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Ugh. I have no idea where my head is at. I don’t think I even have a head at this point.
I clench my thighs together. We’re off to a bad start if, already, I’m accepting the fact that they’re trapping me here. What’s next? They chop off my arm?
Oh, it’s okay, I forgive you. As long as you don’t rip out my eyes so I can still gawp at you all, we’re good.
I heave a sigh. “Okay. Now what? I just sit here all day while you ride off into the sunset, human bodies slung over your shoulders?”
“You watch too much TV,” Ash says.
“Then, what?” I hitch my arms further up over my chest. “When am I free to go?”
The brothers share another look. It doesn’t look good. The crease between their iron-gray brows suggests that they don’t want to be the ones to deliver the bad news. I watch their faces and all I can think about is how hot fine lines look on them.
“Never?” I finally say after shaking off my trance. “I stay here forever?”
“Of course not, darling,” Saint says. “It’s something we’ll have to discuss in meetings.”
“You don’t trust me to keep quiet? I can sign a nondisclosure—” I stop myself before my mouth gets away from me. Best to not say too much. It’s important to remember that I’m still chasing my paralyzing regret.
“Okay, fine—here’s the deal. I stay here on one condition.” I narrow my eyes, watching them. “You give me a job.”
Ash turns feverish. “What kind of job?”
Ryder’s jaw hardens, eyes popping out of his skull. He turns to Ash. “I’m not fucking sharing her with anyone else.”
“Notthatkind of job,” I say. “I’m not a whore. A proper job…like, one at the bar. Do you really expect me to sit around here all day playing prisoner?”
Ash squints his eyes, watching me carefully. “We’ll think about it.”
I bite down on my lip. I’ve been told to stay here against my own will, yet somehow it feels like I’m still choosing. Make it make sense.
“Oh, and another thing,” I add.
“She’s not gonna make this easy for us, boys,” Saint says.
“Let me speak to my Mamma. She needs to know that I’m…safe.”
6
ASH
“Runaway bride is pissedthat she has to stay.”
We’re in the main room enjoying a glass of cold beer, catching up on last night with some of the other bikers.
“Runaway bride shouldn’t have run away,” says one of the members. “She should have been a good girl and stayed with her husband.”
The mere mention of her “husband” churns my stomach. The man is a failure and a fool. He had killer pussy all to himself and decided to throw it away for another.
But some men are their own worst enemies. Some simply can’t handle a ten-out-of-ten Italiansignorinawith an ass that doesn’t quit.
Oh, Lacey, what am I going to do with you?
“She says she regrets last night,” Ryder says.
“Of course she did.” I roll my eyes. “If you weren’t too busy staring at her chest, you would’ve seen how wet she was getting.Her arousal was evident, right there in her eyes.” I take a gulp of beer to cool myself off. “She’s filthy.”
“Yes. And I got there first,” Ryder insists.
