Page 58 of Unmasked Anarchy
I raise my hand to steady myself on the bar, and in that second, he’s on his feet.He doesn’t lunge, just steps around, quick and neat, and pins my wrist to the counter.He leans in, voice threading under the music.“You try to run again, you won’t like where you end up, Sabie.”
I force my voice out, trembling all over.“Let go of me.”
He looks at my hand, then up at my eyes.“No.You belong to me.”
“You cannot make me stay.You cannot force me to love you, Gage.I don’t.Do you hear me?I don’t belong to you anymore.”
He shoves me backward.I stumble, nearly trip over a barstool.In the flinch of it, I see his hand dart into his jacket, unholster the small black pistol he always keeps in his jacket.The room goes dead still.He walks three steps, closes the distance, presses the barrel right into the side of my skull.
The world narrows.Sweat beads down my spine, but I stare straight ahead.I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, or beg.No.He’s just trying to scare me and I’m not here for it.I know Gage won’t kill me, he is a lot of things, but when it comes to me, he won’t choose violence.
“If you won’t stay here with me,” he growls, “then I’ll make sure nobody can have you.”
There is something cold in his voice, something that shoots up my spine and grips my heart.
He means it.
I can hear it in his words, I can feel it surrounding us.
Gage will kill me to make sure nobody else can have me.
I gasp, my entire body trembling.
I have seconds.I need something.I have to say something that will stop this long enough for me to figure out a way out.There is only one thing I can think of, and while it is easily proven away, it might buy me some time.
“I’m pregnant.It’s yours.”
The phrase hangs in the air, heavy and shocking as gunfire.Gage’s breath hits the shell of my ear, hot and ragged.He lets out a slow sound, between a laugh and a moan, twisted and mean.He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, just presses the gun harder, until I feel the sting in my scalp.Then he steps back, gun lowering, and looks down at the ground.
“Well,” he says, voice cold and empty.“Guess you ain’t leavin’ then, are you?”
He jerks his chin.“Safe box,” he barks, and two of his crew leap forward.I twist to run, but a thick arm snakes around my waist, and then I’m being hauled away.I fight, with every step, I give it my all.But there is no point.I’m no match for the large biker pulling me.
We reach the Safe Box, which is basically a room that they guard, and the door is shoved open.I get tossed in and released.I spin, seeing the large biker who pulled me down here, a new member, Garry.He offers me a small nod and then walks out.Regg steps in next.“Boss says you stay here.”
I collapse to the floor.The room is windowless—just a bed, and a bathroom.It feels like DeJa'Vu, only this time, it’s real.Panic claws up my throat, but I swallow hard, press my palms to my forehead and breathe.I have one thing up my sleeve.The gun tucked in my jeans.
I will use it to get out of here, but I only have one shot at that.
I know this club better than anything, which means I know when they hold church, when they ride, where they go and for how long.
I just need to find a small window of time where I can escape, and when I do, I have to run and never look back.
The thing that scares me the most is the fact that to be truly free, I might have to kill the man who saved me.
Do I have it in me?
~*~*~*~*~*~
IWAIT UNTIL THE MUFFLEDsounds of the club going on a run fill the room.Every set of wheels away from the lot means I have a small window of time.I get up and pace, waiting for my chance.After an hour, I hear footsteps—heavy, shuffling, not in a hurry.I recognize Regg by the squeak of his boots and his breathing, always loud, always just the tiniest bit wheezy from the smoke breaks he takes when he thinks Gage isn’t looking.
I was hoping it would be him.
I walk over, gun in hand, ready, and bang on the door.
“Regg?”I squeak.
“What is it?”he grunts.
