Danica said no harm was to come to me, but they’d already drugged me twice. The pain in my stomach got the better of me though. I inspected the packaging, it was totally sealed so I decided it was ok. I took it back to the bed and sat down, eating slowly after giving it a sniff.
Had Danica contacted King? Did they want a ransom of some sort? Dad knew who had me, but he wouldn’t have a clue about Danica. King was convinced she was dead. Why did she fake her death? I could go mad trying to figure it all out. I had to speak to Danica again, I needed to know what she wanted from me. First time someone showed up, I’d ask, no demand, she came back to talk to me.
Wherever I’d been moved to, it was not their clubhouse. It was too quiet. At any given time there was a party of some description going on at the Devil’s Chaos. Even when there wasn’t, there were a lot of people hanging around, it was never quiet. I didn’t know the set up the Kingsmen had, I’d heard they weren’t as big as the Devil’s Chaos, but bikers were bikers no matter where they were situated, or how many of them there were. And if I was nowhere near the compound, then my family wouldn’t know where to look.
My head was pounding from trying so hard not to think about everyone back home. But I always saw Hudson when I closed my eyes. I tried to take some comfort in thinking that somewhere, Hudson was out there doing everything he could to find me.
I kept looking at the camera, there was no light switch in here, which was weird, so I had no way to turn off the light to prevent them watching me. Who exactly was out there? The thought of their President watching made my skin crawl.
I’d been growing more uncomfortable as the hours wore on. Downing that water hadn’t been a good idea, although fuck knew how long it had been since I last went to the bathroom. Eventually, I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up and looked at the camera.
“Unless you want me to piss all over the floor, someone needs to come let me out.” I wasn’t about to do that, the thought disgusted me. But if I didn’t get to a bathroom soon, there was going to be an accident.
After at least another ten minutes, a heard a lock turn on the door. If my brain was functioning better I would have grabbed something to hit whoever came in, not that there was much in here. Instead, I backed all the way across the room until I hit the wall. Mace came into the room.
“Why is the Vice President of a Motorcycle Club babysitting me? You in the bad books?”
I goaded him, hoping for some kind of reaction. He’d already proven he wasn’t one to needlessly use his words. As expected, he didn’t answer as he closed the door over, he did have a set of handcuffs in his hand though.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I eyed the cuffs.
He still didn’t say anything as he walked towards me. I held up my hands to ward him off, ready to fight the fucker if he thought he was going to hurt me. But all that did was make it easier for him to grab my hands and snap the cuffs over my wrists.
I winced at the pain, but he hadn’t tightened them to the point where they pinched my skin, just enough to keep me restrained. He pulled me to the door by my arm and I cursed and fought him all the way, demanding he tell me what was going on.
We only went across the hall to another room, I didn’t even get chance to glance around and try to figure out where the hell I was. He pushed me into a bathroom.
“Hurry up,” he said.
“Er, I think this might be a problem,” I raised my cuffed wrists.
“Why do you think I cuffed you at the front. Deal with it.”
“Prick.” I started to close the door, but he held out a hand to stop me. “Seriously?” I frowned. “You have some sort of pee fetish?”
He didn’t answer me, just pulled the door partially over but not enough that I had complete privacy. The room was spotless, all white fixtures and a black and white checkered floor, but again, there was nothing else in here.
There was a mirror over the sink but even if I could smash it without him getting to me first, I’d never be able to hold or wield the glass without hurting myself. There were bruises on my cheek, dark circles under my eyes and my hair was a mess. But that was the least of my worries.
It wasn’t easy but I managed to get my pants and underwear down enough to pee. I did what I had to, flushed and went to wash my hands. I leaned over the sink filling my hands with the cool water and splashing it over my face.
When I straightened up, Mace was watching me. I scrambled to think of something to prevent me going back into that room, but he didn’t give me the chance, pulling me by my upper arm, he closed the door again and produced a key to the cuffs. He obviously didn’t think I was any threat and to be fair, he was at least a foot taller than me and built like a tank, I’d never be able to get the upper hand.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you letting her use you to keep me here?”
I wasn’t expecting much but hoped the insinuation Danica was in charge would force him to react. He stayed true to form and didn’t speak as he uncuffed me. I rubbed my wrists and his eyes flicked to them before looking back up at me.
“I can see you don’t like her, I’m not stupid. And I know your President doesn’t like her, but he let her talk down to him. My father would never let that happen.”
“She isn’t the one in control.”
“No?” I folded my arms over my chest. “Sure looked like it to me. No self-respecting MC member would let a woman throw him out of a room.”
“Did you see me leave?”
“So she just has control of your President then?” His jaw clenched. “Did you piss someone off? Or are you the only one she trusts because the rest of this MC are a bunch of fucking idiots.”
His scowl deepened and his fists clenched. I didn’t think he would hit me, but I didn’t want to push him too far and find out. I inadvertently took a step back. His eyes narrowed, he was stony again.
