Arms slid around his chest while hands grasped his ankles. He was deeply regretting telling his friends he could do this alone. But in his defense, he’d never dreamed he’d be tied up and, from what he could tell, being carried down stairs. Twist counted steps and turns as they took him somewhere underground. The air smelled different, and the only sounds were the footsteps of the people carting him to whatever the hell Time Out was.
He was set on his feet.
“I’m going to untie your feet to make you a little more comfortable. Try anything and I’ll truss you up like a Thanksgiving turkey and let you deal with that,” Snipe cautioned.
Twist nodded, though what he wanted to do was fight and hit Snipe in the face. The odds were against him, so he’d bidehis time. The only thing he had going for him was a midnight check-in with Booker. At least at that point, Booker would know something had gone wrong. Depending on what the MC was into, Twist could be dead and buried in a field by that time. This was one of those times when his overconfidence could find him pushing up daisies, or given the farmland he was surrounded by, he might be nutrients for corn or another crop. He’d been so sure he could handle anything, but he’d never considered this.
But despite tying him up, they hadn’t hit him, hurt him, or done anything he would think someone who wanted him gone would do. Twist wasn’t sure what he stepped in, but it was obviously more than an MC of former military who liked to ride bikes—which was how they’d been described on the internet.
Chapter Eight
“What the hell?” Britt yelled at Mace.
He might be their President but putting someone who wasn’t deemed an enemy in Time Out seemed excessive.
“Now, calm down. We’re not planning to hurt him—unless he’s not who he seems to be. I just need to make sure he can’t hurt us. I placed a call and am waiting for a call back. Once we get confirmation he’s on the up and up, then you can bring him into the fold if you’d like, but a storm chaser would make a great lookout guy to select people ripe for trafficking,” Mace said.
Britt stared at the man she trusted to lead them, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t upset about what had happened. Listening to his explanation made sense, but it had still been a shock when Snipe, Buzzard, Quicksilver, and Mace had Twist trussed up so fast.
But at least someone was thinking. When Twist had approached, at first she’d been stunned but pleased. When her dad had introduced himself, she’d tried to figure out what to say to keep her original cover story, but she’d drawn a blank. The woman who could come up with plans A through C in no time flat was struck dumb at the sound of Twist’s deep, sexy voice and his arms bulging in his tight-fitting T-shirt. His cut, though, had been noticeably absent, which had her wondering if he had known the bar was owned by an MC.
“I’m going to check into his phone while we wait,” Quicksilver said, walking back toward one of their computer rooms. One of the things they’d done was plan redundancies. There were separate computers with the same information on them located in the Time Out tunnels and also in a separate basement hidden under the RV Resort’s cabin with the office and laundry.
Redundancies are what you get when the majority of the members are conspiracy theorists and plan for the day everything goes tits up.
Britt always saw what others called conspiracies, but Britt called them possibilities. It’s one of the reasons she was called Raven. Besides noticing every little thing, she was able to take all the information and formulate what could possibly happen. It allowed her team to plan for all the possibilities. Shewas a little irritated with herself for not having a plan D when they ran the quest that Twist interrupted. The rest area was rarely used so her plans A, B, and C had what to do in case things went awry, but she hadn’t considered a hero pulling in at just the right time. She’d do better next time, though the runaway bride wouldn’t be able to be used again. That idea was now burned.
“I don’t like what happened, but maybe I’m not objective about him. How long until your contact will call back?” Britt asked, pacing the room.
Buzzard slid his arm around her. “Little sis planning on getting her some with her hero?”
Britt shook off his arm. “Seriously, little sis?”
“I’m trying it out. Since we’re a family, it’s obvious I can’t be the younger brother.I’m older, outweigh you by one hundred pounds, and I can be super annoying when you’re trying to read or do your Legos. That sounds like an older brother,” Buzzard said, grinning.
Britt rolled her eyes. She loved these men, but sometimes they really got on her nerves. She wasn’t sure she would have made it through serving without them, but she was an adult. At least now, they weren’t all stuck in a confined vehicle. She could always retreat to her room.
“Why does everything with you come back to getting some?” she asked Buzzard.
Snipe laughed as he walked by. “Because the hottie Buzzard was interested in turned out to be crazy. Poor Buzzard is on the self-love train for a while.”
Buzzard shoved Snipe. Britt snickered. They acted like teenagers sometimes, but she still loved them.
“How do you know what happened with her? Have you been reading my texts?” Buzzard growled.
“Hey, I get bored on surveillance sometimes. If you all don’t want your life scrutinized, then I suggest getting a little better encryption on your electronic devices.”
Britt poked Snipe in the chest. “You better be staying out of my phone,” she said.
“Chill. Hey, the food is ready from the bar. Are we going to let him eat?” Snipe asked.
Mace held up a finger and answered his phone. He walked away, most likely so she couldn’t listen in, which made her a little angry. Twist had come looking for her.There was no other reason he’d end up at the Honey Creek Badgers MC’s properties.
Did he come looking for her to check on her just as a nice guy, or was he interested in her? It had been too long since she’d genuinely been interested in a man for more than a one-night stand. If Twist was deemed trustworthy by Mace, she had a decision to make. Did she want to bring him into the fold? And did Mace really mean that he could know everything? So far, no one besides their original members and family knew exactly what the Honey Creek Badgers MC was into.
She drummed her fingers on the counter, keeping an eye out for Mace. This waiting was different from when she was on surveillance. How nervous she was told her there wasn’t a question if she’d tell Twist. He wasthe first man to interest her and make her want to share with him.
Mace walked back in, staring at Britt. “So we have a little delay. My contact said they didn’t want to confirm anything regarding Twist over the phone. He, along with a couple of others, are going to be riding up. They’re leaving now. They should be here in the next hour or so. Until then, Twist can stay by himself in Time Out.”
