Page 4 of Indecent Lies

“Nah, I have somewhere I need to go.”

“Maybe I could go with you.”

Roux laughed and lifted a shaped eyebrow.

God, Penelope would kill to have her brows threaded, it had been over two weeks. She was one of those unlucky women who resembled a yeti found in the wild if she didn’t maintain her facial hair. That meant waxing her upper lip too. She’d look like Elmer Fudd in a few weeks if she didn’t book an appointment with her waxing girl.

Only, she was no longer in Harrison, NY, with easy access to every hygienic self-care spa.

“You know you can’t.”

“I’ll be with you, what am I going to do, run off? I don’t know anyone here.”

“Not going to happen, Cinderella.”

Ugh, they’d all started calling her Cinderella that first day.

She supposed she was lucky that they didn’t make her clean out the chimneys.

“Fine, but if I get killed, then I hope you feel guilty.”

As a hostage, it wasn’t so bad, but Penelope was afraid once Axel Tucker knew her father would not be paying any ransom, he had no reason to let her live.

She’d heard them talking, they assumed Penelope was going to fetch them a lot of money.

She could have easily told them no one thought that much of her to pay any kind of money, let alone thousands.

Trying to be brave, she kept her mouth shut.

She didn’t even know if she could trust Roux, she was part of this MC, after all.

It had been a colossal mistake to come to Colorado in hopes of finding refuge with the only boy she’d ever known who made her heart hurt.

That was a lifetime ago, he probably didn’t even remember her.

Stupid impulsive decisions never lead to anywhere good.

Penelope found that out far too late.

TWO

“It’s a lonely rode back to Texas.” – Tait Hunt

The winter sun was waning from the darkening sky, but it didn’t stop the sweat from clinging to the back of Texas’ plain black tee as he finished for the day, with fatigue and a sense of rightness in his heavy bones.

Who knew hefty, hard labor would suit him as it had this year.

Callouses roughened both hands and his muscles were defined.

He’d always enjoyed working out, usually long-distance running so the strenuous labor he did now was a whole different kind of hurt on his body.

An honest day’s work.

He liked it.

For months, he’d wandered aimlessly, and only knew where he’d land when he ran out of gas or was so tired from riding all day that he needed to stop his Harley and find a motel to crash.

His journey to find himself had taken him through Phoenix, Tucson and New Mexico.

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