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He closed the distance between us, and I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. “I can only protect you as long as you do as you’re told. This isn’t an option. I brought you into our home without knowing if you’re a liar or telling the fucking truth. If you are wired, then it’s my fault. If someone can track you here, it is my fault. You were Hayes’s, which puts you under the family’s protection. Unless you are working with one of our enemies.”
Okay. So, I had to strip in front of this man or possibly die. I could do this. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d taken my clothes off for an audience, although that had been another mess I hadn’t meant to happen. This was just the first time I’d be doing it for a man I’d watched kill someone. I took a deep breath and focused on a dark spot on the floor. This was a technique I’d learned as a kid. It helped me handle things I didn’t want to do. Things I shouldn’t have been forced to do.
However, this was a little different than the horror that I’d lived as a kid. Huck wasn’t Tabitha or Roy. The idea of this man seeing my naked body was a completely different situation, but it was still uncomfortable. The main reason being, he was a massive wall of muscle without an ounce of fat, and Gage was right. My ass was fat. It had always been too big. No matter how much weight I lost, my waist just got smaller. My rear end did not.
My hands were shaking as I pulled the T-shirt I was wearing up and over my head. I refused to look at him when I reached for the button on my shorts and unfastened them, then slid them down my legs before stepping out of them.
Huck picked up the shorts and inspected them, then laid them on the sofa before doing the same with my shirt. When he laid it on the sofa, I reached for it to cover myself back up when his fingers wrapped around my arm. My eyes shot up to meet his.
“The rest of it,” he said tightly.
“You … you want me to take off my bra?” I asked.
“And panties.” It sounded like a command.
Oh crap, crap, crap. I took a few moments to try and calm myself before reaching for the clasp behind my back. Slipping it off my arms, I stared at the floor and held the bra out to him so he could inspect it. I couldn’t watch him as he looked it over.
The panties. I had to take off the panties. Oh good Lord, this was not happening to me.
You want to live, Trinity. You need them to trust you.
I decided to do it quickly and get it over with. I stepped out of them and handed them over, keeping my eyes down. I shivered as I stood there, hoping he hurried.
“Lift your breasts. I need to see under them.”
I knew my nipples were hard, and I was sure he could see them, but the fact that I had to touch them and draw attention to them made my body flush. I didn’t meet his gaze as I held my breasts in my hands and lifted them up for him to see underneath.
“Turn around. Hold your arms out beside you,” he said in a husky tone.
“Why?” I asked in a whisper. I didn’t want him to see my butt. It had dimples in it. The humiliation was just getting worse.
“I have to check you for a tracker,” he bit out.
“On my body?”
“Trinity.” His tone was a warning.
Okay, fine. I could survive this. Maybe they’d let me go after this, and I would never see him again.
I turned slowly, biting down on my lower lip so hard that I tasted blood.
I felt his body come up behind me, and I stiffened. What was he doing? My heart was racing in my chest, and I began to tremble.
“Spread your legs and bend over,” he said.
I looked back over my shoulder at him, but he didn’t meet my gaze. His eyes were on my ass, and the heat I saw in them made me feel things other than humiliation. I was apparently a bad person. I should feel nothing but embarrassment right now. Jerking my head back around, I opened my legs and leaned forward. I held my breath, wondering if he could see the wetness between my legs.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath, and I closed my eyes, feeling a tingle as if he’d touched me with more than his gaze. “Get dressed!” he demanded, and I straightened, turning to see his back as he walked away.
I wrapped my arms around my waist and stood there until I heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut. Moving, I went to get my panties and dressed myself. There had been no trackers on my clothes or body. I knew that. I had proven myself. Surely, he’d come back soon and let me go. I could lock myself in my apartment and try and forget this day had ever happened.
Once I was finished, I sat down on the sofa and waited. I would not check out on this. I would not.
“You stay alert,” I told myself. “This is not a place to have an attack. You will be leaving soon.”
Time ticked by, and he didn’t return. What was taking so long? Why was I still here? I kept looking around to remind myself how large this area was. Not a closet. I wasn’t locked in a closet. I was fine. I was going to be fine. The cold sweat started to creep over me, and I stood up to walk around.
“Get control of yourself.”
