Page 39 of Macon

Mistress gets up, grabs a glass of water, and motions for me to drink. Once I finish the glass, I’m about to say something when she backhands me across the face. “You will only speak to me when spoken to. Do you understand, myshka?”

Rage erupts inside me as I straighten my head, glaring at her, and reply, “I’m not your fucking little mouse.”

Slap!

I take the slap, stare at her in the eye, and smile.

Mistress nods to someone behind me, and I don’t even try to look because I know what’s going to happen. They’re going to drug me. So, I keep my death stare on her, not backing down.

Just as I thought, a man comes from behind me, grabbing my arm and injecting me.

I don’t look at him. I keep my eyes on her as long as I can.

She will not break me.

“I will break you.” She answers my non-spoken thought.

Fuck you!

Present Day

I sit in our hotel and watch Mac as he sleeps across the room. It’s been a couple of days since the Wolfeman took me under their protection. After I told my story, the men devised a plan to get us back to New York, where they thought my sister might be.

It’s been a blur with so much going on. They’ve kept me hidden from everyone except the men from that night and a few other members.

We’re supposed to be leaving tomorrow to head to New York. Mac keeps guaranteeing my safety. He even tried to take my gun from me, but I told him I had a license to carry and that no one would be taking my gun or knives from me.

They had Dexter contact Viktoriya, and he left for New York the next day in a van with a couple of Mac’s men. I called Steve and left a message asking him to contact me, but I haven’t heard from him.

We’ll be traveling separately, so if anyone is watching us, hopefully, we’ll keep them off my trail.

The door opens, and I grab my gun. It’s more out of habit, especially since I am in Chicago. When I see it’s Shy walking in, I set it back down next to me. I now know that Shy is the New York chapter’s president, and Mac is the vice president.

Shy notices me put my gun on the table and nods toward it as he moves to sit across from me. “I hope you know how to use that thing.”

“Better than I do bartending, and I’m one of the best bartenders out there,” I say with a smile.

He places a bag on the table, and we glance at Mac to see if he’s woken. He’s been burning the candle at both ends, watching over me and trying to deal with everything.

“I’m glad he’s finally getting some sleep,” Shy says in a hushed tone.

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, he hasn’t slept since I’ve been here.”

Shy cracks open a beer, taking a long swig. Once he’s done, he grabs a beer from the bag and hands it to me. I accept it and do exactly as he did, take a long swig. His eyes watch me.

When I finish, I turn to look at him. “I can tell by the look you’re giving me that you knew my sister well too.”

Shy smiles. “Well, I don’t know too much about your sister. Mac is the only one who got close to her besides the girls.”

I glance over at the sleeping giant and smile. “I can tell he cares for her. Were they in a relationship?”

My stomach aches just thinking of them together. I’m envious more than jealous because I don’t have anyone who would go through all this trouble to find me.

Well, besides my sister, who, in fact, did come for me before.

Shy laughs. “Fuck no. I don’t even know if they’ve fucked. Shit, I didn’t even know he was this into her until the night we found you.”

His words catch me off guard. Taking my eyes off Mac, I turn to face Shy fully. “What do you mean? Ray made it sound like they were a thing. That’s why she was going to leave Dexter.”

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