Page 16 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

Anger.It surges through me too quickly for me to get it under control. What little distance remains between me and Zayna, Iclose and my fingers wrap around her neck.Small.Her throat is so small, so easy for me to take in my hands. I stop once I have a firm grip on her neck and my cock jerks awake once I have her in my hands.

Everything moving through me is so fucking quick.

“Eden is mine,”my voice emerges as a deeply angry shudder. “Don’t you ever question that in front of me or anyone else.”

Those eyes. Those goddamn eyes. I feel like this woman’s black eyes are too deep. Too black. But I can’t look away. Even if she pisses me off. Even if the anger flowing through my hands to her neck feels wrong. Like it’s not for her, but someone else… I can’t stop myself. My dick is too hard. The blood pulsing through me is far too hot with confusing feelings.

I could tighten my hand around her neck. I could end this fucked up struggle inside me. Who would come looking for her? Nobody. If she had somebody, she wouldn’t be here. But my hands loosen up. Zayna’s eyes never leave mine. Not for a second. I don’t know if that’s why I let go. But I do.

It’sthe first time I ever stifled an urge like this. My face scrunches up. The anger that was pulsing right through me fades away. The suffocating heat burrowing its way beneath my skin disappears. She doesn’t stop looking. My hand drops away. Zayna’s face twists into a smile.

A real one.

There’ssomething wrong with this woman.

“Okay,”she says. “Eden is yours. I won’t question that.”

And she’s still smiling.Why the hell is this woman smiling when I could have choked the life out of her?

Chapter Seven

Zayna

He might be the one. I don’t know what Ruger wants, but I don’t think he’s as crazy as he seemed at first. I looked into those man’s demon-blue eyes and saw something. His eyes are such an icy blue, I half expected to see the Titanic wreck after staring so long. He jumped to get those fingers around my neck. I’m surprised he didn’t try earlier, considering his obvious problem with violence.

I can use him.

It might take a while,but I know I’ll get what I want if I’m patient. This man has a blood lust he can barely hide. I don’t think he feels a single lick of remorse for killing these people. If we’re sharing a bed… I guess I’ll find out how he sleeps tonight. I know my ass won’t be sleeping, forced into bed with a man the size of a fucking bear whomurdered people?

Yeah. I’ll have both my eyes ready to snap open and fight for my life. Or escape. Depending on which makes the most sense. Ruger takes me on a tour through his cabin. He moves quietly, which I notice right away. It’s weird not to hear the footsteps of aman so big on the floors of a log cabin. He introduces each room in the house with a single word unless I ask him any questions. Zeus follows us around for the entire tour.

But he’s weird. He calls the living room the “parlor”, like an old Southern gentleman or something. His eyes scan the room, making contact with all his mounted heads. He turns on a small, warm orange light, allowing me to see the bear, the enormous bison head over a well-used fireplace, and a weird looking deer thing.Creepy.

Once he points out the parlor, Ruger skips past the kitchen and I follow him down the hallway. I know Eden’s bedroom, which is the far left-hand door at the end of the hallway. Ruger pushes open the middle door – which is on the right. His dog doesn’t follow us down there – curling up on his doggy bed. I try to focus on Ruger’s tour.

“Bathroom.”

Yeah, I already used it. So it’s the room I’m most familiar with in the house. It’s a beautiful bathroom with a Monstera plant and a pothos plant taking over the entire room. He must be the one taking care of that plant, which honestly surprises me because he doesn’t seem like the type to care for anything. Except… I can’t deny the way he was looking at Eden. The way he was holding her.

If I hadn’t seen that, I wouldn’t believe he had any humanity in him at all. If it wasn’t for that and the plants. Not choking me to death obviously benefits Ruger. He made it clear he needs help with the newborn, who honestly might not stay asleep much longer.

Once he shuts the bathroom door, Ruger shows me a small “office” which has a bunch of guns leaned up against the walls, a rancid smelling can of dip spit, a card table with three chairs around it and two mystery powders cut up into lines. Naturally, his affinity for taxidermy spreads to this room too. There’s aghoulish Jackalope – don’t ask me how I know what that is – and then more deer, a stuffed raccoon holding a pink glass weed bowl, and a wooden duck decoy with the name Ruger violently etched into it.

It’s giving meth binge.

Ruger describesthis room with one word.

“Office.”

Office?For who? Satan’s henchman? I’m happy when that sicko shuts the door. The more he shows me around this depraved murder cabin, the more I wonder if I’m going to make it here and how the hell I’m going to channel Ruger’s violent urges away from me.I don’t think escaping this man is an option, but survival always is.

The worst thing about violent men is how unpredictable they can be. Actually, maybe the worst thing about violent men exists only in the ones who hide it. It's trickery I don’t like.

If you’re going to be a violent man, you should at least be honest about it. Hm.

Won’t beany trickery with this man. I’ve touched the blood on his hands. I know he’s fucked up in the head. It’s a dangerous game. But no more dangerous than any of the shit I did in Vegas. At that point, I was so fucked up from what happened in Massachusetts, that I barely even cared. I walked right into another trap. Right into the arms of another violent man.

This time, at least I can say I wasgivento Ruger. It’s not my choice to be here. He would obviously snap my neck if I tried to up and leave. My only chance might be earning my way out but… not if I don’t play nice. Ruger hesitates at the bedroom door.

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