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“Doesn’t really matter, does it?” he asked, looking over at me. “You end up where we end up. That’s all you need to know.”
My chest was practically bubbling with frustration. I wanted to reach out and slap him across the face I wanted to hit him until he was black and blue. I just wanted to do something. I was tired of sitting around like a damsel in distress.
“I don’t want to be here,” I whispered.
He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t really care if you want to be here or not. Look, I helped you out, but right now I’m doing my job” he murmured, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. “You have to square with the fact that you’re here now and that isn’t going to change for a long time” he said.
His words dug into me and I looked away, angry and frustrated. I wanted out of this place, but it seemed I was going to have to get creative to get out.
He must have seen the determined look in my eye because he leaned back, focusing on me. He blew a plume of smoke out of the corner of his mouth and I almost wanted to remind him that this was a no smoking room, but that was stupid. He didn’t care.
“What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”
“None of your damn business.”
“You think you’re going to get away, don’t you?” he hummed. “You think you’re going to run away and get out of this mess, well, I have news for you, girly,” He growled. “You have nowhere to go. You going to go back to dear old dad? Let the real bad guys get you?”
I didn’t say anything, I just looked straight ahead and tried to keep myself under control. The last thing I wanted was to cry. I didn’t want him to know how badly those words stung.
“You think I’m doing this because I want to?” he grunted. “You think anyone is in this situation because we wanted to be? Hell no. I’m taking care of you because your dad used to be one of us and once you’re in the family, you’re in the family for good. I owe him the years he dedicated to us. It’s our code. You may not understand that but tough shit.”
I didn’t say anything because I had nothing to say. I laid back and stared up at the ceiling, my heart racing. The worst part of it wasn’t that I was stuck with this gang now. I could have handled that. What stung so bad was that Dylan was right. Even if I managed to get away, I didn’t have anywhere to go. Who would protect me?
I had to stay here.
Chapter Ten
I hated it but I was now the property of a biker gang. There wasn’t much I could do about it except be smart and try to find a way out. We loaded up on the bikes the next morning and started back towards Nashville. We drove through the city and it took my breath away. As miserable as I was, I couldn’t hold back my admiration for the beauty of this place. Atleast I had that.
I found myself in a new city completely alone and without a method of escape. I had no money and no way to get home, and even if I did, I didn't have a home anymore.
We kept driving through Nashville and didn’t stop until we hit the rural, rolling hills of a town called Dickson. We drove down a long dirt road, and as we did certain bikers started turning into the driveways of small homes. Children ran out to greet their fathers, throwing their arms around the men as they walked inside their houses.
Dylan finally came to stop at a classical looking plantation house. It was big, though it wasn’t ridiculous. It was definitely a kind of status symbol. He clearly wanted to make sure everyone knew he was top dog. He parked the bike in an attached garage and helped me off. I shook him off, not wanting to seem dependent. I was trying to maintain some of my dignity.
I crossed my arms over my chest and followed him into the very classical looking house. It was lovely but had very few furnishings and decorations. The house was big, and it must have been handed down to him. I had a hard time believing that being the leader of a biker gang was a lucrative career.
“Pretty big house,” I murmured, looking around.
“The only perk of being the leader,” he murmured.
The only perk? Did he not like having all this power?
“So you live here in this big place and everyone else lives in little houses,” I snorted.
“We get by. My people are happy,” he said simply.
“How’d you get this house? Who did you have to rob?”
“Look Alex. I get this is the last place you want to be and I’m doing my best to be civil. But you’re acting like an damn brat. You keep acting like that and see where it gets you,” he snarled.
My eyes widened but I fell silent and turned away from him.
We wandered through the house until we came to a set of bedrooms. They were side by side and one was much larger than the other. The smaller one was decorated in soft, pale blues and whites and had a nice, airy feel to it.
“Well, this will be your room, I’m sure you’ll want to get settled.”
My brows were knitted together as I stared into the room. He glanced at me and looked me up and down. “Is there a problem?” he grunted.
