Her jaws tightened, the gritting of her teeth audible. She reached inside the pocket of her jeans and brought a folded piece of paper. When she unfolded it, she shoved it in my face.
For a second, as I saw who that photo belonged to, I froze.
Her eyes sparkled. “You know her?” It was more of a revelation than a question.
The pain searing through my body increased. Tenfold. “Never seen her before,” I lied to her face, snatching my stare away from the picture.
“Don’t you dare lie to me,” she said through her teeth.
I had to. What else would I tell her? That my father kidnapped her? That this innocent kid was…
I couldn’t finish the thought. I just looked away.
“Listen, Dusty, I know you were out of town when Roar took her, but I also know you returned a few days later. You must have seen her with him…or with any of the gang.” Her eyes pleaded at me almost in tears. “Just tell me. What happened to my sister?”
“How did you know any of that?”
“The same way I know your real name is Dustin Bowell. And you’d be at the Belle View when I met you,” she replied. “I’ve been watching you and your fucking pieces of shit of a family since the day the police stopped looking for Annie and tried to convince me she ran away and never was kidnapped.”
Fuck. “Look I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, but you’re wrong. I have never seen your sister, and my…father and the club has nothing to do with her either.”
She took a deep breath and leaned closer, studying my face. The silence was excruciating, but I hid everything I felt behind years of practice. I might have been a Night Skull just to keep pretenses and not at heart, but I never forgot what they taught me. They had trained me well.
“I thought you were smarter than that,” she finally said.
I glared at her. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with. If you don’t let me go now, they’ll find you, and they’ll hurt you, in ways you could never imagine.”
Cameron stepped back, folding her arms across her chest. “I don’t doubt they’ll come for me. Actually, I’m counting on it.”
CHAPTER 11
Cameron
“From what I see you have two choices, Dusty. One, you tell me about my sister, help me get her back, and no one is harmed. Two, I beat the crap out of you until you tell me everything, and I’ll go save my sister on my own.”
He laughed. He fucking laughed. “You? Will beat the crap out of me?”
I kicked him straight in the nuts.
“Motherfucker!” he howled, his limbs tense, the sinews bulging.
Without giving him time to recover, I punched him in the gut. His abs were so firm they almost fractured my knuckles.
Fuck, he was too damn distracting with all that muscle perfection, as if he was cut out from a fucking magazine. The huge thing with fucking rings dangling between his legs was another story. Much to my dismay, I could swear I saw it semi-hard at a moment or two, but it was probably my mind playing tricks on me.
Who would get hard in such situation? Kidnapped, helpless and humiliated like this?
I knew girls went crazy over these situations in books, but I never read about a man who would…or a girl on the other side, the one with the power to do whatever she wanted to her captive.
I had to admit, I’d crossed my arms over my chest so he wouldn’t see how hard my nipples had become when I stood close to him. It wasn’t just because he was naked. The ability to do anything to him while he couldn’t lift a finger was…more than arousing. Something twisted I never thought I’d feel. A side I didn’t know I had until now. Maybe that man who liked being dominant and rough had a different side, too, and what I thought I saw was true.
Unless…
Unless he didn’t feel helpless or humiliated in the first place.
He growled in pain. “Fuck you, bitch.”
A surge of anger coursed through me. I tore my eyes from his naked body. If I was going to threaten him and mean it, I needed my focus. My anger that would never fade until I found my sister.
