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Wow… he walked with confidence, those blue jeans hugging his ass as he moved. His cut had the club patch on the back. I couldn’t see his name. Maybe it’d be on the front. God how I wanted his name. I wanted to know everything.
The luscious dark hair I’d fisted in my hands moved as he walked, and he tossed it back from his eyes, his balancewobbling slightly with the movement. He might still be feeling the effects of the drug, because it had really hit him hard. He’d been in and out of consciousness during our night together. I had this burning urge to have him awake next time. Even if he protested, and cursed me, and demanded that I stop.I wouldn’t. I’d relish his reactions though. He had a dangerous side, and I yearned to experience it properly.
He glanced around the place before he entered, even glancing in my direction, not that he could see me, hidden in the darkness of my room, the curtains open just a crack.
His eyes were a rich dark brown. I remembered them, from the moments where they were open, and staring at me, with confusion and disorientation welling in them.
I wanted to stare into those eyes again, and I wanted him bound, and at my mercy, so I could take him inside me, whether he liked it or not.
Seven
Torch had called ita nest, and he wasn’t wrong, because that was exactly what the fuck it was. I could see my Pres and VP watching me, like they wanted me to say I recognised something, but I didn’t. There was a faintly familiar scent in the air, but the place was a dump, and I’d been in dumps before. I grew up in one, so it really could be nothing more than that.
The place was clearly a squat. It had been dressed up a little, like it had been lived in, but it essentially comprised of just a bed with bedding, and some fabric draped on the walls, to make it look, I don’t know… like a fucking boudoir, and then there were some random boxes in the room. The most unnerving thing was the bed itself though. The bedding was dark red, but again, unfamiliar to me, because it was like seeing a place for the first time.
The bed had a metal frame, but the worst part was the ropes tied at each corner.Restraints. Without even thinking about it, I was checking my wrists, and there were marks. Not painful ones,but clear evidence of those ropes being used on me. Stitch leaned close to me, grabbing my arm, his eyes on my wrists too.
“Fucking hell.” He looked me in the eye. “You wanna wait outside?”
I shook my head. If this was the only chance to see the place, and try to remember anything, then it had to be now. I couldn’t wimp out. I had to check the place out.
Reacher was saying something in a low voice, and then suddenly he and Stitch were the only ones in here with me. It freed me up to think, to react, without so many fucking eyes on me.
“Restraints,” Stitch muttered to Reacher, who cursed.
“We need to find this bitch.”
I rubbed at my wrists. Even though they didn’t hurt, even though I’d never noticed the faint marks from the ropes. Now that I knew they’d been there, it was like I could feel them there now.
“Torch says his phone was just inside the door there. She likely tossed it carelessly, because she never planned to be back here. Either that or she wanted him to find this place. Twisted bitch.”
“It’s not a last minute decision, bringing someone here. This was set up in advance,” I heard Stitch murmur, and I turned to look at him.
“What?”
He groaned, pushing his hair back.
“I’m saying this was planned. Whether it was planned for you or not, I have no idea, but this was already in place, for her to bring her… uh… victim. Maybe it’s not even the first time she’s done this.”
I grabbed my hair, pulling at it, needing the pain to help me focus. The room was too warm. The air too thick. I couldn’t breathe.
“This can’t be fucking happening! You’re telling me now, that not only am I a ‘victim’, but I’m one in a long fucking line of them? This…fuck… this isn’t happening.” I turned to look around the room again, the dark hanging fabric taunting me, hiding the walls, making it look like some kind of porn set. Any other time, I might have appreciated that effort, but not now, not like this.
I grabbed at the silky fabric, pulling hard, and tearing it from the wall. It had been nailed at the top. That meant that someone had taken the time to get on a set of steps, and fucking nail fabric to the walls. That wasn’t five minutes of prep.That was long term planning.
I tore down the fabric at each wall, trashing the place, my breathing coming in heavy gasps. This room. This place. It had seen the one night that I wasn’t in control. The one night that someone took something from me. How the fuck that had even happened, was still something I couldn’t comprehend.
Arms grabbed me, as I started tearing at the bedding. The place whereithad happened. Where I’d apparently been tied. Where I’d apparently been used for sex, without even having knowledge of it.
“That’s enough, brother,” Reacher muttered into my ear, their iron grip remaining until my energy suddenly left me, and I sagged in their hold.
“This can’t be happening,” I whispered, my legs buckling, until they tried to lower me onto that bed.
“NO!” I couldn’t be there. Not there. And I couldn’t break down like this. I wasn’t some weak ass pussy who couldn’t take being used. I wasn’t some defenceless woman, who couldn’t fight back. I wasn’t some loser, who couldn’t kill when it was necessary. It was time to man the fuck up.
I shook them both free, and cleared my throat, straightening my cut, then my shirt. I took a deep breath, and another.
“Ice needs to check the CCTV in the area, and I want to go to that bar,” I said, staring at them both at last.
