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“Money.” He leaned against the door and studied her. “The Twelve Brothers offered quite a bit of money to get the upper hand against Phantom. No one even knew you existed until your mother died. They reached out when they couldn’t find you, and I filled them in on your whereabouts.”
Bile rose in Isa’s throat. Her mother was right to keep her away from the MC life, though a small part of her didn’t agree. There’d be no danger if her father had been a mechanic instead of MC man. “What do they want with me? My—Phantom barely knows me.”
“You know the details already. The Twelve want to expand in Ireland, and that includes Macha territory. Phantom refused the monetary kickbacks, so the Twelve Brothers had to get inventive.”
“Why wouldn’t Phantom work with you?”
Shovelhead smiled coldly. “The Twelve Brothers MC isn’t like Macha, sweet thing. They’re violent, they run drugs, and they don’t give a shit about what happens afterward.”
Isa crossed her arms over her breasts, a sudden chill tickling her spine. “Then why would you want to go into business with them?”
“I’ve been VP for fifteen years. Reaper won’t choose me as successor. I’m too old and there’s too much new blood. The Twelve Brothers offered me my own chapter. It’s a win-win.”
“They’ll probably kill you the instant they get what they want.”
He narrowed his dark eyes. “You can’t talk me out of this, Isadora, so don’t try.”
“I don’t give a toss about talking you out of anything. I just want out of here.” Her head pounded, and she reached up and felt her own sticky blood in her hair. She couldn’t force her way out, and she didn’t know him well enough to try another tactic.
“Where are Niall and Orla?” she asked, recalling her friends and their similar abduction.
“In Ireland with the Twelve Brothers, where they’ll stay until this is resolved.”
His phone rang, and he pulled it out of the back pocket of his jeans. They were covered in mud, immediately making her wonder if he had anything to do with the accident Doc left to assist with.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“You passed out last night,” Shovelhead replied, not looking up. “It’s almost noon.”
Isa racked her brain, trying to remember anything after being taken from the kitchen. It was all a hazy blob of black. If she knew how long they’d traveled, she could guess where they were keeping her hostage. Given the cement box, she assumed the outskirts of Snowshoe.
“Have they contacted the club yet?”
“No.”
Her mind went to Doc. He’d been assigned to protect her.And he left thinking I was safe.She resisted the urge to curl into a ball and cry. No doubt he’d beat himself up for the night before. She could get through this. Somehow. But none of her university studies would help. Using her wits was the only way out of this mess.
“When, then?”
“Don’t know, don’t care.”
Stomping over to him, she smacked his phone out of his hand. The older man cast deadly eyes on her. “Find out how long I’ll be in this shithole with no food, water, or loo.” She kept her gaze stoic. “Now.”
Shovelhead dropped their connection and retrieved his phone. “You’ve definitely earned the name of Macha princess, haven’t you?”
“Damn straight. Now move your arse.”
He paused, body language showing his uncertainty.
“Just because Phantom isn’t here to whoop you doesn’t mean I can’t.” She kept her eyes locked on his and hoped to God he believed her farce. Dolly taught her a thing or two, but nothing that would overpower a hardened biker.
Chuckling darkly, Shovelhead opened the door. “You’ve come a long way since you arrived. Phantom would be proud of you. The Twelve Brothers, not so much.” He lowered his voice. “Keep your smart mouth shut or they just might pass you around their MC, sweetheart. Your precious Doc won’t want you after that.”
Panic flooded Isa’s veins, but she didn’t waver. Showing her fear wouldn’t help. The Twelve Brothers were probably watching her at that very moment. “Hurry the hell up. It smells horrid in here.”
Macha’s Judas left, slamming the door shut on his way out. Isa slowly walked around the cube and searched for a hidden camera. After she came up empty, she flopped on the bed and muted her sobs in the pillow. She’d never relied on a man before coming to Colorado. Her mum made sure of it. Now, she understood why.
She couldn’t blame Doc. He’d done nothing wrong in her eyes.
