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Lynx took two steps up the stairs.
I fisted his cut as fury ignited in me again. Was he insane? Blind? Heartless? “No! Nothisroom.”
“Babe, it’s your room too.”
“No it isn’t! Please,” I cried out, unable to hold myself together. “Take me to a guest room.” As if I’d ever want to be in Storm’s room after he had that wench in it.
“But he’d—”
“Please,” I begged like a whimpering child. Didn’t he care that Storm cheated on me? PerhapsIwas the fool in this equation. It wouldn’t be the first time, but it sure as hell would be the last.
“Take her to a goddamn guest room if that’s what she wants!” Track snapped at Lynx. I would be eternally grateful to him.
“AJ! Go with Lynx. Guard Madeline’s room.”
Guard my room? I was a prisoner now?Peachy.
“What happened?” AJ asked.
Lynx grunted, jerking his head toward the kitchen. I was shocked no one else was around—a small blessing. Instead of abject humiliation in front of dozens, it was only in front of a few.
“I don’t want to see him,” I muttered as Lynx stomped down the steps. His grip tightened around me. Probably in frustration, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything.
“He’s the prez. Can’t stop him from going into your room.”
Shit. Storm was the last person I wanted to ever see again.
“Room four,” Lynx rasped to AJ. “Tell me what you need, Angel.” He stopped at the door so AJ could open it, then set me on the bed. Lynx looked wholly undone. His hazel depths appeared tormented, brows furrowed beneath sweat. I eyed the scratches and dried blood on his hands and arms caused by me.
“Don’t call me that. My name is Madeline.” I gritted my teeth, reaching for the box of tissues. “You’re holding me against my will. Let me out of this goddamn place. That’s the only thing I need, Lynx.”
“Jesus Christ.” He scratched the back of his blond hair, eyes darting to AJ. “Grab a few bottles of water.” Lynx turned toward me after AJ dashed off.
“No white bread for the prisoner?”
“You’re not a prisoner. If you want something else, we’ll get it for you.” He stared into my eyes with compassion. It didn’t matter if he felt bad, he was one of them, a Knight. Loyal to only Storm, the club and his brothers. I didn’t truly matter.
“I’d rather die than take anything from any of you heartless, soulless bikers. I thought you cared about me. I thought you guys had at least one decent bone in your body.” I shook my head, sniffing back my runny nose. “This is on me for trusting Storm. Just leave me the hell alone.”
Lynx blanched as if sucker punched. After marking him up with my nails, I should’ve felt awful, but I didn’t. He was locking me in a room against my will. I hated him and the rest of the bikers for staying loyal to that bastard Storm.
“If you need anything, AJ will be at the door.” Lynx dropped his head and left the room. After AJ placed the bottles on the nightstand, Lynx locked the door from the outside.
I launched off the bed. Screaming, I banged on the door, knowing full well it wouldn’t do a damn bit of good. I just needed to hit something. Whirling around, I took in the Cracker Jacks Box room. I imagined it was slightly bigger than a prison cell—sans a urinal hanging on the wall.
Fury and heartache flooded my veins. I went to the small window, bending the aluminum blinds to see if I could get out through it. No luck. I screamed again, reaching for the small lamp on the nightstand. I launched it at the mirror above the chest of drawers.
My knees buckled, falling onto the dingy industrial tiles. Carla’s sneering face pummeled my mind, driving me insane. Images of Storm touching her, licking her, and fucking her lashed at my raw heart.
Storm. He wasn’t my KC…Kaleb. The boy I loved most of my life. No, he’d changed.
Today was proof. Kaleb Knight no longer existed. He’d changed over the last twelve years. Not only in appearance, but he wasn’t the same person who would protect me with his life. He couldn’t be trusted or faithful. On so many levels, he’d shown me what a remarkable man he was when he wouldn’t let anyone else see. But my one rule, the one thing I swore to myself I would never stand for ever again, Storm shit on it.
Whatever were his excuses, they didn’t matter to me. If he had a weak moment because of learning who I was, if that was what sent him over the edge, I didn’t care. If he felt deceived because he thought I knew who he was all along, so he drowned himself in booze and Carla’s pussy, I didn’t care. He could have all the excuses in the world, grovel, plead and cry, but I would never, ever forgive him. Never take him back after this betrayal.
I was done with this whole outlaw MC life. Done with theirI am the kingmisogynistic life. If Dane taught me anything after treating me like shit and beating the crap out of me, it was nobody would rescue me from my situation. It took me months to realize I had control of my life. After I’d mustered every ounce of courage I could, I got out from under his abusive fist. I was done being a weak doormat and his punching bag.
Just as I was done with Storm.
Crawling on the floor to the bed, I hoisted my weary body onto it and curled into a ball. Tears soaked the pillow as I mourned the loss of my childhood crush, KC, all over again.
Stormcould burn in hell withhiskitten.
