“She made a choice, wants to go back to Dante.”
Trent stepped forward and stood in front of Bogs. He trusted Trent and knew his scare tactics weren’t anything likeT, but still he refused to budge from blocking Kenzie. Trent sighed and leaned around his side.
“Is that true? That’s your decision?”
Bogs couldn’t see her but he felt her head move against his back.
“Okay, take her back, Bogs.” He left the room and the rest of the guys filed out after him. T glanced over his shoulder glaring at him. It seemed to register with him, it wasn’t a show for Kenzie. Bogs was protecting her. T shook his head and walked through the door leaving Kenzie and Bogs alone.
His last-ditch effort to get her to give up Taylor, would be to let her think he was actually taking her back to the club. Hopefully, she’d reconsider and they could close this case, get Taylor. It was worth a shot. He stepped forward, releasing her hands and faced her.
“Last chance.”
Kenzie peeked up through her lashes. They were moist from her eyes welling up. She shook her head.
Bogs reached out grabbing her hand. He expected her to retreat, or at the very least flinch away from him. She didn’t. She held his hand and followed him out the door, through the hallway to the parking lot. His truck was parked next to T’s. He scooted her in and walked around the hood.
When he got in, he started the engine and glanced over at Kenzie. She looked tiny in his truck with her sulking frame. He’d done his research on her. She came from a decent, normal, average family. This was most likely the first time her path had crossed with people like those at the club. Maybe even Bogs himself. This situation was far beyond the norm in Kenzie Sutton’s life. Why would she let herself get dragged into this, especially for someone who didn’t seem to care about what happened to her? It wasn’t lost on Bogs that Taylor never asked where she was, if she was safe. She apologized but when she realized Kenzie was with them, she hung up.Taylor looked out for Taylor, a thought that irritated Bogs to the point of fury.
Was Taylor even the least bit concerned with what was happening to Kenzie? Bogs knew Trent well, and knew he’d never do anything to hurt her, but did Taylor know that? Probably not.
“Would she do this for you?”
Kenzie jerked her head in his direction. She almost looked offended that he’d ask. She raised her hand to her mouth, holding his stare. She nibbled on the corner of her pinky. She seemed to do it without realizing until she dropped her hand quickly. Nervous tick of biting her nails, he noted.
“Would she?” he asked again.
She nodded. “Yes.” He could hear the doubt in her tone.
Bogs smiled. “You sure about that?”
She looked down at her feet in the dark cab of the truck. “Yeah.”
Bogs headed out of the driveway. He wouldn’t be returning her to Dante. He would hide her out at his place at least until morning and they could figure out their next move.
Chapter Six
“Where are we?” Kenzie jolted forward, frantically scanning the parking lot filled with cars at the complex.
They had been driving for about twenty minutes in silence. The quiet was good, it gave her time to think. The night had turned out to be everything she expected--a complete nightmare. So many regrets. She should have been more persistent with Taylor. The minute Taylor told her of the plan, she should have shut her down. Hell, she should have tied her down. She should have pushed harder for Taylor to contact Trent or even reached out to him, herself. Taylor would have lost her shit but it would have been better than the mess they were in now.
“My place.” He parked the truck, turning off the engine.
“What? I thought you were taking me back to the club?”
“You wanna go back?”
“No, but…” Was she now in a full-blown hostage situation? Was this a rescue turned kidnapping? Bogs was definitely a better option than going back to Dante. He may have shown some compassion but it didn’t change anything, he was a stranger. He could be a serial rapist or an ax murderer. She eyed him carefully. His lips were curved into an almost smile and his eyes appeared amused.
Leaning closer to the door and gripping the handle, she asked, “Why can’t I go home?”
He sighed. “You can, but since I’m bound to watch over you, I’d rather stay here. It’s bigger, I got an extra room, and all my work stuff is here. Be a pain in the ass to move it all.”
“Wait a minute, you’re bound to watch me? What does that mean?”
“Until Trent finds Taylor and we get the shit straightened out, it’s you and me.” He winked.
“You can’t just kidnap me.”
