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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Laurel
A week went by.
Things were tense for the club and I started to find myself in the middle of some of those things.
I recalled, again and again, what had happened to me. I gave them every little detail I could remember. They asked me if I had ever seen my captor before. Steve, that was his name they told me. I tried to think, but there was nothing that had been familiar about him. I wondered what it all meant but they never told me anything.
With everything that was going on, I figured it was best not to push even though I felt like I was at the end of my rope. I wanted answers even if they didn’t want to give them. That was hard for me, to sit there and have all of these things going through my mind and not a clue how to figure anything out.
But I guessed that was just how things went sometimes.
Maybe I would never find the answers I was looking for.
Maybe I would never know how or why this had happened to me.
Bryan was in some meeting thing. He had called itChurch. I was still getting used to everything around here. Church was where the big men had their meetings or something. All I knew was that it was top secret stuff. He said it could take hours, he just wasn’t sure.
I was feeling slightly smothered and stir crazy.
So I left a note right next to the bed and sent Cami, as well as Chris, a text. Then I went in search of someone that could give me a ride.
I felt like I couldn’t even breathe without letting someone know. I wasn’t trying to be fussy about it. I understood and I was appreciative to a certain degree. But there were times I just needed to do things on my own and not have to worry about someone asking if I was alright. Or if I was sure I wanted to go out. Or if I could handle the real world.
Well, that last one hadn’t been said outright, but that was kind of how I felt.
“Hey, you,” I whispered as I cracked open the door to my room and found a man standing there.
He was a prospect.
I had learned that those were men that wanted in but were on kind of like a trial run. It sounded a lot like what I imagined the hazing that fraternities did to their pledges. And when I had said that to Bryan, I got a hard look cut at me.
But whatever.
I also knew that it was this guy’s job to watch over me. The main reason was because they still hadn’t caught the guy that kidnapped me. But I suspected that Bryan was uneasy about leaving me alone too.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Do you have a name?” I asked and rolled my eyes. Of course, he had a name. Everyone did. What I had meant by that was, was he allowed to tell me it.
I didn’t know all the rules here and the last thing I wanted to do was get someone in trouble.
“I do,” he said simply and his honey eyes sparkled with mirth. He didn’t sound like he was trying to be a ‘turd nugget’ as my sister would say. So I smiled and laughed.
“Alright. Mr. Funny Pants. Is it against the rules for you to tell it to me?”
“Colby. But don’t call me that around the guys, s’all I ask.”
“Colby. Got it,” I said motioning for him to come closer. Which he did but still left a respectable distance between us. “Can you get me out of here?”
He looked unsure for a moment.
“I left a note beside the bed. I also let my sister know that I was leaving.”
He still looked hesitant.
“I’ll take all the blame,” I said but it came out sounding more like a question.
