Anchor’s expression didn’t change.“That the part of this you’re stuck on in all of this?”
Honestly?A little, because what the hell kind of motorcycle club casually had underground tunnels?A haunted island biker gang apparently.Fantastic.
I swallowed hard and looked between the two men again.
The older guy still stood calmly beside me while Anchor looked like he’d rather be literally anywhere else.Neither one looked especially murdery right now, which somehow made this weirder.
“You saw the body,” Anchor said finally.Not a question, but a statement.
My stomach clenched again.“Yes.”
“You hit your head before Push could explain anything.”
I stared at him.
“Explain what?It seemed pretty self-explanatory.Push killed them.”The air in the room shifted.Push pushed off the wall near the door slowly, his stare locked onto me hard enough to make my pulse jump.
Anchor’s jaw tightened slightly.“We didn’t kill him.”
I shifted my gaze to Anchor and searched his face hard.People lied to me for a living, and I knew tells.Avoiding eye contact, overexplaining, and aggression.Anchor did none of those things.He just looked tired, frustrated, and deeply annoyed that I existed, which tracked with every interaction we’d had so far.
“You expect me to believe that?”I asked quietly.
“Yes.”The immediate answer threw me.No hesitation or defensive rambling.Just yes.
The older man looked between us.“Well,” he muttered dryly, “this feels like a conversation I don’t need to be a part of.I think I’ll just get out of here, Anchor.”
Anchor nodded.“Lost will meet you with your payment, Doc.”
Doc nodded, grabbed a rickety bag off the floor, and headed to the large metal door.That’s when I noticed there were other people there other than Push, Anchor, and Doc.There were two other guys, whose names I didn’t know, but I had seen them when I first came to the clubhouse.
Silence stretched tightly between us and my head pounded harder.I pressed trembling fingers carefully against my temple.“What happens now?”I asked quietly.
Anchor looked at me for a long moment.And for the first time since waking up, genuine unease crawled down my spine.Because he looked like a man making calculations, not about whether I mattered, but what the hell they were supposed to do with me now.
“You can’t leave.”
My eyes snapped to the door.
Push was still standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.The harsh overhead light caught the sharp angles of his face and the dark ink disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.He looked solid enough to stop a truck with his bare hands.
“What?”I asked.
“You heard me,” Push said calmly.
A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.It sounded slightly hysterical, which felt fair considering my current situation.“You people cannot seriously think you’re just going to keep me down here.”
“Not down here,” Anchor corrected.
“Oh, good.That makes the kidnapping way less creepy.”
A guy snorted from somewhere near the back wall.
Anchor ignored both of us.“You saw something you weren’t supposed to.”
“I saw a dead body!”
“Exactly.”
