce leaves. She’d been a vegetarian once for about a minute. She'd never enjoyed cow so much before.

All went quiet. The food needed her attention. Just the sound of Zara’s hungry gulps and moans of enjoyment. A can of soda cracked open and appeared in front of her nose, she grabbed it, gulping half, before returning to the fourth and last sandwich.

She realized she’d eaten way too fast when nausea rolled through her, but she didn’t care for her body's reaction, she was full in she didn’t know how long. TheRebelswere not big on feeding their captives, even if their fat asses and beer guts were overloaded daily.

Assholes.

While she was inhaling the food, she tried her best not to notice Rider. But the sheer size of the man was hard to ignore. Instead, she drifted her one good eye around the room from under her lashes. A bed. Chest of drawers. Table. Chair. Armchair. Oh. It was all the same as she remembered. This was.Ohh.She'd been brought to Rider's room.

“It all looks the same.” she murmured.

“Hm.” was all he said.

Taking a firm grip on the soda can, coldness penetrating her hands as they shook a little. Full circle was here; she'd returned to the scene of her original crime. How ironic. She would have smiled had she had that in her to do.

When she felt ready she lifted her head, found him watching her intently. Just those piercing blue eyes trained had the effect to make her belly roll, tossing the food around like a rollercoaster.

Please don't throw up. Please don't vomit in front of this man, it would be the perfect end to a shitty existence so far. Luckily, she controlled her nausea waving through her with a few heavy inhales before she spoke.

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