“You’ve not asked me anything,” I protested.
“Tell me about everyone in this MC,” he asked. “I want to know every name, every detail, and I want to know about this clubhouse. Where it is, any weaknesses.”
Confusion rolled over me. “What?”
“Do not make me say it again,” he glowered. “I don’t much like repeating myself.”
“Why do you care about an Irish MC?” I asked him, confused how he could possibly know the club when he was in Italy. “What is this about?”
He took a deep breath, his hands going to his hips as he looked down at me. He was intimidating, not in the same way as the guys at the club, but in a more sadistic way. He reminded me of Neal when he would intimidate me or Sheridan. That fucker didn’t scare me anymore, I’d stopped being scared of him years ago. But this guy…I knew this guy could do some damaging shit to me, and the boys would never know what happened.
Did they even know we weren’t safe?
“How are you connected to them?” he asked me, dragging a steel chair over from the corner of the room and sitting down.
“I’m a friend.”
“I know your friend Sheridan is the president’s woman,” he said. “She’ll be the main reason we get them to crumble, but you…I need to know who’s woman you are.”
My lip trembled. “I’m not anyone’s.”
He didn’t believe me. I could see it by the look in his eye. “Do not lie.”
“I’m not,” I said, my voice shaking. “I am a friend of the club. I party there, and that’s it.”
“So you really will die for no reason.”
My body shook uncontrollably. “Where is Sheridan?”
“She’s being taken care of,” he said dismissively. “But if there is no one to return you to, I don’t see the need for you, unless you give me something in return for your life.”
“I don’t know anything,” I said.
“Yes, you do,” he said, getting up from the chair and walking over to me. He grabbed at my crop top and yanked it up, looking down at my ribcage. I knew what he saw.
“Now, shall we try again?”
I remembered the pain of getting the club logo tattooed over my ribcage, but I couldn’t bear for it to be anywhere else. It was hidden enough so that people didn’t know, but I didn’t really care who knew I was associated with them.
I’d gotten it for Bear.
I hadn’t told him…but by the time it had healed, he had been gone with Hawk and Ace.
And out of my life.
“Tell me what I want to know,” he said, letting go of my top. It fell back against my body, tight as I always liked my clothing to be.
I shook my head.
His hands were on my jaw, yanking me from the bed. I could barely touch the floor as he lifted me up, pain radiating through my mouth as he squeezed tightly.
“I want to know what you know,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I’ll never betray the club,” I said defiantly. He let my face go, and my feet fell to the ground. Anger shot through me at being manhandled by this prick. I hocked back and spat in his face. My saliva rolled down his cheek, a sickly smile twisting over his face as he wiped it off. I didn’t see the movement until it was too late, as the back of his hand slapped me across the cheek. My head twistedto the side, my body falling to the bed from the impact. A sharp stinging pain spread across my face. His hands were on my back, shoving me down on the bed again. I turned to face him, wondering what the hell he was playing at.
What was he going to do?
“Loyalty like that doesn’t come just from being a party girl,” he said, pulling his gun from his waistband and cocking it, aiming it at my face. I looked down the barrel of the gun, my lip trembling at what I knew would come next. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of breaking down or looking away. If he was going to shoot me, he was going to have to look at me as he did it.
