Page 83 of Road To Ruin


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As my gaze drifted over the sea of tattooed and pierced bikers swelling around us, I couldn’t help but laugh.

No, none of this is normal. Normal people aren’t this fucking sexy.

Leo raised an eyebrow as she leaned in, grumbling in my ear so I could hear her over the droning synth. “What’s so funny, Princess?”

“You.” I purred back.

It wasn’t totally a lie. Of all of the sexy people in this crowd, it would be a lie to say that anyone here brought the same butterflies to my stomach as Leo or Spencer.

Or Dom.

I grimaced as that unsavory realization washed over me, flipping my hair to block Leo from noticing. Just the thought of Dom was enough to tighten my chest, and I didn’t like to think about why.

Clearly I’d had too much to drink if I was consideringDoma viable option for my misguided attraction.

Before Leo could pick up on my shift in mood, a new friend wandered over carrying a round of shots from the bar.

“Bella!” Chels smirked, grabbing a shot off of her. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Getting these.” She teased, before handing over some shots to Leo and Spence. She eyed me with a wide grin. “Want?”

“I’m alright, thanks.” I smiled back. As the others caught up with her, I lowered my voice and turned to Tanner. “Is there a bathroom around here?”

“Down the end of the main hall to the right.” She nodded toward a far corner of the tunnel I could just barely make out through the crowd.

“Thanks.” I smiled, taking advantage of my angels’ rare moment of distraction to slip off into the crowd.

A quick break from the dance floor should sort me out. Plus, the more I could learn about this place, the more insight I’d have on who I was really living with.

As I ducked through the crowd, I was surprised at how easily the partiers filled out the cavernous space. Either Valemont Violence waswaybigger than I’d assumed, or they had a lot of friends outside the club. I scanned the crowd for matching tattoos to Spencer and Leo, and I certainly found a few, but mixed in with them were other variations of the tattoo as well.

Maybe it’s just a personal preference?

After all, Spencer’s tattoo wasn’t a perfect match to Leo’s: the wings on hers wrapped protectively around a set of scales that were absent from Leo’s. As I pictured it, I couldn’t help but imagine what kind Dom might have and where she might be hiding it.

Stop that. No more Dom.

I shook my head, trying to focus my thoughts. It was hard to imagine them being this open with anyone outside of the motorcycle club. All it would take was one cop, and a couple dozen bikers would be leaving this place in cuffs.

Then again, they’d trusted me enough to come here. I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of that trust, but warmth buzzed in my chest at the thought of it.

By the time I broke from my thoughts, I was totally lost in the crowd.

I really should have asked for better instructions.

It felt like I’d passed the same tunnels a dozen times already, like the main hall had no end. I tiptoed to get a peek over the crowd, but it was useless. I couldn’t even see Spence and Leo from here.

Ducking my shoulder, I picked through the end of the crowd until I emerged outside of a new tunnel, much darker than the others

What the fuck are they hiding down here?

I pulled the leather jacket tighter around my shoulders as I headed down the dark hall. Compared to the thrashing chaos of the main hall, this place was eerily abandoned. Decent privacy, I supposed, for anyone looking to get away from prying eyes.

But it wasn’t their sexcapades that I was interested in. After seeing so much cash pass hands tonight, I wanted to know what the fuck they were doing with it.This wouldn’t be a bad place for a drop spot.

I ventured further down the tunnel, looking for any indication of what this place used to be, or even what it was now. There was a small doorway off to the right with a flickering yellow light just beyond it.Certainly that leads somewhere good…

I picked up my pace, eyes trained on the door. But before I could round the corner to the next offshoot, a pair of hands shot out of the shadows, covering my mouth as they dragged me farther into the darkness.