Page 14 of Through The Woods

His personality was infectious and I found myself smiling back. “Hey, yourself.”

“Rooster, get the fuck out.”

Rooster?

I’d really hoped his name was Happy. It suited him.

Charm began hustling him toward the door when Rooster spoke again. “Wait—Charm, it’s a sign. Don’t you see? I was just wishing that we had a club whore and then we find her.”

His smile was so earnest that I almost forgave him for referring to me as a whore.

Almost.

Instead, the implication of his words sank in. I was at the mercy of a group of men—men wearing leather vests. Friggin’ hell—I’d been rescued by bikers.

Way to go, Neve. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Given that we were in the middle of the wilderness, I was going to go out on a limb by assuming that they weren’t exactly on the right side of the law either. Doc ignored the confrontation and strapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm.

Charm roughly grabbed the front of Rooster’s shirt. “We’re not that kind of club, asshole.”

Wait—so they didn’t have any women here?

Happy/Rooster took a step back, straightening his shirt in the process. “Yep, got it. Just thought it might be a nice change. See ya later, Beautiful.”

I tipped my chin up in reply as Charm turned back to me. “So, my men find you unconscious in the forest less than twenty-four hours ago and now you think you’re well enough to leave?”

I nodded just as the first trickle of blood ran from my nose. I tried to quickly brush it away, but both men’s faces changed. The scowl disappeared from Charm’s face, seemingly replaced by several different emotions all at once. It was the same look I’d gotten from my parents when they realized what I’d gotten myself into—disappointment…anger…sadness. It was all there on his face. I turned away, feeling even more uncomfortable.

“Well, that explains a lot,” Charm began. “When’s the last time you had a fix?”

I looked at Doc. “What day is it?”

He glanced down at his watch. “July fifth for the next thirty minutes.”

I sighed. I could lie and say I’d never used, but what was the point? I was in the middle of a biker’s den; if anyone had coke, it’d be them. I knew I might have to cozy up to one of them to get it, but that was a small price to pay. Doc would be my first choice, since he rescued me and all.

“I had a line last night. So, I guess it’s been about twenty-four hours.”

Charm sank down onto a chair, giving nothing away with his facial expression. “Let me guess, you want more.”

I nodded, a little too eagerly. “Yeah, if you’ve got it—”

He rubbed at the stubble on his face while Doc continued getting my vitals. “And you plan on paying for it…how?”

Damn.

I was definitely going to have to sleep with one of them. I was wrong yesterday—this was rock bottom. I looked between the two men. I would’ve preferred Doc, but I needed someone with the power to get me coke.

C’mon, Neve. Seductive.

I licked my lower lip, my tongue slipping into each crack. So, I didn’t have soft lips anymore, but I still had a nice body. “I could…” I trailed off as Charm laughed bitterly, a look of utter disgust on his face.

“You’re shitting me, right? You’re not about to offer up yourself as payment are you, little girl? That’s sure as hell not an even trade, in even the loosest sense of the words.”

Even Doc was trying to mask a smile and in that moment, I hated both men in front of me. I hated them more than I hated Clint, if that was possible.

“You’d be lucky to have me—” I started, only to be cut off again.

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