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“What do you mean?” A female asks me. I can sense her coming closer and grasping my hands. Slowly opening my eyes, the bright light takes over my vision. It takes a few tries before I can finally open them and keep them open.
Looking around, I realize Prez isn’t here, none of the higher ups are here. I suppose I am one of them and so is Leather. There’s two out of the five people in charge. I guess I’m really not surprised that they aren’t here.
The door slams open, Prez looking at the woman at my side who is holding my hand. I don’t recognize her, but Prez must, because he looks like he’s furious.
“Get the fuck out of here, Janet.” Her eyes roll, and she stands.
“How about a fucking ‘thank you’ for saving his ass,” she huffs, swinging her jacket over her shoulders.
“All you did was come in here and be moral support. You didn’t do a fucking thing.”
“Whatever,” she scoffs and turns on her heels, prancing out the door all too happily. Furrowing my brows, I look after her for a moment confused before Prez clears his throat. He glances at the few other guys lingering in the room and tips his head to the side, silently excusing them.
“I was told you dropped a bomb?” Grabbing a chair, he pulls up to the side of my bed and plops down. He steeples his fingers, resting his chin on the tips of them.
“I went to the drop like you had asked. Daryn was supposed to be there, but Heckles showed up. Him and a bunch of his cronies came for Leather when they heard that a meeting was arranged. I don’t know where Daryn is, but we both tried fighting them off.” He doesn’t say a word as I take a breath. His face doesn’t give anything away, just a blank stare. “When Leather and I got to wherever they took us, she was tied pretty tightly. Whoever tied me did a shit job, but I didn’t want to jeopardize one of us escaping…”
“Where was she when you left?”
“That’s the thing, I have no clue. They took her out almost immediately after taunting her. I tried to show her that she was okay…”
“I doubt she would trust you after that,” he sighs, sitting up and pinching the bridge of his nose.
“No shit, Sherlock,” I scoff and roll my eyes. “She definitely wasn’t too happy with me, but I will be honest, I don’t think she even cared. I know that we weren’t at the Big D clubhouse.”
“Where were you?” He pulls his phone out, ready to look it up.
“We were somewhere in the literal middle of nowhere. I was more concerned with getting out alive.”
“Wrong priorities,” he says flatly, but a smug smirk on his face indicates that he’s being sarcastic. I go to tell him more when the door bursts open, an angry looking Knuckles standing in the doorway.
“I think you both have some explaining to do.”
Prez goes pale but doesn’t look back. We lock eyes. Even his tattoos can’t save the look of complete horror on his face for a split second. He straightens, adjusting his vest and sitting back casually again.
“What did you hear?” He continues looking down at his phone, appearing nonchalant, but I can see right through it. He’s scared shitless. Glancing between the two guys, I realize there’s something that I’m missing. Knuckles and Prez…holy shit.
Did they take the step that Knuckles and I did? Maybe they didn’t get that intimate. Their body language isn’t enough to indicate more than some soft play of some sort.
Shaking my head, I reach a heavy hand toward the water. Prez assists me, bringing it closer to me while I try to adjust.
“You both are just going to pretend that I didn’t just fucking hear that?” He growls, stomping his way over to us. “Absolutely not. You’re both going to start fucking talking before-” Prez snaps up out of the chair, grabs Knuckles by his vest and slams him into the wall. My brows shoot into my hairline when Prez slams his lips on Knuckles.
Holy fucking shit.
Once Prez pulls back, he presses into Knuckles once more before roughly letting him go.
“You’re right, we have a fuck ton to talk about.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Leather
The music finally stopped after God knows how long. Switching between several different types, my brain can’t keep up. A headache quickly started forming after I attempted to figure out a pattern in the music. I thought that I may be able to determine if someone else was playing DJ with music, but it’s no use. They aren’t following any patterns, and if they are, I’m way too exhausted and cold to care.
Right after I was brought into this room, they blasted the heat and made it unbearable to leave my jacket on. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because when I woke up, it was gone. My boots were also taken off, leaving me barefooted. I pounded on the door for a while, screaming for it back. Of course, I don’t have it. Now, they have dropped the temperature in the room and there’s no avoiding the cold air.
A bright shade of white cascades around the room, and it’s so blinding that I have to squint constantly. I can’t tell when it’s morning, noon or night. They fed me dinner food a few times in a row and then did the same for breakfast. I tried to follow it. Again, pointless. Now, they have gone a while without playing anything at all. I can’t hear anything in the room besides my own heart beating, and I can only smell the fixated bucket toilet they gave me for using as the restroom. They have cameras stationed on all four corners, giving me zero privacy in this marshmallow box.
