Page 48 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“Tell me their names.”

She inhales slowly. “You could go to prison.”

“I won’t.”

She pushes at the boundaries of my loyalty to her. “They come from rich families.”

I nod slowly, because I know proving myself to her won’t come easily.

“Okay.”

“You don’t want to know why?” she asks again, even if I told her that I didn’t care. I already know what happened to her, but there is no need at all for that to come between us. Zayna the sweet teacher. I don’t need her to bring all that up.

“I trust you.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “You are damn crazy.”

“Yes. Now give me a name and I’ll do it.”

I run my thumb over her lips while she hesitates, hoping I can probe the response out of her physically, if she won’t spill the words with ease.

“I don’t think you will.”

“You can watch.”

“Ruger.”

My turn to smile. “You know I can get away with murder. Come on…”

“Men will do anything for sex.”

She wants to piss me off. I can tell.

“This is about far more than sex Zayna, and you know it. You give me a name, I give you a deal.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Zayna

Ruger grips my cheeks. He’s still gentle, but he won’t let this go. Hewantsto kill them and it scares me that he doesn’t even know why. He just wants to kill. Because I don’t believe for a goddamn second that he trusts me.

“Tell me, Zayna.”

“Brooks Astor.”

He nods. “Very nice. We’re getting somewhere.”

I don’t know what happened to them after the trial. What the hell did I need to know after that? They got away with it because they were all under eighteen when it happened and their families were incredibly wealthy. Currently, Brooks Astor goes to McGraw College. He took time off classes to attend the trial and there was absolutely no impact on his academic career.

Grant left Boston. I don’t know where he went. Reid Moreland went to McGraw’s rival – Laguna Grove College. That’s just another private liberal arts college forty minutes outside of Boston. Reidis the school’s star tight end. We had to move court dates for his games.

Nobody cares what they did to me.Nobody.

“Is that it?” Ruger asks, giving me a gentle peck on the lips.Encouragement.

“No.”

Ruger moves between my legs. I don’t think he’s trying to hide his dick, but he isn’t trying to be obvious about it. Doesn’t matter. I can feel how hard he is as that big ass dick presses against my inner thighs. This man is beyond pent up. But I don’t think it would take only that for him to kill.

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