Maybe she’s the little old lady they’ve kidnapped.
Dom throws open the front door like he’s about to rob the place and three guys behind us wait for me to enter.
Really, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already come this far. I might as well see all my stupid decisions through until the end. Straightening out my back, I walk into the farmhouse and immediately stop a foot or two inside the door.
Once again I’m completely taken by surprise. There’s not a single black wall or heavy metal rock concert poster in sight. The front room is large and open and decorated in different shades of white and tan. It’s friendly and inviting. There’s not a piece of leather to be found. It’s clean and smells fresh.
“You guys are back early.” A skinny blonde walks into the room, her back turned to everyone.
“Had to end the ride early. We picked up a stray.” Dom sits down and his three companions follow, each of them taking up spots on the light tan sofas. Dom sits in a large overstuffed chair by himself.
“Is that so?” Gretta turns finally taking me in. “Does she have a name?”
“Gretta,” Dom grunts, “meet Anessa.”
Her face lights up in recognition. “The Anessa? I’ve heard so much about you.”
She’s so sweet I instantly love her and can’t figure out what in the heck she’s doing hanging out with a bunch of bikers. Is she the reason it’s decorated so… normal? Did they kidnap her rather than an old lady?
“These shitheads all want me to make fucking cookies like you do, but I told them if they like them so much, they should keep buying them from you. I’m not a damn chef,” she says.
“Oh.” I guess the situation makes a little more sense.
“But she did buy us tea,” one of the guys sitting in the middle of the couch says. The cuts on his biker vest create the name Ghost in thick black font.
“Did you ask your guest if she would like some tea?” Gretta asks and all the guys in the room immediately look to the floor. “I didn’t think so.”
“Oh no, I’m good thank you.”
“We serve it in mugs, not the teacups like you do. It makes it manly tea,” the guy from the couch says.
Gretta rolls her eyes. “Yeah, your green tea with honey and lemon is manly. Sure.”
“Gretta, get me a beer,” Dom says pointing to the kitchen.
Her eyes widen at him and she shakes her head, muttering something under her breath, but she does turn around and walk away. “You don’t pay me enough to put up with this shit, Dom.”
There goes my kidnapping theory.
“You’re paying her now?” the third guy asks.
“No! I’m still a kidnap victim. I just haven’t decided to leave yet,” Gretta yells from the kitchen.
My eyes widen. “Kidnap victim?”
Dom laughs. “She has a big imagination.” He holds his hands up to symbolize how large I’m supposed to think her imagination is.
I’m not buying it. But I’m also not planning to ask any more questions while I’m in his house. Call me chicken shit or not. I’d like to leave here eventually. “Should we call Bennett now?”
I don’t want to wake up Liam and I really don’t want to deal with Bennett’s anger when he figures out where I am, but he can’t hate me so much he wouldn’t come and rescue me. Right?
All the men in the room laugh.
“I’m sure he’ll be around.” Dom says. “Gretta, get Anessa a beer too!” he yells.
“Can I get a beer?” Second guy in the couch asks.
Dom scowls at him. “No, you got beer in the compound.”
