I turned around and shrugged, my expression unfazed as I let the words escape. “I don’t need his help.”
“You know what? I don’t think you do.” He closed the door with a chuckle, and I heard the lock click into place. Cold air filtered through the gaps in the concrete where there was no insulation. I was chilled but alive and unharmed, at least for the most part. Bruises, aches, and a busted lip were far better than the alternative.
Two days crawled by as I became acquainted with every single mark on the concrete and plaster on the walls and ceiling in that room. I’d counted them a hundred times. Boredom was the least of my worries. Maybe I was just going crazy.
There was a commotion outside the door later in the afternoon. It was the first noises I heard in almost a day. I’d fallen asleep briefly and a bag of food and a water bottle were left for me on the floor by the door. I ate every bite even though the burger was ice cold and the fries stiff and stale. The water hydrated my body, and I felt a little better.
When the door opened, I was shocked to find Sasha shoved inside. A hood was yanked from over her head and she was pushed forward so hard she almost fell.
“What happened? Who hurt you?”
I guess I looked like shit. Wasn’t a surprise since I felt that way too. “Dawg doesn’t like the word no,” I spat.
Sasha peeked outside and found the drop to the asphalt parking lot below, only a few sporadic bushes lined up along the edge of the building. More weeds than anything else.
She sat down next to me, biting her lips with concern. “Did he force you?”
Smirking, I gave her a cynical grin. “I managed to avoid being raped but that didn’t mean I don’t know the taste of Dawg’s nasty dick.”
“Fuck that. You should have bitten it off.”
“He’s in pain,” I assured her.
She smiled. “Good. I want to make them all suffer.”
“You and me both. Acid most of all. He’s a worthless piece of shit.”
“I know.” Sighing, she leaned her head on my shoulder. “Have you tried to get away?”
“There’s nowhere to go even if I didn’t break an ankle trying to jump out the window.”
“Too many Scorpions around,” she acknowledged. “Any other ideas?”
“I’ve seen the back entrance. If we could bust out of this room, we might be able to reach a vehicle and escape. Of course, we need keys, and I don’t where to get them.”
“Alright. Let’s think this through. First, how do we get out of this room?”
“The door is always locked. We could try to overpower one of them if they come in alone.”
“I won’t be much help.” Lifting her hands, she showed off the zip ties clasping her wrists together. “These are a pain in the ass.”
“There’s nothing in this room but an empty desk in the corner. Acid has made me sit on the cold concrete for days. My ass is permanently frozen,” I joked.
“What a dickwad.”
We both shivered as the temperature seemed to drop. A draft was allowing freezing air to pass through the multiple cracks in the walls and the poor insulation. Before I could speak, the door opened. Acid walked into the room with a smug smile on his deformed face. Sasha smiled when she noticed her handiwork.
Members of the Scorpion MC entered the room followed by Zook, Dawg, and a Hispanic man I didn’t know. He began to taunt Sasha, revealing that he knew her sister and expected Sasha to work off Suraya’s debts. We all knew what that meant.
Everything exploded into chaos when I heard Bodie’s voice and then Grim’s.
My head rose up at the sound of Grim’s deep and gravelly growl. A small whimper left my throat as he sauntered through the door followed by members of the Royal Bastards MC. At first, I couldn’t figure out why they all appeared so different. I thought they were wearing masks.
All of them looked like dead men walking. Dark hallowed out eye sockets, pale faces, blackened noses, and macabre teeth that looked like they could rip apart flesh without much effort. Each man’s eyes glowed with a feral and sinister gleam.
What. The. Fuck.
A scream of pure terror was ripped from my lips and I scrambled away, blinking rapidly to try to forget the images in my head.