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My voice is so warped, I’m not even sure that my words came out how I thought they came out. Mex doesn’t say a word; instead, he begins walking, his heavy booted feet stomping on the ground as he retreats with me in his arms. I can’t fight it any longer –my eyes roll and, slowly, the world around me goes dark.

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Eyes fluttering open, my vision takes a little longer than usual to clear.

The moment it does, I slowly begin to recall the events that led me here. The biker drugged me. I figured he would have a plan, but I’ll give the man credit, he caught me off guard with that one. I thought I’d at least get a little bit of a fight happening. Either way, here we are. Upon first glance, it seems that we’re in a motel room, and not a nice one, if I’m being truthful.

The walls are a pale-yellow color, and the curtains are hideously brown. The carpet, well, that is as old and faded as it could possibly be, but if I were to guess, I’d say it was once red, maybe. Turning my head to the side, I see Mex sitting on a chair beside the bed, his booted feet up as he leans back, staring at me. His face is slightly shadowed by the dim light, and man, does he look good.

“Can you get your dirty boots away from my face?” I mutter, my voice croaky.

He puts his feet down and leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees, his eyes scanning over me. “Have a nice sleep?”

I attempt to roll my eyes, but my head hurts too much so I stop mid action. Reaching up, I press my open palms over my face and groan. “Quit fucking drugging me, it makes me feel like crap.”

“Quit runnin’ away and I won’t have to drug you.”

Slowly, I manage to push myself up. Mex is clearly confident in his ability to stop me escaping because I’m not even cuffed. I’m starting to wonder if he’s as good as I suspect, because why the hell am I not tied down?

“I could leap up and run out that door before you even had the chance to stop me,” I point out. “No cuffs?”

He grins, a slight tip of his lips as he nods toward the door. I glance at it and see a rather large padlock on it. Oh, well, I suppose that’ll keep me in. For now, at least. He needs to think he’s got me right where he wants me, but really, I’m working for the enemy and I’m going to bring down his entire club by the end of it. I wish I was sorry, but, well, I’m not.

It's my job, after all.

“We can do this the easy way ...”

I point a finger at Mex and finish the sentence before he can, “Or the hard way.”

His jaw tics.

I never promised I’d make it easy on him.

He has no idea what a royal pain in the ass I can truly be. I will drive him absolutely crazy and not think twice about it. Oh, it’ll be so much fun.

“You think I’m fuckin’ with you, but I’m not.”

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