Page 33 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

Feeling the need to say something back, I put the phone down. I needed to figure out what to do next. Vince might be the father of my child, but I couldn't let him back into my life. I had to be strong.

Chapter 21

I woke up in a strange bed, the sheets cool and unfamiliar against my skin. Panic set in when I realized I couldn’t move my hands—they were secured to the bedposts.

“What the fuck?” I muttered, yanking at the restraints. I turned my head and saw Vince standing over me, looking way too calm for my liking.

"I have a confession," he said, his voice infuriatingly calm.

I saw red. “You son of a bitch! Let me go, you psycho!” I screamed, thrashing against the restraints. “How dare you kidnap me?”

Vince untied my hands, his movements slow and deliberate. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Sybil. I just need you to listen.”

I rubbed my wrists, the skin red and raw. “Listen? To what? More of your lies? Fuck you, Vince.”

He stepped back, giving me space, and didn’t try to stop me as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I was ready to bolt out of there. But just as I reached the door, something stopped me. I turned around, glaring at him.

“Say whatever you need to say,” I snapped, my voice dripping with venom.

Vince sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for everything, Sybil. I didn’t mean for it to come to this. But I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.”

“Bullshit,” I spat. “You don’t know what love is. You just want to control me.”

He shook his head, looking desperate. “It’s not like that. I didn’t know what to do when I realized I was actually falling for you, and it terrified me. This wasn’t part of the plan.”

I turned back to the door, but when I found it locked, I froze. I wasn’t in Florida anymore. I was back at that damn estate in New York.

“What did you do? Drug me?” I hissed, my anger reaching a boiling point.

Vince’s demeanor shifted, a cold determination settling in his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, Sybil. This is where you belong. With me. With our baby.”

I rushed to the window, thinking I could climb out, but there were bars on it. “You’ve lost your fucking mind,” I said, backing away from the window.

Vince stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. “You’re going to stay here. You will become my bride, and we will raise our child together. You have no choice.”

I looked around the room, feeling trapped and helpless. I was in deep shit, and I had no idea how to get out of it. I felt for my knife, and he noticed.

He flipped my blade through his fingers. “Looking for this?” Vince was standing between me and any chance of escape, and his eyes held a darkness that made my blood run cold.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, backing up against the wall.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m just a man who knows what he wants. And I want you, Sybil. You’re mine. And you’re not going anywhere.”

I clenched my fists, ready to fight, but it felt useless. Vince had all the power here. I was trapped, and there was no way out.

I stood there, heart pounding, and he flashed my knife. It gave me chills. That knife was my safety net, my last line of defense. Now it was in his hands.

“What the fuck are you doing, Vince?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he ran his fingers along the blade, his crazy stare locked with mine. “You love danger, don’t you, Sybil?” He declared, stepping too close.

I backed up until I hit the wall. “Put the knife down, Vince. This isn’t a game.”

His lips curved into a dark smile. “No, it’s not a game. But you like the thrill, don’t you?” He held the knife to my neck, the cold steel pressing against my skin. “I’ve seen it in your eyes.”

My breath hitched, torn between fear and a twisted sense of excitement. “Vince, don’t do this,” I croaked.

He pressed closer, his body trapping mine against the wall. “You drive me crazy, Sybil. I can’t get you out of my head.” He breathed in my ear. “Tell me you don’t feel it too.”

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