Page 42 of Taken By Her Two Savage Bikers
Chapter 16
Lola
My dreams were surreal, waking me up like clockwork every half hour. At 7am I’d had enough. Slowly, I detangled myself from Phoenix’s arms, pausing my movements each time I felt him stir. Ash was sleeping with us but was on his own little foot of bed at the edge.
Slow and carefully, I crawled to the end of the bed and slipped off. My breath hitched in my throat when a board creaked under my feet. Shit! My body froze. After a minute I took another step and went to Ash’s dresser, grabbing a t-shirt and boxers. Pulling on the clothing I tiptoed across the room and grasped the door handle. Slowly I turned the knob and pulled the door open. Sneaking out, I breathed a sigh of relief that I was in the hallway.
In the middle of the hallway, I found myself torn.
I knew where the boys hid the keys to the truck they brought me here in, and to my car. I could just leave... They’d never know until they woke up. But I had no money, no ID and if I went back to my apartment then I’d have no key to get in. They’d track me down and find me – they found Gabriella and she didn’t want to be found. I could only trust that they’d let me go when this was all over. We’d only known each other a week but I really felt a deep connection with the two men in the bedroom behind me.
There was another draw to staying… The woman down the hallway in the room that was once mine.
Going to the room, I placed my hand on the door handle and turned. Locked. I gave myself a mental kick for thinking they’d leave it unlocked. I could hear movement inside. They’d handcuffed one of her wrists to the radiator that was next to the bed and cuffed her ankles together. They were not taking any chances on her getting out.
“Hello?” A voice called from the other side of the door.
My heart rate began to accelerate, I was unsure of what to do.
“I know you’re out there. Lola, right?”
Shit…
“I’m hungry and I have to pee.”
“The guys put a bucket by the bed. Use that,” I called through the door, snatching my hand back from the door handle.
My stomach was starting to grumble as I tried to debate in my head what to do. There was a long silence. I was about to turn away from the door and head to the kitchen to find something to eat when she spoke again.
“I know you can get me something to eat. I’m locked to a fuckin’ radiator, it’s not like I can do anything. Can you bring me a sandwich and water please? My water bottle is empty.”
That was fair, right? “Yeah. I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah,” I grumbled, turning from the door and making my way to the kitchen. I’d probably catch shit from the guys when they found out that I was going to bring her food, but I wasn’t a monster. I had a twin sister sitting in that room locked to a radiator, and I felt an obligation to at least get her nourishment.
Once in the kitchen, I grabbed the ingredients for pancakes and began to whip up a batch. I even lucked out and scored some blueberries that were in the fridge, about to go bad. By the time I was finished the entire kitchen smelled amazing.
Removing the last pancake from the skillet, I smiled down at the stack of pancakes, all cooked to perfection except for the first throwaway pancake. I wasn’t the best cook in the world, but breakfast was my specialty. Taking the stack of a dozen pancakes to the table, I set them down and then grabbed some syrup. Not the fake maple syrup, but the really good Canadian pure maple syrup. I’d used it during breakfast the other day and it was delicious.
I was about to sit down with my plate of golden goodness when I thought of Gabriella. I felt a bout of guilt that she was hungry and thirsty and trapped in a room handcuffed to a radiator. Grabbing a small plate from the overhead cupboard, I threw three pancakes onto the plate, smothered them in syrup, and then placed the plate on the stove top to keep it warm so I could eat before taking Gabriella hers.
I had gotten through four pancakes when the guilt really started to set in; I was enjoying breakfast while she waited. Placing my fork on the plate I headed back to Ash’s room. The keys to her room should be in his jeans pocket. I just had to be quiet, so I didn’t wake either one of them. If they were woken I doubted they’d let me take her anything, stating it was too dangerous or something of the sort.
As quietly as possible I opened the door to Ash’s room just a crack and slipped inside. I paused a moment to see the two sleeping men, each on either side of the bed, snoring, but they seemed to be sleeping soundly enough. Considering Phoenix’s issues with sleep it was good to see. Using the thin ray of light coming in from between the gap in the curtains to guide me, I located Ash’s jeans and slipped my hand into the pocket. Sure enough, the keys jingled when my hand closed around them and pulled them out.
The snoring stopped and what sounded like a waking groan replaced the snore. I froze, looking toward the bed, and waited silently, praying whoever it was that stirred would go back to sleep. I knew I should wait to give Gabriella her breakfast until the guys woke up, but something was drawing me to her like a moth to a flame. I just had to see her again – maybe have a talk. The draw was too strong not to. If I were to be honest with myself, giving her food and drink was merely an excuse to talk to her.
The snoring resumed and I let out a sigh of relief. Smiling, I crept from the room and disappeared through the doorway, unnoticed. Going back to the kitchen I grabbed the plate that was still nice and warm, a plastic fork like the one the guys gave me, and headed back down the hallway.
In front of Gabriella’s door, I almost changed my mind and turned around.
Don’t be a chicken. Just go in, a voice in the back of my mind urged. But just as loud was a second voice, reminding me that Ash and Phoenix would be angry if I went in there; they’d been very clear they didn’t want me opening that door. It was as if they knew my curiosity and need for answers would get the better of me.
“Are you going to let my food go cold, trying to decide if you’re coming in here to give it to me or not?” Gabriella called from the other side of the door, as if sensing the inner turmoil I was feeling.
What would the guys do to me anyhow? Spank me again? My insides quivered at the thought of Ash putting me over his knee. It certainly wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I flicked the light on from the switch on my side of the door. A devilish little grin spread across my lips as I inserted the key into the lock and turned the handle.
