Page 48 of Scarred Sacrifice
“You can’t do that to me,” I say in horror, hugging my mug to my chest.
“I can and I will.” She winks before turning to Nyx. “You need to eat, too,” she orders before making her way to the door.
“I don’t think we are supposed to feed the kidnapped so well,” I point out.
She stops at the door. “We don’t usually keep the kidnapped in our bedrooms,” she counters, smiling as she closes the door behind her.
“If this is how you treat hostages, then I need to be kidnapped by you more often. I don’t get fed like this back home,” he mumbles in between mouthfuls.
“Where’s home?” I subtly ask, hoping he will spill some information.
He smirks. “You ain’t getting me that easily.”
“Just warming up,” I state before taking a bite of the bacon. “You need to tell me what was going on, because when you got me out of there it was like a warzone,” I state.
He swallows his mouthful of food and looks to me. “Answer me this. Would you give up who you were? Knowing you are not only giving yourself up, but your club, too?” he asks.
I bite my bottom lip. “No, I would do anything to protect them,” I answer honestly. He nods. “But if I thought I could trust them, or I thought they could help, I would tell them,” I add.
He finishes his bite of food. “I will trust you, when you trust me,” he counters.
I frown. “How am I meant to trust you, when you won’t tell me anything? You are here in my room, you’ve met my family, and you know my club’s name. You’ve given me nothing,” I point out.
He sits back and eyes me. “You have a point,” he agrees. “What do you want to know?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. “Everything!” I exclaim, frustrated. He laughs, and my eyes immediately land on his mouth and that damn dimple.
“I don’t just work for Henry,” he states. I blink, regaining my focus as I look at him, my eyebrows raised.
“Well, I kind of guessed that,” I state sarcastically. “I’m going to need more if you are expecting me to trust you. Well, for any of us to trust you.”
“Fine, I was put there to find...” He pauses. “Stuff,” he states.
I frown. “But you’ve worked for Henry for years as his assistant,” I counter.
He smirks and shakes his head. “Fucking Edna,” he tuts. He sighs, running his hand over his face. “Fuck, I could lose my job for this.”
“Spill,” I press.
“I’ve been working undercover for the past three years,” he states, looking at me.
My heart drops. All that he’s seen. Me killing innocent people… All of us would go away for a long fucking time. It would mean the end of the Savage Sisters. I slowly push to my feet and step back.
“You’re a fucking cop?” I ask, my voice a whisper.
“CIA,” he answers.
I press my hand to my stomach, feeling nausea rolling through me. I brought CIA to my fucking club. I shake my head. Fuck, how could I be so fucking stupid?
“Eden!” I call out as I walk to my door. I swing it open and shout her again.
She comes running into my bedroom, panicked. “What is it? Are you okay?” she pants.
“Get Betsy to run a full background check on Nyx O’Connor. CIA,” I state, the word tasting bitter in my mouth.
Eden’s eyes go wide as she looks to Nyx. “He’s CIA?” she breathes.
I nod. “Alert the others. Nothing is to be discussed around him. Nothing!” I state firmly.
