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I scrambled for my desk, yanking a drawer open on my way up. Yes, I was a child of God, but I was still a woman who had to be alone with men to do my job. I always kept something on me for protection. My fingers sorted out the items in the drawer before I grabbed the pocket knife.
A big hand grabbed the back of my neck. “Let go of me!”
“Stop moving or I’m going to have to hurt you. Trust me, you don’t want that.”
I turned in his grasp. The knife in my hand arched toward his face. I saw spots of blood pooling on his cheek in the dull light. A satisfied grin tugged at my lips right before he turned me back around and slammed me onto my desk.
“Bitch,” he swore. “Fuck, that hurts!”
Both of his strong, brown hands wrapped around my slender wrists. He slammed my hands down until my joints locked and the knife fell to the ground. I grunted, trying to push back against him.
“Keep squirming like that and you’ll make my dick hard,” he growled. As if to prove the point, he pushed his crotch against my backside. “Who the hell are you?”
“None of your business!”
His grip tightened, making me whimper in response. “Answer my questions or I tear these ugly damn slacks down your thighs and shove my dick up your ass. Who are you?”
I trembled. My stomach was a ball of knots as every breath I took forced my hair away from my face. “Kalli,” I muttered. “Reverend Kalli.”
“Oh a good Reverend.” He laughed. “What kind of minister goes around wielding a goddamn knife,” he snapped.
“The one that’s being threatened by a man.”
“You’re the one running down dark hallways and being difficult,” he snapped. His big hand yanked me up to my feet. “Are there any medical supplies here? First aid?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He turned me around to face him. In the light of his phone, I could make out rich, brown skin, dark eyes, and tattoos. Lots of tattoos. They peeked beneath the leather vest we wore, running up his flesh before they disappeared. Dark curly hair cropped neatly to his head, a neat beard and mustache, and thick eyebrows made him look distinguished. But there was no doubt in my mind that he was a motorcycle gang member through and through.
“Let’s try this again,” he said, snapping to get my attention. “Is there a first aid kit here? And if you lie to me I’ll make sure you hurt more than you ever had.”
Not possible, jerk. My sneer must have reached my face because his hand wrapped around the front of my throat. His grip tightened.
“Wipe that look off your face before I give you a goddamn reason to frown at me, woman.”
“Did you find her?”
My head shot toward the door. A younger man moved into the circle of light. Dark hair fell into his face and his rich, deep eyes stared into mine. He looked me over, forcing my head back and forth as I glared at him.
“Who’s this?”
“Preacher,” the man who still held me captive said.
“Your name?”
“Kalli,” I muttered, my heart racing in my chest.
“Did she call anyone?” he asked.
“Nope.” The man tightened his grip on my throat. My hands flew up on instinct, nails digging into his flesh as he choked me. He looked completely unphased. “And she won’t tell me if there’s a first aid kit.”
The younger of the two moved in close, invading any semblance of my personal space. “My brother was injured tonight,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. “And if he dies, I don’t know what I’ll do. Is there a first aid kit?”
I looked between the two of them. Finally, the man released my throat. I reached up to rub it.
“Y-yes,” I whispered. “It’s in my bathroom. Another one is in the supply closet. I like to be prepared.” I frowned. “He was shot?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and it’s not looking too good.” He tilted his head at me. “I’m Hyde. The guy that chased you down is Christian. My brother is Grimm. We’re not going to hurt you as long as you do what you’re told and help us out. Understood?”
