Page 59 of B-ry
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Laurel
“It isn’t working out like you thought.”
That voice was new. Even through the closed door, I could hear the thick accent though I couldn’t place it.
I slowed my breathing and tried to listen in closely.
“No one has come for her. You sure she isn’t just one of their throwaways? My patience is running thin here.”
“I’m sure. She’s important to him,” my captor said and I could detect a slight hint of fear in his tone. Or it could have been annoyance.
“I am growing tired of your games.”
“You need me,” crazy-head said with certainty.
“I let you in because you made promises. Promises that you could bring me new clients. So far I have yet to see any of it.”
“I helped you. I told you when that fucker was sniffing around. If it wasn’t for me, you would have been caught.”
“I still lost a great deal. You have some vendetta against these bikers, deal with it on your own time. I lost half my men because of them. I want them to hurt like I have hurt. I want them to suffer. No one fucks with me.”
Even that had me shaking a little.
But…
Bikers?
There was no way.
I had been thinking this had to do with my father all along. Had I been wrong all this time? Was this really about Bryan and his men? His club?
“Get rid of the bitch or I will. I gave you enough time. Now she’s nothing but wasted money. And since you have failed to deliver on new buyers, I should sell her and keep her profit all to myself.”
There was a long pause of silence. I didn’t dare move.
“You have three days. Then I will be here to pick her up. I will take a loss just to get rid of her quickly.”
A door opened and closed hastily. I assumed it was the front one and that the other man was now gone. With a warning like that, I wouldn’t want to mess with him.
“You are fucking useless, bitch,” my captor said walking into the room then slammed the door behind him so hard it rattled the walls.
He was vibrating with rage. I swallowed hard because I hadn’t thought he could be truly dangerous until this moment. Crazy? Sure. Off balanced? Definitely. But so far he had just kept me locked up. He hadn’t attempted to touch me or hurt me. He barely spoke to me as it was. Right now was a different story. He was downright unhinged. A man humiliated and hanging on by a thread.
“I don’t fucking get it!” he roared. “Why? I watched for months. He was always sneaking in and out of your place. You! Only you!”
The way he was angrily pacing reminded me of a caged tiger. Which was kind of funny, seeing as I was the one in the actual cage.
“At first, I wanted to go after the Sergeant’s woman. But then I could never get close enough to her. Always someone watching. Just like with that other one… the younger you.”
He was ranting and I was trying my hardest to follow along.
He was talking about Gwen and Cami.
I knew for sure he was talking about Bryan and his club now. To think that he had been watching my sister sent a chill down my spine. How long had he been watching them? How long had he been watchingme?
“But then I noticed him sneaking off in the middle of the night. I followed him and what do you know? He wasalwaysgoing to seeyou.”
