Opening my eyes, I felt an ache in my arms, and a headache making it hard to see anything without a sharp, shooting pain reverberating around my skull. The smell around me was different, and not something I immediately recognised.
“Wakey, wakey bitch,” I heard a gruff voice say from behind me. “Don’t pretend with me. I can see your body tensing.”
Fuck.
Two hands came to rest on my shoulders, my eyes shooting open, despite the pain. I didn’t dare move, waiting for him to make his play. My heart hammered in my chest, unsure of what the hell happened. One minute I was kissing and promising to come home with Reaper, and the next I was being held at gunpoint, blood streaming down the side of my face.
Then the look of terror in Reaper’s eyes as he watched the fucker drag me out of the Pit. Why didn’t I fight?
“You’ve caused us a fair bit of trouble, little girl,” he said, his voice holding a hint of recognition in my brain, but I couldn’tthink of where I’d heard it before. “What are you going to do about making it up to us?”
Us?
My eyes scanned the room, and in the corner, on a chair sat another man, his eyes devoid of emotion, but I recognised him immediately. I tensed again, realising just who had taken me.
“Why don’t you loosen the ropes and I’ll show you exactly how I can make it up to you for almost killing me the first time.”
The guy in the corner snorted before he chuckled. “Big girl talk for someone who was so easy to subdue.”
He stood, and stalked his way over to where I was. His buddy was pressing his fingers into my shoulders, causing me pain but I refused to show it. It’s what they wanted, and I was damn sure I wasn’t going to be doing anything they wanted.
“Rog, whaddya reckon?” the fucker from behind me said to his buddy.
I snorted out a laugh. “Rog? As in Roger? Your parents must have hated you.”
The slap to the side of my face was instant, a burning sensation erupting over my skin as my head snapped to the side from the impact.
It fucking hurt.
Slowly, I turned back, a smile on my face. “Oooh, someone has a temper. The first sign of weakness…don’t worry, I’ll find the thing that topples you over the edge in no time.”
He squatted in front of me, looking up into my eyes. “You will be a perfect little toy, since we have no one telling us to stop this time. When we’re done with you, they’ll find you in pieces on the side of the road. Your precious club can’t save you this time, princess.”
“We’ll see about that,” I spat back. “You don’t have Trojan on your side. I do.”
I knew that fucker could find anything. Even Trey told me as much. Reaper would have called him the second they took me, and depending how long I’d been out, he probably already knew about this place.
I hoped anyway.
“Trojan?” the guy asked, his hands disappearing off my shoulders and he moved to stand in front of me. Roger stood to give him the space. This was the fucker who had whaled on me the most. I would recognise him anywhere. “Sawyer Graham?”
I shrugged my shoulders, acting non-chalant, even though I was freaking the fuck out. How would I know Trojan’s real name?
Non-Roger faced Roger, in a panic. “This place isn’t in any of our names, right?”
“Relax, Bry. She’s just talkin’ shit.”
“What if she isn’t? You know Trojan’s rep. He can find fucking anything.”
“If he could do that then why are the Ironborne so powerful still?” Roger spat. “She’s fucking with you.”
“Awww no, boys, trouble in paradise already?” I chuckled, my wrists burning in the ropes they’d tied me with as I tried to wrangle myself free.
“Shut the bitch up,” Roger growled at Bry. “I’ll make a call.”
“Maybe…I don’t know…maybe we should call Raf and tell him what we did.”
“Shut up about that fucking asshole. He’s not going to help us. He’ll kill us before we step foot outside. He hates messes, and this is a fucking mess.”
