Chapter Six
Nat’s stomach rumbled while she waited for Razor to return. Her throat felt parched as well. A cool drink of water would be wonderful right about now. She looked around the room and spotted a mini fridge.
She walked up to it and opened the door. It only contained beers. Nothing else. Dang it.
Recalling the cold gaze King gave her made her shudder. You don’t belong here, a small voice in her head said. The Black Dogs MC clubhouse hadn’t felt like home either.
Nat deiced to wait a little longer. Razor promised they’d get something to eat, but his conversation with King seemed to be taking some time.
Hunger made her leave Razor’s room. He hadn’t given her the impression she was a prisoner. That meant she was free to roam on her own, right? Earlier, she’d been apprehensive when they first entered the clubhouse.
Nat relaxed when she only saw a couple of bikers lingering in the bar and eating area. If not food, then water, she decided. She exited Razor’s room and encountered no one on the second floor.
She could hear faint voices from the room at the end of the hall. King’s office? Nat proceeded downstairs. She kept her footsteps light. She’d learned to be as unobtrusive as possible when she’d been with Vulture.
Being invisible had ensured her survivability. She froze when she reached the first floor. The door to the clubhouse banged open, and a group of bikers came in, laughing and slapping each other.
She didn’t miss the dirt and blood on them. Had they gotten into a fight?
“I saw you earlier. Razor brought you in, huh?”
Nat turned to see a scantily clad blonde eyeing her up and down. She forced herself to speak. It had been a dog-eat-dog world back in the Black Dogs MC. This felt the same. God. What had she been really thinking, agreeing to Razor’s protection?
“That’s right. Razor gave me his protection,” she said, daring to meet the blonde’s gaze.
The woman snorted and crossed her arms over her breasts, which practically spilled out of her top. “So you’re one of those.”
“What the hell does that mean exactly?” Nat found herself asking.
The blonde smirked. “You don’t know? Razor picks up women like you all the time.”
Nat’s stomach dropped at those words. There was no reason to believe this woman. She was just bored and probably wanted to get under Nat’s skin.
Nat told herself to disengage and cut this conversation short. Why had she gone down here in the first place? Food and water. Right.
“Then what?” she had to ask.
A big, dark-haired biker placed an arm over the blonde’s shoulder. She smiled up at him, acting sweet as opposed to venomous now, like someone had flicked a switch. The blonde purred and rested her brightly painted red nails on the biker’s chest.
“You missed me, Bullet? Let’s go somewhere private,” she said.
“Why don’t we bring your friend along?” Bullet asked, glancing at her.
Nat avoided a shudder. She should’ve remained in Razor’s room and waited for him to come back.
“Her?” The blonde gave her a disdainful look. “I don’t think she’ll be fun.”
“Back off, Bullet. She’s Razor’s girl,” said one of the bikers she’d seen earlier when Razor and she first entered the clubhouse.
Bullet shrugged and led the blonde upstairs.
“Razor will soon get bored of you. You’ll see,” the blonde yelled over her shoulder.
“Play nice, Sally,” Nat overheard Bullet telling her, but Sally only giggled.
“You all right? You’re shaking,” asked another biker whose name she didn’t know.
“Fine,” she whispered. Nat suddenly couldn’t breathe. She walked fast toward the exit, expecting someone to stop her any second, but no one did.