“You’re starting to get scared? Good. I admire your courage, but if you’re as smart as I think you are, you’ll know when to go along with things.”
She nodded her head, afraid to speak and get on his bad side. Right now, he was her only chance at survival.
“Let’s come to an understanding. I don’t hurt women. If it were up to me, we’d let you go, but you’ve seen too much and we have no reason to trust you. I’m letting them think I’m making you pay for what you did. You’ll be my bitch while I finish out this job.”
Job. Her eyebrows rose.
“Rule number one, club business is club business. We don’t talk about it with women, so don’t ask. Rule number 2. Don’t go anywhere without me. You’re not my old lady and there are plenty of men who’d have no problem testing out how dedicated I am to my property. I don’t want to go through that. I need to stay on good standing with Hell’s Minions, you savvy?”
She bobbed her head.
“What’s your name?”
“Lark,” she whispered.
“Alright Lark, I’m Pan.”
Pan.
He smirked. “Speak your mind.”
“Like Peter?”
He tilted his head back and laughed. “Yeah, exactly like Peter. What were you doing out here?”
“Filling up. I was on my way to Columbus.”
He frowned. His brows came together. “You got dealings with people I need to know
about?”
She licked her lips.
“Don’t lie to me Lark, it’d be the worst thing you could do.” All signs of mirth disappeared from his face.
“N-not me.”
“Not you?” His lips twisted in a wry expression. “Okay, I’ll bite. Who then?”
She dropped her head. By now, she was already late. They’d take it out of her hide. Tears formed in her eyes. Guilt slammed into her chest. I should be there now. Th
e nightmare should be ending. Her shoulders shook and sobs of despair she couldn’t keep in spilled from her lips.
It’d been a long fucking road and for once, she’d seen the end of it. Now, they were back to square one, if that. Thoughts of not knowing where her sister would be carted to next, brought up bile.
“Start talking, now.” His voice promised violence.
“M-my sister, Robin. I was—t-trying to get her out of a mess her addiction got her into. I was so fucking close.”
“You got drugs in your car?”
She nodded her head.
“Shit.” He ran a hand through his hair and stood from his chair. “How much?”
“Ten kilos.”
“Jesus…Shit. They’re going to come looking for that. This just got complicated.”