Page 38 of Royally Lucky

Bright blue eyes met hers. “I’m sorry. Where did we meet?”

He lifted his shirt, showing off a set of abs covered in—holy shit. “Those are lovely tattoos.”

Again, his lips quirked up in a smile. “Thanks. But that’s not what I’m showing you. See the precision of this scar?”

Sutton moved from her sitting position in the corner of the room, hating giving up the spot against the wall. Why she felt safer with the hard surface to her back, she didn’t know and wasn’t going to question herself.

“What happened?” She pulled her fingers back before making contact with his skin. Although she was in the medical field, touching this man, or any man, without the guise of professional need felt wrong. God, Kendrick broke her. The thought nearly made her laugh.

“You did this. Well, you saved me, I should say.” He pulled his shirt back down and stepped back against the wall, nudging his chin toward the bed she’d been on.

Sutton moved to take her spot back. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember.” She rubbed her temples. Her head ached from stress and lack of sleep.

“That’s not surprising. Five years ago, with a gunshot wound, I found myself dumped at the hospital. Nobody thought I’d make it. My supposed family dumped me near the entrance, bleeding out, and left me for dead. I looked up and saw an angel with blonde hair and brown eyes telling me not to die on her, or she’d electrocute my ass until I came back like a zombie. I tried to tell her I wasn’t gonna make it, but this chick told me she’d make sure my dick was broke forever if I didn’t fight.”

Sutton covered her mouth, laughing at the memory as she recalled finding the kid like he described. It had been her lastnight at the hospital in Los Angeles before she’d moved to Santa Clarita. He had been the catalyst to her moving, seeing the poor kid ready to give up and having nobody willing to claim him as their own.

“How did you come to be part of the Royal MC?” Fuck, and here he was, giving her up to Kendrick’s enemies. She’d saved him, and he was sending her off to a fate worse than death.

“Well, my initiation failed that night. However, I didn’t die, and my dick certainly ain’t broke. I realized I never got to thank the woman who saved me, and by chance of fate, I saved someone who meant a lot to one of the brothers. The rest, they say, is history.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

He tapped his chin, looked up at the cameras, grinned, and flipped his middle finger toward the little device. “My road name is Hulk.”

“You don’t look like a green giant to me,” she muttered.

“I agree. I tried for Captain America, but Hollywood told me to fuck off and said I was more like Hulk. After that, the name stuck.” He chuckled and looked up again. She noticed he flipped the cameras off as he moved around the room like a caged animal.

“Ah, are you okay?” No way in hell would she call this guy Hulk.

“I’m good. How you doin?”

Pausing in her immediate response, she pushed her hair behind her ears. “Why don’t you let me go? I swear I won’t tell anyone it was you who took me.”

He rounded the room, stopping in front of where she sat. Bending down, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her left ear. “It’s too late for that, lady doc. Besides, it’s almost over. When that door opens, I need you to stay as far in this corner tucked up like a tiny ball. Mkay? Wrap your arms around yourlegs, hold ’em close to your chest, and whatever the fuck you do, try not to draw any attention to yourself. If I go down and you don’t see any friendly faces, I’m really sorry.”

She watched him look back up at the camera and shake his head. Sutton was well-aware they’d been inside the room for what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than ten or fifteen minutes. She assumed they’d take her to see the man who wanted her by now.

“Hulk, you’re scaring me,” she whispered. Her voice shook as she tried to do as he said.

“Saint. My name is Saint, but I’m the furthest thing from my namesake.” He eyed her, nodding when he noticed she’d followed his instructions. “Good girl, lady doc. This room is soundproof. I can’t hear a fucking thing outside these walls. I hate feeling like a sitting duck,” he muttered.

“I like your name.” Such an inane thing to say, especially when he would probably be the last person she’d talk to before either being killed or sold as some sex slave.

KENDRICK SWIPED THEcard across the scanner. The waiting for it to unlock the doors felt like an eternity. Again, the clucking sound of the locks disengaging sent adrenaline through his veins. Behind him, Andre and two others lined up, preparing to enter after him.

“You should let me go first,” Andre growled.

He ignored the other man, quickly moving into the space and stepping to the side. His eyes narrowed, and he blinked several times, trying to adjust to the dark interior. Keys warned them about the dark space. The only illumination appeared from the floor. It reminded him of an airplane's emergency lighting, butthere was something eerie about the long hallway. The most shocking thing was the black walls, broken up by the different colored doors and the large windows between each one. He counted five on each side, which meant Sutton could be in one of ten rooms.

“If any of you motherfuckers says redrum, I will gut you and send your family a check for their loss,” Cosmo said.

Kendrick wasn’t going to engage in any sort of banter with the men. His entire focus had to be on finding Sutton.

He went to the first door, swiping the card through the reader this time instead of passing it over. The schtick sound allowed him entrance. He passed the keycard to Cosmo before moving inside.

On the far wall sat a throne-like chair with a man sitting on it. Kneeling on the floor were two females completely nude, their hands tied behind their backs as they gazed up at him. The scene didn’t disturb Kendrick. The man tugged on a chain, making one of the women cry out.

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