“Grizz, look into it,” Storm told our computer wiz.
“Already on it.” He hunched down in front of his monitor, eyes scanning rapidly.
“Keep her hidden,” Ciro’s voice held a warning tone. “Make sure all your people can be trusted. If Casso gets confirmation of where Aspen is, he’ll unleash holy hell on the lot of you.”
“Despite what you may think, we’re not a bunch of brainless, hog-riding idiots,” Storm bit back. “Loyalty runs deep in our club.”
“Oh, I know. That’s why we asked you to take out Cass. Speaking of which. Our offer still stands. Kill him and the money is yours.”
Damn, the asshole spoke as if one hundred million was peanuts to him.
Storm’s narrowed gaze swept around the table, making eye contact with each one of us. We nodded in agreement.
“The club would be happy to take your money for ending Campbell’s life.”
16
Aspen
After being wholly humiliated in the bathroom, I managed to shower. Scrubbing off the visual violation my body had been subjected to, the soothing water had done nothing to calm me down. I raged inside, wanting to scream at the top of my lungs, pacing in the small dorm room. It felt like the walls were closing in. I almost wished they were, so I never had to see Zach again.
There was no way I could go upstairs until I calmed down.
How long had he been watching me puke? Long enough that he sported a sizable erection. The asshole didn’t even try to hide it.
My face heated, recalling my twisted-up camisole and lace string bikinis I had on. No wonder he had a hard-on. Hovering over the toilet with all my glory hanging out must have been quite the view for a voyeur getting off on an ill, defenseless woman.
Zach Harrisburg was rude and crude. Nothing but a cocky criminal… and pervert!
I paced, grateful my vertigo went away. Staying under the same roof with Zach wasn’t going to work. If I didn’t watch my back, he might try to take advantage of me, then what would I do?
Truth be told, I’d probably let him if he promised to talk to me the way he used to as he fucked me into next Tuesday. I clenched at the possibilities.
No!
Never gonna happen.
I ran through various options to rectify the impossible situation I’d encountered. The clubhouse was large. Perhaps I could avoid Zach. Eat my meals in my room. Peek around corners to make sure he wasn’t around.
What kind of nonsense was that?
If the Knights wouldn’t help me leave the country, I had no choice but to endure seeing Zach and Libby. It would be hell when they kissed in public. They seemed in love and oh so hot for each other.
I kept telling myself I was happy for Zach. I’d always hoped he was content where he was at. Despite my hatred toward him, I never wished him ill or anything. How could I when a piece of me never stopped loving him?
For now, I’d just deal with my situation. I was strong enough to ignore Zach and his woman. What other choice did I have?
I inhaled a deep breath, steeling myself before leaving the room. Fluffing my hair, I put on a confident face. I looked good. Better than good, despite the nastiness I spewed this morning. I had on my favorite pair of black jeans. They formed to my curves like a second skin. Because I was feeling saucy, I paired my pants with a scooped neck plum bodysuit, black ankle boots, and makeup.
It didn’t take much to highlight my best features. Just a little bronzer, black mascara, and my favorite soft-pink tinted lip gloss. The same one I’d worn since high school. Although, I never wore it after getting together with Casso. I’d been Zach’s favorite. He’d loved the watermelon flavor and I loved how it made him ravage me.
Let’s do this.
I kicked out each foot, to release tension, in preparation for who knew what I’d encounter.Opening the door quietly, I listened but didn’t hear any voices. Shoulders squared, head held high, I strutted toward the kitchen.
The clacking of my heels on the wooden floors echoed as I entered. It was mostly empty, save for Sugar and Zach. He was at the counter making a smoothie in the Vitamix.
“Good morning, Aspen,” Sugar greeted. “Coffee?”