Page 103 of Sling’s Awakening

I don’t know how much time has passed since the detective left the room, but at least a couple of hours have to have gone by. My breath tastes like stale vomit, making me nauseous.

God, if I throw up again, I’m really going to die.

The woman who was working when I bailed Sling out of jail popped into the room to drop off a bottle of water, leaving as quickly as she came. She didn’t say a word to me. Didn’t even let her face register that she recognized me.

The reality of the situation sinks in as I slump down in my seat with my wrists handcuffed together in my lap.

I stare, unblinking, at a scratch on the table until my vision blurs and my eyes hurt. I feel like the walls are closing in and I’m going to die in here.

I can’t believe he set me up and I didn’t see it coming. I mean, all the signs were right there, basically smacking me in the face. I’m just the idiot that refused to see it for what it was.

The door bursts open, bouncing off the wall and making me jump.

I blink away the dry pain in my eyes as I focus on who came in. My eyes widen as I see the man who gave me Sling’s legal name in return for showing him my tits.

Holy shit.

His face is fucked up. The skin around his eyes is an ugly deep purple and blue and a little swollen. His lip is busted up, and his jaw has bruising to match his eyes.

And he looks pissed.

“Not so tough without your guard dog now, are you?” He sneers as he slams the door shut.

I look between the door and him. The knowledge that it’s just him and me in this room. My eyes slide to the mirrors.

How can they just let him in here when he’s clearly not in the right frame of mind? He looks like he just got his ass beaten.

“They’re fake.” He nods to the mirrors with a look in his eyes that makes my stomach drop. “Used to intimidate.”

Shit.

So no one knows he’s in here?

I stop breathing as he pulls out the seat the detective had been warming before him. He leans back in the chair, crosses his arms, and looks at me with his upper lip slightly curled.

I don’t know what I did to this man to make him hate me.

Doesn’t every guy like to see a pair of tits?

“So what did you tell him?” He raises his shoulder as he moves his head while he talks, his tone accusing and full of attitude.

“What did I tell who?” I ask slowly, even though I’m already sure I know the answer to this.

He leans forward abruptly, slamming his fists on the table, making me jump in my seat. “Don’t play fucking stupid with me, bitch.” He seethes. “You sent the Saint’s Outlaws MC after me. Their fucking president, the one you bailed out of jail, broke into my fuckin’ house.” He jabs a finger at himself. “Now it’s your turn to fucking pay. The charges we have against you are going to lock you away for a long time.”

My stomach is in my throat as I listen to him rant. I’m helpless and at the mercy of the law.

“You think a man like that is going to wait for you to get out?” he continues. “That could be over a decade. He will have a new bitch moved in long before you get out.”

I can’t stop the snort that comes out of my mouth. My cuffs clank together as I bring my fist to my lips, trying to cover it up.

“Is that funny to you?”

He’s already mad and I’m already in cuffs, so how much worse can this get?

“I mean, based on the way he’s been spanking my ass, I have a feeling he would be visiting me inside.”

“Not if I get my hands—” He’s cut off by the door bursting open again.