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“No, you’re not!” I say, suddenly aware of the people watching the show as he carries me through the bar. “Don’t add lying to your other sins.”
He sets me down in the middle of the bar, and I take off again toward the door. I don’t make it three steps before Wilder is in front of me. Like a brick wall. Again. Tossing me over his shoulder. Again.
“Behave,” he says and smacks me on my ass before continuing back to the room where I’m destined to stay until my time runs out.
Wilder kicks the door shut and tosses me on the bed, where he then stands over me to see if I’ll try to take off again. “Are you ready to be reasonable?”
I let out a very unladylike bark of laughter. “The guy who kidnapped me and locked me in a room is talking about being reasonable. What a fucking joke.”
I turn on my side and give Wilder my back, sick of this same old back and forth. I don’t have to like being at his mercy, but that’s the current state of things.
He lets out a loud sigh, and I feel the bed dip beside me.
“Someone in the Iron Kings went through a lot of trouble to set my MC up for human trafficking, and we don’t do that shit,” he says vehemently. “Gia and I have been working hard to find out the depths of the frame job and who did it. On top of that, according to you, they’re gearing up for war, and we’re the enemy they’re lining up against.”
“I don’t care,” I tell him softly.
“I’m getting that,” he says, his voice tinged with amusement. “But you might know more than you realize. All we want is a conversation or two to find out for sure.”
I let out a low, shaky breath. “And when you realize I have nothing of importance to offer, then what?”
“Then we’ll let you go, but only when it’s safe to do so.” Wilder’s hand is big and warm when it lands on my thigh. “Maven, we captured their President, and that’s some serious shit. If they even suspect you’re involved with us in any way, you are a target.”
I jackknife up at his words and shoot an angry glare at him. “Well, the only reason they would think that is because you waltzed into my shop like you owned the place and then brought me to your headquarters!”
“None of which I can undo now. Just talk to me, Maven. Please?”
It’s the plea that gets to me. Instead of using fists or coercion, he uses manners. Works every fucking time.
“Look, Wilder, I don’t know anything, and even if you think I might, I have to think about myself. My shop and my life, none of which you and your club actually care about.”
“You’re wrong,” he says quietly. “We do care. And I’m sorry that we’ve put you in this position, but we need your help.”
I shake my head and push away from him. “I can’t do this.”
I get up from the bed and start to pace the room. This is a bad idea. I can’t get wrapped up in their problems. I have enough of my own.
But then Wilder speaks, and his words stop me in my tracks. “Maven, if we don't stop the Iron Kings, they're going to war with us. And if that happens, a lot of innocent people are going to get hurt.”
I'm not sure what to say to that. I know he's right, but I can't shake the feeling that I'm in over my head.
Wilder must sense my hesitation because he comes to stand in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "Just talk to us, Maven. That's all I'm asking. We'll protect you. I promise."
I'm not sure what to say. I don't want to be a part of this biker war, but at the same time, I'm not sure if I have a choice.
And the thought of talking to him—or any of the Reckless Souls—is petrifying. “What do you want to know?” I whisper.
He pauses for a beat, and I can sense his relief.
“Everything.”
Chapter Ten
Wilder
“You’re serious?”
She shrugs and turns her back on me again, which I don’t mind because it gives me a great view of her heart-shaped backside. “I said okay, didn’t I? What else do you want from me?”
