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“Meadow.” As soon as I say it, I wonder why I just gave this guy my real name. I never give anyone my real name.
“Well, Meadow, I was bringing you a cheese sandwich, but you knocked it all over the fucking floor when you had your little tantrum. Are you hungry? You like cheese sandwiches?”
I nod, not saying a word, not sure where this is going. If he’s going to kill me, shouldn’t he just get on with it?
“Then I’m going to get you a fresh one. And then we’ll talk.” He glances down at my tits, visible in the low cut of my shirt, growls and turns. “Don’t move, or you’ll find out how like those other guys I can be.”
***
“Open.”
“This is ridiculous,” I complain, my shoulders sagging. “Can’t you just untie me and let me feed my—”
“Nope,” he says as he shoves a potato chip in my mouth. “It’s this or nothing. I don’t have to give you anything to eat, you know. Your behavior has been fairly shitty.”
I release a sigh through my nose as I chew and swallow, then open my mouth for something else. He’s been feeding me for ten minutes now, and I don’t like the fact that I like it. I have to try and figure out a way out of this mess and getting emotionally invested in my captor isn’t the way to do that.
“So, who are you?”
“I told you, my name’s Meadow. Meadow Greene.” I figure what the hell, I’ve already given him my first name, so what the hell.
“Meadow Greene?” He shakes his head then continues, “That’s not what I mean.” He stares me down, then breaks off a bite of sandwich and pops it into my mouth. “Who are you?”
I finish chewing, swallow, then shake my head. “I’m full. And I’m nobody. Just a chancer that ran out of chances.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t buy it.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“You mentioned your mom. Where is she?”
Fuck.
“I…don’t want her involved.” I try to keep the lie out of my voice, something I good at but I usually don’t throw my dead mother into the mix.
“And it’ll stay that way, so long as you cooperate.”
“So, you’re not going to kill me?” I give him a defiant stare. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about these MC thugs it’s that you can’t afford to let your guard down for a second. Gotta keep pushing, don’t let them smell fear. It’s like having a wild animal staring you down. The second they no longer respect you, that’s when your slim chance devolves into none.
“Haven’t decided. That all depends on how cooperative you are. But I can check out your mom for a start, make sure you’re not a liar.”
That’s wouldn’t go so well…
“Yeah? You gonna check her out the same way you’ve been checking me out since I got here?” I try to deflect the conversation away from my mom.
He growls, but not before his eyes flick down over my body. I’m suddenly sorry I mentioned anything, because while I wanted to get him riled up so he’ll make a mistake, I didn’t expect this. Every place his eyes touch feels like it’s on fire, and when his gaze lands for a moment on my crotch…
Panties ruined.
Because this hulking MC fuck seems to have a direct connection to my lady parts, and I have no idea how to switch that off so I can think straight.
“Well, this is a waste of time.” He stands, leaving the plate on the filthy mattress beside me. “You get hungry, maybe you can lean far enough over to eat. You can at least try.”
“Wait, where are you going?”
“I’m going home, darlin’. Shower, change of clothes, sleep in my big, soft bed. You’re staying here, and when I get back if you’re still not in a mood to talk you’ll stay here a bit longer. And a bit longer after that.”
He turns and strides over to the door.
“Wait!” I plead, but he’s already through, closing it behind him and shoving the key in the door. A second later the light goes out and I’m left all alone.
Chapter Four
Chain
“Fucking hell, Chain, we can’t wait forever.” Troy leans over the table, staring me down. “You’ve had three days with that cunt, I say we put a bullet in her and be done.”
I growl low. Troy is the club president, and I shouldn’t be questioning his judgment, but if they think I’m going to stand by while they hurt Meadow, they’re wrong.
Okay, sure, I haven’t had as much success with her as I’d hoped. She’s still holding out on me. And if she was just some guy, or hell, even some girl, I could break her nose or cut off a finger or a toe and have her telling me exactly what I want to know.
