Page 19 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
Camden stands from his haunches, instead taking a seat at the foot of the bed in front of me, the mattress sinking down with his weight. The first bite of food hits my tongue, an explosion of flavors—salty, savory, cheesy goodness—that has me moaning around the tines of my fork.
“Well, that’s a sound I want to hear more of.”
“Keep giving me food that tastes this good, and you will. Holy shit.” Camden chuckles, his hand moving over the coarse hair of his short beard. I continue to eat, enjoying every single bite and the fact that someone besides me prepared a good meal. Camden and I sit in silence, his eyes roaming over me, watching me eat. It’s an odd sensation, but I’m hungry and need to relax in front of him. Fighting my way out of this is clearly not going to get me very far, so maybe playing nice will.
When I’m finished, I set the bowl to the side and pick up the cup of steaming coffee, bringing it to my lips and blowing over the top. The first sip goes down rough,my face scrunching. It’s bitter and darker than I’d prefer, but it’s caffeine and will do the job it needs to.
“Will you tell me how you take your coffee so I can get it right?”
“I won’t be here long enough for you to need to know.”
“Why did you try to cuff me, Saige?”
“Because I wanted to take you somewhere.”
“Who hired you to do that?”
An uncontrollable scoff releases from my lips. The absolute audacity of this man. Of society. To think I couldn’t possibly have come up with the plan on my own, sought him out, and murdered him without some big dog at the top telling me what to do? Nope. I was going to kill Camden all on my own.I amgoing to kill Camden all on my own.
“Okay. We’ll skip that one then. Where were you planning on taking me?”
I think for a moment, wondering how much to give him. I need him to trust me at least a little bit if I want to make it out of here with my head intact.
“Somewhere private. Wanted to have a little fun with you.”
“I have a feeling our idea of fun isn’t the same.”
“Mmm. Probably not.”
“So, you planned on capturing me, on your own, and taking me somewhere to have a little fun with me? You’re gonna need to give me more than that. I’m giving you an opportunity to talk to me, Saige. There’s no way out of this until you tell me what the hell your plans were and who you’re working with.”
“Camden, and I do mean this the way that it sounds, fuck off.” A smile slowly inches upward across his face, my eyes narrowing as frustration starts to heat my veins.
“You see, Saige, that’s all bullshit, and I don’t believe you. You know what I think?”
“And what’s that, fearless captor?”
“I think someone put out a hit on me, to bring me in, and you got to me first. But you failed. Is it money you need? Freedom? Someone forcing your hand? Whatever it is, I can help you. You got lucky it was me. Any other club president, hell, any other member that’s not a Heathen, wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet right between those pretty brown eyes of yours. You have a deep disdain for clubs, that’s clear as day. Tell me why. Is that who you’re working with?”
Before I can say anything, there’s a knock at the door. Camden growls in frustration, standing up quickly and stomping to the other side of the room. He opens the door wide, a giant, muscular, tattooed beast walking in with a petite woman at his side, her hand firmly dwarfed in his.
“Saige, this is one of my two road sergeants, Rogue, and this is Kinsey, Rogue’s old lady. She’s going to watch you while you shower and make sure you don’t kill anyone. And you think I’m bad? Harm her, and this one will enjoy torturing you.”
“Thought you said you’d never hurt me.”
“I won’t. You hurt my family, though? You hurt her?” he says, pointing at the brunette standing between the two giant men. “There’s nowhere on Earth that could protect you from him.”
I roll my eyes at him, knowing I have zero interest in hurting the girl standing in front of me. She’s wearing a boho-styledress that fits her body like a glove at the top and flows loosely at the bottom. Her hair is tied up in a messy, stylish bun with loose strands falling free around her face. She’s cute and looks entirely out of place next to the monster beside her, inside an MC clubhouse.
“Hey, I’m Saige, this one’s prisoner,” I deadpan. To her credit, Kinsey winces and looks at Camden with a fierce look that says she’s not happy about the situation. Hmm. Maybe I’ll like this one.
“Under normal circumstances, I’d say it’s nice to meet you. I know this isn’t an ideal way to meet. I’m here if you need anything, and I promise to make this as un-awkward as possible.”
“Thanks, I guess. You live here?”
“No, we live an hour away in Aspen Ridge, we’re here a few times a month, though. I’m a kindergarten teacher, so we have to be there during the week.”
My head snaps back to Camden as her words register. “What the fuck is a kindergarten teacher doing at a fucking MC clubhouse?”
