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There are two more men just outside the elevator.
“This is the floor your rooms are on.” The man walks us halfway down the hall before stopping and opening a door on his right. “Kevin, this is your room to share with the woman, as requested. The room across the hall is for your men. There are two beds in there.”
“In. Now,” Kevin demands. I walk into the room, taking everything in. There’s a queen-size bed in the middle of the wall, directly across from the door, with a window on either side. My guess is neither of the windows actually open. Along the left wall is a dresser, on the right is a closet and a bathroom.
“El Jefewould like to meet with you,” the man says to Kevin.
Kevin lets out a dramatic sigh. “Julio, I need you to stand guard at this door and make sure our guest doesn’t try to wander off.”
“Like I would actually try to go anywhere with the two goons at the elevator,” I mutter.
In two steps, Kevin is standing in front of me. My head whips to the side and stinging bites at my cheek. I keep my eyes on the floor, avoiding Kevin’s evil gaze.
“You might be able to throw sass around with that biker trash, but that shit won’t fly with me,” Kevin hisses out.
I gained some confidence living in the clubhouse with the Savage Menaces and their Ol’ Ladies. I keep forgetting Kevin doesn’t and won’t hesitate to hit me if I displease him.
He turns back to the man. “Take me to your boss.”
He slams the door shut and I’m left standing in the middle of the room.
Chapter Thirty-One
Athena
I never could have imagined this is how my life would have turned out. Running from an abusive, narcissistic ex-boyfriend only to meet not just a biker, but the president of a motorcycle club. Then getting kidnapped by that ex-boyfriend and his new criminal friends. Though, by the sound of it, they’ve been friends for quite some time.
I take a moment to take in the room. The bed is covered by a puffy comforter and has a bunch of pillows sitting at the head of it. I walk toward it and sit on it, checking to see if it’s as comfy as it looks. I lay back and an exhaustion I didn’t know I was feeling washes over me.
I’m about to drift to sleep when the door opens, causing me to shoot up. It’s a young woman wearing nothing, but lingerie. She has some clothes and bathroom necessities in her hands.
“Hello, miss. I’m sorry if I startled you,” she says to me. “Mr. Kevin would like you to be presentable when meetingEl Jefe.”
She takes a couple steps toward me and holds her hands out. I contemplate if I should do what Kevin wants or not. Knowing what he’s capable of and who he now has in his pocket, it would be in my best interest to do whatever he wants. If I want to live to see another day, that is. Not knowing what he has planned for me terrifies me.
The thing that gets me off the bed and my feet moving is knowing that Bull is out there doing what he can to find me. If he feels even a sliver of what I feel for him, then he’s fighting like hell to get to me. My feelings for him and the faith I have in him and his brothers will be what keeps me holding on.
I grab the items out of the girl’s hands and turn for the bathroom.
“You have twenty minutes before Julio will need to take you to Mr. Kevin,” she says.
I walk into the bathroom and close the door. There’s no lock on the door, so I send up a little prayer, hoping no one will come in while I shower. I turn the water on and move back to the mirror. I look like death. My face is pale, making the dark circles under my eyes even more prominent. I run a brush through my hair, detangling the rat’s nest it’s become. When my hair is tangle-free, I undress and step into the shower.
Remembering I only have twenty minutes, I quickly move through my shower routine, washing my hair and body in record time. Once I’m done, I shut the water off and grab a towel from the rack. I dry off and step out of the shower to get dressed.
I hold up the clothes, or lack thereof, that the girl had brought me. It’s a piece of fabric meant to be a dress. The girl didn’t bring me any panties or bra. I roll my eyes and attempt to slip into it. It turns into me jumping up and down, trying to squeeze into it. It barely covers my ass and my boobs feel like they’ll fall out any second.
I brush my hair one more time before walking out of the bathroom. A pair of black three-inch high heels are sitting on the bed. I sit on the bed and slide the heels onto my feet. As I set my foot down, the door opens and Julio walks in.
