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“Why?”
“We need another girl. Put her in there,” Hodge orders once more. His tone is harsh; he’s obviously pissed off.
“Oh yeah. Because she looks so much like me,” I snap.
“You kiddin’ me right now?” Hodge asks me.
“Does it look like it?”
“Keep your mouth shut, Kemah, and let me figure this shit out,” he growls at me. He fucking growled at me. So why was that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard? I snap my mouth shut and don’t say anything else as Remy walks over and talks to the girl. She shrugs her shoulders and walks over, climbing in the van and taking my seat.
“Tell my dad I had a situation and I couldn’t make this run,” Hodge tells Remy. Remy looks at me and smirks before nodding his head and slamming the van door. I watch as he walks around and climbs in, taking off with a group of bikers all around him.
Then it’s just me and Hodge. I don’t look over at him, but I do smell the smoke of a cigarette he just lit.
“You comin’?” he asks. Now I do look. He’s walking toward a building that says Soulless Bastards on it. I debate telling him to fuck off, but I don’t. Instead, I follow behind him like a fucking whipped puppy that Jake wanted me to be.
Hodge held the door, and I walked past him and stepped inside. It’s quiet in here with just a few guys and girls moving about. Hodge motions for me to follow him down the hall and opens a door, ushering me inside. I step in and realize this is probably his room. I spin around, ready to make a run for it, but he stands, blocking the door, shaking his head.
“You’re gonna tell me what the hell you were doin’ in that van.”
“If I knew, I might.”
“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know?”
“Just what I said. I was forced into the van. That’s all I know.” His eyes now roam over me, no doubt seeing the wetness of the piss on my jeans.
“Take a shower. I’ll find you some clothes,” he says, nodding toward the other door. I shake my head once more. I don’t know him. I’m not sure if I can trust what he has to say to me.
“No.”
“You like bein’ in piss clothes?”
“Does the smell bother you?” I snap back at him. I know this is wrong, but I don’t know what he wants with me either. I don’t know why he’s keeping me here, or what the hell is going to happen now.
Hodge doesn’t speak. His eyes darken as he steps toward me, a look I can’t place in his eyes.
“You think a little piss is what’s gonna make me walk away from you?” I swallow hard as he stops in front of me, his hand coming up to wrap around my throat lightly. My lips part, and suddenly it’s too damn hot in this room.
“What do you want?” he chuckles.
“I want answers.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Yeah, you do. You just don’t want to give them to me. And you know what? That’s fine. You can stay here until you do,” he tells me. His thumb runs a line over my flesh that heats me from the inside out. I’m not sure what kind of game he’s playing right now, but I want no part of it.
Chapter 11
Hodge
Fuck. Her mouth. Her defiance. The look of lust dancing in her eyes. I could have her. I could have her under me, over me. I could have her any fucking way I wanted her, and I know it.
But she doesn’t deserve that. Not some fuck like me. She doesn’t deserve to live the life I live. Neither did they. I ruined them. I won’t ruin her the same way. But toying with her is so much fucking fun.
She finally took a shower, and I managed to find some clothes for her to put on. She walks out into the main room with a pair of Rig’s sweatpants and one of his t-shirts on. The thought of her having his clothes on pisses me off a little.
She looks up and spots me watching her before I motion for her to come over to me. She does and sits down in the chair across from me. I grab my beer and bring it to my lips, taking a long pull as she watches.
