Chapter 6
They'd only stoppedonce, two hours after riding, and that was when they arrived at the Royalla clubhouse.The man who'd bought her ordered her to use the bathroom.Lydia hadn't tried to run.She'd taken one look at the six-foot fence circling the entire compound and knew there wasn't a chance in hell she'd make it two steps before someone grabbed her.
After she was finished, he forced her onto the back of his motorcycle and tied her hands together, making sure she couldn't get away from him again.
When he finally rode out of the compound and onto the open road, she didn't know whether to feel relief to be away from all the members of his MC or terrified to be alone with him.She didn't know where he was taking her, only that she didn't have a choice but to go.
As much as she hated Sonny, and besides the slaps and rough way he dealt with her, he hadn't sexually forced himself on her, and he protected her from the other men in Cusclan.
She knew nothing about the man who'd bought her, except that the patch on his vest said his road name was Baddy.That wasn't a good feeling.He'd earned that name for a reason.
The ride wasn't long.Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.Her legs were already sore from two long rides in one day.
He turned into a driveway.A driveway to a house.
She blinked at it, trying to memorize all the details.It was an actual house with a porch, a yard, and windows that weren't covered in cardboard or duct tape.It wasn't fancy, but the yard was mowed.There wasn't even a garbage can or a pile of scrap metal in sight.
None of her mom's biker boyfriends had ever lived in anything like this.They preferred dingy apartments with peeling paint and neighbors who screamed at each other through the walls.
Baddy parked and cut the tie straps from her wrists with a pocketknife, the plastic snapping free.
"You can grab a shower."He swung his leg off the motorcycle the moment she slid off the seat."I'm sure you want to knock the road dust off.I'll fix us something to eat."
She stared at him.Shower?Dinner?Like this was normal?
No one bought another person.Not in her life.
Her first instinct was to tell him to go straight to hell.But she needed time alone.Time to think.Time to breathe.She needed to plan how to get out of the situation she found herself in.
She looked behind her.There were no neighbors in sight.She'd have to run down the street to the corner where there were other houses.
He grabbed her wrist and led her to the front door.Unlocking the house, he pulled her inside and pointed down the hall."Bathroom's the second door on the left."
She didn't wait for him to say anything else.She hurried inside, nearly tripping over her own feet, and slammed the bathroom door shut.The lock clicked under her shaking fingers.
She pressed her back to the door.Her breath burned her chest as if she'd run a mile.
There was no way she was getting undressed.Not here.Not in some stranger's house.And she didn't even have clothes to change into.
Her throat spasmed.God, what was he going to do to her?
Never had she been so completely alone.
Her things were still at Sonny's.Her clothes.Her photo album.Her money—every dollar she'd scraped together over two years, hidden between the mattress and box spring.
The thought of losing it all cracked something inside her.Tears spilled before she could stop them, hot and silent, dripping down her face.This wasn't how she wanted to escape Cusclan.
She covered her mouth with the sleeve of her leather jacket, trying to muffle the sound of her breathing.
A knock startled her so hard she jumped.
