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Chapter Three
Izzy
The shower doesn’t really help my clarity very much. No matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to move past the fog that’s clogging my head. It’s like I know the answers I’m trying to find are there, but they are just out of reach. I don’t really want to walk out of the bathroom because I’m scared of what might lie ahead of me.
Their President doesn’t seem to trust me. Not that I blame him. The girls seem welcoming, but I can tell that if they were told they had to shun me that they’d listen. Max seems the safest option for me, although I still don’t know why I feel like that. Maybe because he has shown me small signs that he is different from the other men here. I noticed that his vest doesn’t have the patches that the other men do, which might mean something. Slipping on the clothes I was given, I stare at the stranger in the mirror.
Why am I here?
There has to be a reason, right?
A knock at the door makes me jump. “Hey, girl, you still alive in there?”
I take a deep breath. Time to face whatever lies in my future. I open the door and all three girls are still there.
“Twisted is waiting to talk to you,” Nikki says to me.
Who the hell is Twisted?
I cock my head to the side in question. His name alone makes me not want to meet him.
She smiles at me. “That’s who you were talking to earlier. He’s the MC President. I’m not really sure what he’s going to say to you.”
I give her a nod, not really sure myself of what is going to happen. I open the door and head back out toward the main room. It’s a huge open space, and a bar lines the one wall with some small tables around it. On the opposite side of the room, there are a few couches and recliners. Twisted is standing near one of the tables, talking to Max.
They both turn toward me and survey me like a wild animal. “Considering we don’t know who you are, and neither do you, we can’t let you stay here.” Twisted takes a few steps toward me and my flight instinct kicks in. I want to run. He’s at least a foot taller than me and he exudes power and authority. I look up at him hesitantly. “At the same time, I don’t want to just let you leave. For now, you’ll be staying at the motel down the road. The girls will get you some clothes. Prospect here, is gonna stay with you just to make sure everything is on the up and up. You remember anything, you need to tell someone, understood?”
I nod, trying to take in what he just told me. He expects me to live under their watchful eye until he can figure out who I am. It all sounds a little suffocating, and even though I don’t know who I am I know I sure as hell don’t want that. “What if I say no?” My question causes the eyes in the room to widen as they land on me. Honestly, I surprised myself.
“Then this arrangement can be a lot less pleasant. Either way, you showed up at my club, and I want to fucking know why.” His voice is almost like knives cutting through the air. It’s harsh and dangerous, letting me know not to push him anymore. “So what is it,Izzy?” My name slowly drags out of his mouth, almost as if he’s daring me to choose the harder path.
I have no options. I have nowhere to go, and no idea who I am. “Option one,” I say as I rebel in my own way, refusing to look at him.
“Fine, then. The girls will meet you tomorrow so they can take you to get some clothes.” He turns and walks away from me, and I slump into the chair next to me.
“Hey, you ready to get out of here?”
I look up at Max, whom they’ve only referred to as prospect, then simply nod at him. He walks toward the door, and I follow him, not really wanting to, but not wanting to stay here either. We walk back out to the truck and as I look around I see that it’s the only one here. There are only bikes surrounding us.
Max is watching me with wide eyes and seeming to try and evaluate me. What he doesn’t know right now is that it’s no use. I’m a puzzle missing half of the pieces. He can look as long as he wants but there isn’t an answer to be found. I bite my lips, trying to keep the threatening tears at bay. I feel so helpless and I hate it.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He smiles at me and holds the door open for me.
I climb in and buckle my seatbelt while he walks around the car and then does the same. The moment we hit the road something flashes in my mind.
A fast bike, red, pulling into a field.
It’s the field from that night.
I’m looking down at the bike, not able to see the person in front of me.
My stomach churns with nervousness as the engine shuts off.
I jump as I’m thrust from the memory and find myself still sitting in the truck.
“You good?” he yells back.
I just nod as I rest my head back against the seat..
