I looked through the windows at the closed gates, and my heart thrashed.
Please let him come back safely.
Someone knocked. “I’m coming in.”
Must be another one of Dasher’s minions. I darted to the door and stood next to it, my back to the wall. The second it opened, a huge man came in and set a tray on the floor. “Got your food. Will change the…”
He chopped off his words as he straightened up. I tiptoed behind him and through the door backwards, no longer in heels but sneakers. Swiftly, I grabbed the knob while he spun with googly eyes on me.Like you can lock me in, sucker.
I grinned from ear to ear, snapping the door shut, but the guy just dropped the sheets in his grip on to the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, not taken aback by my escape attempt or anything.
My back hit something hard and warm before I shut the door. I jumped as I turned, and another guy, even bigger than the one inside the room, was there, blocking my exit.
I looked from his frozen face to the other guy’s and nodded. “Uh…okay. So you came prepared. Good job.”
“Please get back in, Miss,” guy in the room said.
Chin up, I walked back in as if nothing had happened. “Only because I choose to do so. What did you get me to eat?”
Like I was air in the room, he just lifted the tray and placed it on the nightstand. Then he stripped the bed, Dasher’s clothes falling off.
I eyed the plates. A burger and some fries that smelled like dog food. A bottle of water and a soda stood beside them. “Umm…burgers. Love them. Homemade?”
Again with the radio silence.
I sighed and glanced back at the other giant, who was hiding the door with his frame. His cut had nothing on it, so did the one on the man cleaning up. “You have no patches because you’re… What do they call you here…uh…prospects, right? So do you have names or are you not allowed?”
The human wall gave me no answer as the other guy finished his task and gathered Dasher’s clothes on the floor into one pile in a corner. As much as I enjoyed the view of his cute butt while he performed his twisted version of cleaning up, I was more excited to see it leave.
“Nice to meet you. Such a lovely group.”
They shut the door. The sound of the lock pelted my ear.Douchecannolis.
I sat on the bed, appreciating the softness of the fresh sheets. My gaze fell on the tray. I was hungry but not too hungry to eat that ratburger. Besides, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d slipped something in it to make me sleep until Malcolm got back.
When I looked back up, a bald head popped in from the windows.
“What the hell?!” I shrieked. “Who are you?”
“Dasher assigned me to guard your windows.”
I gaped at him, too angry to speak. A gothic skull with red eyes and blood drops on the side tattooed on the back of his head stared at me instead of him.
I closed the shutters, the sound booming, and then the windows with equal force. This was outrageous. This was my house. These jerks didn’t belong here. Bikers didn’t live in cute houses with shutters on the windows. They dwelled in dirty buildings without paying electricity, freeloading off everyone around them. They were gross and had no morals, and if my stupid brother was one of them, then he didn’t belong here either.
Pacing like a caged animal, I evaluated the situation and weighed my options. The way I saw it, I had three viable ones.
One: snoop around, gather clues, find out what the hell was wrong with my brother for a proper confrontation.
Two: find a way to sneak out of the room, search the place forintelon the Blood Demons MC for possible blackmail.
Three: mind my own business and plan for tomorrow’s battles with Twatwaffle Russell.
Nope. Not gonna happen.
I had a more efficient option.
Four: implement option one and two, and then break out of the house to piss Dasher off.
