The blonde woman elbows him hard in the gut.
“Fuck, Cali. That hurt,” the big man barks, rubbing his side.
Bane smirks at the violence.
Foxy-Cali-whoever she is, slides off Tacoma’s lap and crosses her arms. “Not all women are helpless, you sexist asshole.” Her eyes slide to me, and she winces. “No offense. I’m sure you’re not as helpless when you’ve got a computer. You did steal this jackass’s money afterall.” She motions to Bane.
I narrow my eyes. If I had my hands and an internet connection, I’d show her helpless.
“Are we done?” Bane asks, sounding bored.
Foxy grins at him. “For now.”
My head is spinning.
What kind of fresh hell is this place? Nobody seems to care that my hands are tied behind my back, and there’s a freaking gag in my mouth. I’m clearly not here by choice. Who are these psychos?
“Journey,” Tacoma says, leaning back in his chair. “What’s the problem?”
Journey’s jaw clenches. “My sister was almost abducted tonight. She and her friend were leaving the movies when some guy tried to grab Stella. Her friend pepper-sprayed the guy, and he took off.”
The room goes silent.
Tacoma’s expression darkens. “Where is she now?”
“I told her to go to my apartment and wait for me there,” Journey says.
Tacoma grabs his cell phone, pushes some buttons, then puts it to his ear. “City, grab Moby and get your asses over to Journey’s apartment. His sister’s there. Keep an eye on her, and watch for any Sinners.”
My brows snap together.
Who the hell are the Sinners?
Tacoma ends the call, then starts pushing more buttons on the screen.
A second later, all the phones in the room chime with an alert.
“Church in thirty,” Tacoma announces, setting his phone down.
Bane looks down at me, and I see the conflict flash across his face. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with her?”
Tacoma glances at Foxy and lifts a dark brow.
She sighs dramatically. “Fine. But take that fucking gag out of her mouth.”
Thank God.
Bane moves behind me, grabs my messy bun, and yanks my head back.
Hard.
I gasp, but it comes out like a moan.
Oh no. No, no, no.
His lips brush against my ear. “Don’t be a fucking troublemaker for Foxy.”
He pulls the gag out, and I whip my head around, narrowing my eyes at his smug face. “Fuck. You. Asshole.”
