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“Where’s mynotebook?”

“Joker’s taking care ofit.”

He walked toward her and sat the beer on thenightstand.He pulled a condom from the drawer for good measure andtossed it to the bed.He undid the cuffs and tossed them to theside.

“Why didn’t you tell methat you went to visit your father?”

“Because Ididn’t.”

“In your notebook you had‘jail’ writtenontwo days.You didn’t get paid forthose days.Who did you go see if it wasn’t yourfather?”

She didn’t say anything.

“Layla, who did you gosee?Where you trying to work out a deal with anotherconvict?”

She let out a breath.“No.Iwas theone in jail.”

His full attention stayed on her.“What thehell, Layla?”

She blinked a few times.

“What did you get thrownin jail for?”His voice was borderline yelling.He didn’tcare.

“Natalie stole some foodfrom the supermarket because she was hungry and I didn’t have anymoney to pay for it.The manager pressed charges and I wasarrested.It’s the reason my aunt has the kids right now.But shecan’t afford everything either.I told her that I would help payfor Chrissy’s bills.If I can’t be there, the least I can do ismake sure Chrissy has the treatment she needs.She’s got anothervisit scheduled for next week.”

He stared at her.Tears had gathered in hereyes and he felt an overwhelming need to pull her close.Instead hestood, distancing himself from her.

“Why the fuck didn’t youcall sooner?”

She narrowed her stare.“Because I wasn’tready to give up my dignity for money.”

Silver shook his head, turning away fromher.What the hell had he been thinking?He didn’t.His dick didthe thinking for him and look where it landed him.She hated him.He could see it in her eyes, her expression.He hated that he tookadvantage of her vulnerability.That he wanted to use her andeverything she’d proposed for his own twisted purposes.If Torquedid find out, he’d kill him.

He left the room, closing the door behindhim.He needed some release and it didn’t need to be withLayla.

Chapter Six

Laylawaiteda longtime before she decided to leave the room to find him.The wholething was a fucking mess between them.She really needed to have abetterattitude,but not much was going wellin her life at the moment.She went down the hall to the back ofthe clubhouse and found Silver with a blonde.He had her bent oversome contraption with her bare ass in the air, her pussy availablefor viewing.She was restrained, her nipples clamped while he tookthe leather slapper to her ass cheeks.With each blow, the blondemoaned.Both of her cheeks were a nice shade of red with smallwelts across them.Layla glanced over at Silver.He didn’t looklike he had any intention of quitting.

She took a step inside the room.“Is thatwhat you want me to do?”

He stopped, settling his attention on her.“You’re not made for this lifestyle.Go back to my room.”

She folded her arms over her chest.“Youdon’t know what I’m made for.”

He snorted.Instead ofcontinuing with the blonde, he bent to undo the restraints.Laylalooked around the room for the first time, taking it all in.On thesurface, it looked like a medieval torture chamber.Floggers andpaddles of all kinds hung on the wall in front of her.Cagesof different sizes sat off to her left.There was a machinewith a dildo attached that looked interesting and scary at the sametime.Long panels of mirrors were strategically placed along thewalls so she could get a view of the entire room from differentangles.Several other pieces of equipment filled the room.Thebench that the blonde stood from wasintriguing,but the X inthe corner looked more devious.When Silver dismissed the girl, hereached for his beer.

“What are you doing here,Layla?”

She took a few steps into the room and saton the bench the blond had draped herself over.“You said that wewere going to fuck.Let’s fuck.”

“You’re off the hook.”Hetook the leather slapper to the wall and hung it up.“I don’t wantyou anymore.Go home and take care of your sisters.”

His statement hurt more than she expected itto.Not only did he reject her like so many others, but heunderstood the reasons why she agreed to be his sex slave.Somewhere underneath that bulk of muscle was a heart that Silverdidn’t like to show too often.She was pretty sure it had nothingto do with her father and his reign over the club but her.And onlyher.

He kept his back to her as if it were easierto reject her if he didn’t look at her.His back was smooth andperfectly sculpted from some fancy gym equipment’s repetitions.Theblack shorts hung on his hips and covered what had to be a finelooking ass.Hairy legs stood hips’ width apart as he worked onwinding rope.He was more than a biker.While she’d been hisfantasy for a while, he’d also been hers.

Layla dangled her legs off the bench andstared at her toes.“Do you honestly think I don’t know that I’vebeen your biggest fantasy since I was thirteen?”

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