Page 25 of Hallow’s Eve
“No. I ain’t,” Jasper snapped.
Hallow jerked him forward. “He’s too quiet. Got blood on his boot.”
Realizing him and Buzzard picked the same person, Thorn let go of me quickly and seized Donette.
“Oh my God. Do I look like I could kill anyone?” Donette laughed.
Thorn explained, “This one’s crazy enough.”
Donette started repeating Beetlejuice again.
The guy in the striped suit stepped forward, his makeup smeared, and clothes disheveled. Thorn dared him with a crack of his neck. Beetlejuice skulked back, disappearing into the crowd. Donette crossed her arms, looking pissed. So much for an Omega male.
Riff took our cook Louis by the arm and drew his gun to keep his suspect still. He’d been the only one to do that. With a pistol to his head, Louis was as quiet as a mouse. Riff didn’t tell us why he thought our cook had done it.
Buzzard barely held my arm as he explained, “She’s the one who killed Wolf, I know it.”
“I swear, I didn’t,” I called to everyone.
Buzzard told everyone, “They had something secret going on. Something sexual. She knows something at least.”
“We did not,” I said, eyeing Celie.
She puckered her lips and quivered in disgust, breaking my heart.
Searching for Hallow again, I watched in horror as he gagged Jasper with a bandana. He tore a mask off a nearby patron and put it on Jasper’s head, a green alien mask. Buzzard followed suit and almost did the same to me. Automatically, I spun around and kneed the ugly guy in the balls and got loose. Just as quick, Hallow let go of Jasper to capture me in his arms.
“I’ve got her,” he told his brothers as Jasper ran off.
With Buzzard bowled over, Thorn let go of Donette and went after Jasper.
Riff threw his keys to Hallow. “I’ll be taking Louis in the cage. Get them two secured and go with Buzzard. Thorn can take care of the runaway.”
Buzzard, recovered, came at me, his fists up.
Hallow dared him to mess with me. “I’ve got her. You’re not going to lay a finger on her.”
Buzzard snarled at me but bent and handed the bandana he’d planned to gag me with to Hallow. “You know the rules about uninvited guests.”
Before I could argue or fight, Hallow twisted me around and tied the bandana around my mouth to muzzle me. Holding me motionless, he plucked a mask off the floor and jerked it over my head. All went dark until Hallow tugged the mask more and my eyes lined up with the holes. Thankfully, they weren’t just slits. As I fought to breathe, he bound my hands in front of me with another bandana. I could only assume Donette met the same fate as Hallow heaved me through Bootsies, out the front door and situated me on the front of a motorcycle.
Hallow’s voice came muffled through the mask that covered my ears. “I’m taking you home to Royal Road to see my boss, the President of the Royal Bastards MC. You behave and listen to me, and you might make it out of there alive.” He climbed on behind me, held me with one arm tucked around my waist and started the engine. As the machine roared to life, real fear finally settled in. Hallow, as much as I’d wanted him earlier, was an outlaw, a criminal like these other bikers. He obviously followed their orders, even when it came to me.
Chapter 7
EVE
The wind on the ride through Nashville chilled me to the bone. After all, thanks to my romp with Hallow, I was only in a paper-thin white dress, wet panties with no bra. Oh, and a freaking Halloween mask on that obstructed my vision. I found I could breathe just fine if I calmed myself. At least it kept my face warm. I shivered so hard that when we stopped, I was relieved. That was until Hallow chatted up someone who sounded like they were unlocking a gate. Lord have mercy. We must’ve gotten to Royal Road. The whole ride I’d prayed Hallow would have mercy on me and not really take me to his President. How hard would it be to drop me off on the side of the road and say I got away?
Hallow eased me off the motorcycle and led me through a door. Just inside, I heard live music very much like at Bootsies. They were playing Halloween songs too, a rocking, “Werewolves of London” to be exact. We stopped. I couldn’t see a thing through my mask but the glare of neon.
“Hallow, did you bring us a treat? You can put her with the other girls,” a muffled voice came.
“No, Opry. We’re here to see Kingpin.”
“Party’s still on.”
“You seen Buzzard?”
