Page 12 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
Chapter 5
Lola
My sleep was broken at best. The room was dark and everything was so quiet. I was pretty sure I heard someone in the room next to me; there seemed be me a low moaning sound coming from there not long after I was put back in the room, but that died off quickly enough. My mind then shifted to the very faint sound of the television, though the volume was muffled enough that I couldn’t tell what the men were watching.
It was then that I think I fell to sleep, but I wasn’t sure. I spent so much time in a semi-sleep state I couldn’t even guess what time it was. When the sun’s rays finally started to lighten the room I felt a massive amount of relief. It wasn’t like I was going anywhere, but at least I could see what was to be my prison for an undetermined amount of time.
I lay on my bed for some time, trying to clear my mind and prepare myself for whatever may come my way today. It was ultimately the smell of bacon drifting to my nose that brought me back to full alertness. My stomach grumbled so loud that I’m certain the men would have been able to hear it down the hall. I’d heard them both moving around a while ago – just as the sun began to rise. Neither one came to check on me. Maybe it was for the best.
Lacing my fingers behind my head, I looked around the room, seeing it for the first time. It really was completely bare, beside the bed that I was lying on. The walls were drywall painted a dark gray. The floor was varnished wooden planks. There was no trim along the walls or any type of vent; the only way to get air would be by opening the door or window. I was a little surprised there was even a window, If I was so inclined, I could break the window and use the glass as a weapon…
Closing my eyes, I was almost in the grips of sleep once more when I heard the men’s voices growing closer, accompanied by the thump, thump, thump of their footsteps. Snickering to myself I opened my eyes; guess Ash didn’t trust Phoenix to get me all by himself again.
The lock clicked as they unlocked the door and opened it up, both men with their massive frames filling the doorway. As much as I hated the assholes standing arrogantly in the doorway, I had to admit they looked pretty damned sexy. Under different circumstances I’d be making a play for one of them. A wicked little smile curved the corners of my lips – maybe even the pair of them; I’d always wondered what it would be like to be with two men at once.
Both were wearing jeans and t-shirts. Ash was wearing a deep blue shirt that matched his eyes nearly exactly and hugged his chest and torso to perfection. Phoenix, on the other hand, had a red plaid long-sleeved shirt over a black t-shirt, playing into the whole bearded-mountain-man look. Neither one was wearing the black leather vests they were sporting yesterday.
“Good morning, kidnappers.” I cocked a brow up at them, challenging them to tell me I was wrong.
“Cute. We figured you might want some breakfast.”
My stomach grumbled again before I could respond. They must have heard since, they shared a knowing look and grinned.
Phoenix reached behind his back and pulled out a gun. “Now we’re not going to have a repeat of last night. This morning you’re going to behave and walk nicely down that hallway after Ash and not cause a fuss.”
Sitting up, I stared into Phoenix’s eyes. “And if I don’t?” I really had no intention of trying to escape right now. They were currently on high alert, so it wouldn’t make it far.
“If you don’t, then this will be the last time you get to leave the room until the trade.”
“I’m only a small, innocent woman. Surely two large, muscular men like yourselves can handle little old me.” I batted my eyelashes at them while giving them a sultry look, not sure why I felt the need to goad them.
“If you don’t – I’ll shoot you in the arm. We want you alive, but there’s no reason why I can’t put a hole in you. If that doesn’t slow you, I’ll shoot you in the leg. There’s lots of body parts I can put holes in. Last chance to take us up on the offer for breakfast or starve.”
Sliding my feet of the bed, I stood. Raising my arms over my head, I stretched up on my tiptoes, feeling the delicious stretch through my cramped muscles. “I’ll eat.” Walking across the room I came to a stop before the men while attempting to look less intimidated by them than I actually was.
Tilting my head upward I stared into Ash’s eyes. “You two gonna make way for me to get by or should I try to get the food here to me via telepathy?” For a moment I thought I saw a break in his stony expression, but the break had come and gone so quickly I second guessed myself.
Ash turned and began walking down the hall. As I moved to follow him Phoenix got in my way, making me brush past him. My body stilled, he’d just taken a shower and the fresh scent of soap drifted to my nose. The scent tempted me to step into him, but I refrained. He was the enemy, not a potential boyfriend for shit’s sake. Could someone get Stockholm Syndrome this quickly?
By the time I made it to the living room, Ash was already in the kitchen. My gaze swept the exit. It was so tempting and I seriously doubted either of the men would shoot me. But Phoenix was so close to me the heat of his breath was sending shivers down my spine, while the fresh scent from his shower wrapped itself around me, urging me to get closer.
“Get moving.” The growl of his voice, along with the feeling of the cool barrel of the gun against my back urged me forward, reminding me these men didn’t like or care about me except for their purposes. I was a captive and they were my keepers. The only thing keeping me alive was the fact that they needed me alive for whatever reason.
Upon entering the kitchen, I saw that Ash had already set up three spots at the table for us. “Guess I’m the one in the middle?” I asked, not waiting for a response but sitting at the table, leaving the two end spots open for the men.
The food smelled delicious and appeared to be homemade. I looked over my shoulder at the men as they brought the bacon, scrambled eggs, and hash browns to the table setting them before me. Craning my neck I looked into the egg bowl; there appeared to be bacon and cheddar mixed in. Looked freaking amazing.
“Ash is the chef,” Phoenix stated, taking a seat to the left.
Reaching over my right shoulder, Ash placed a glass over orange juice in front of me. I got a faint whiff of the soap he’d used during his shower. Turning my head to look at him, my eyes immediately spotted the gun tucked into his waistband.
He’s not going to use it, I told myself. I just have to behave until I figure a way out of this mess.
Looking down at my utensils, I laughed. They’d given me white plastic cutlery.
“What’s so funny?”
I looked up at Ash and shrugged. “You guys scared I might take you out with a steel fork?”
