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She stares at me, likely shocked that I’ve said what I have. I’m being horrible tonight. Maybe it’s because I’ve hit my head, but most likely it’s because I’m scared out of my brains. Turning my back to her, I walk away, down the dark hall and toward the back of the clubhouse.
When I reach the door, I push it open and step outside. The gravel and rock hurt my feet, but I ignore it. Walking slowly, I head toward the gates. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of here without being seen, but I need to try. Hopefully, I don’t get stung by a scorpion either on my adventure.
I’m regretting the sexy black dress as I try to quickly walk toward the front gate of the long clubhouse driveway. It keeps riding up, and I have to tug on the hem every few minutes, then it rides up again, and I tug again.
Over and over.
When I’m close to the gates, I move toward the side so the man in the guard shack can’t see or hear me coming. The only way I’m going to get over the tall gate is going to be to climb it without being noticed.
I don’t know why I suddenly thought I could be some kind of stealthy girl on a mission when in fact, I cannot. Plus, I still feel dizzy from hitting my head, and I don’t think that climbing over a fence is going to help my situation, but right now, that’s my only choice.
Mainly because whoever is in that guard shack is going to hold me there and call one of the men to gather me up, take me back, and deposit me into the bedroom, where he’ll guard me until Itch comes back.
And that is the last thing I want to happen right now.
But before I can even reach for the gate, an arm wraps around my waist and a hand covers my mouth. I scream, though the sound is muffled, and I try to fight, but then I feel a mouth at my ear, and when the person who is connected to the mouth speaks, I freeze.
“I will fucking kill you, then I’ll come back here and kill all of them. Every woman, every child, and every man, including the one who married you. So, you better shut the fuck up.”
I shut the fuck up.
Even though that is the exact opposite of what I want to do. I want to scream, scratch, claw, spit, hit—fight. I want to fight my way out of this, but at the same time, I know that Dutch doesn’t threaten—he promises.
He’s going to hurt them if I don’t go quietly, and in reality, he could come back and hurt them anyway, but I’m going to try to save them as best as I can.
“I knew you’re smarter than you looked. Eighteen and perfect for what I’m about to use you for, Piper.”
Hs drags me away and tosses me into the backseat of his fancy sedan. I don’t speak as he slams the door, my eyes searching for and finding the guard’s shack. It’s empty. When Dutch climbs into the front seat and shifts the car intoDrive, I decide to ask him where the guard is.
This gate is always, always guarded, something I learned a long time ago they take very seriously.
“Where is the guard?” I ask.
Dutch starts to drive forward, the car lurching when he does, and I have to reach out to adjust myself so I’m sitting up instead of lying on my side. My head is still spinning and a little foggy. It aches, but I will not close my eyes, and I force myself to be awake and alert for this whole thing, because I am going to find a way out of this mess if it’s the last thing I do.
“Doesn’t matter. Dead, hopefully,” he replies with a shrug of his shoulder.
My heart slams against my chest. The last time I was this scared was when Dutch threw me into the car and drove me to Cyrus. The next person he gives me to, I’m under no illusion will bejusta trainer.
The next person my brother hands me to will make it his sole mission in life to rape and torture me. He’ll probably kill me and throw my body into the desert to rot. I will not allow that to happen, and if Itch cares even an ounce for me, he’ll make sure it doesn’t.
But I can’t put all my hopes and prayers onto one person.
Especially since it seems as if I’m the last thing on his mind.
ITCH
“You better fucking talk,” I grind out.
My knife is pressing against the hollow of her throat as I lean forward and look directly into her eyes. I am seconds from ending her right here and now. If I didn’t need information from her, I would without blinking.
“What do you want me to say?” she asks on a purr.
The crazy bitch is still trying to be sexy. Still trying to seduce, even in a hospital gown. “What I want is for you to tell me what you thought you were doing when you told Duke and me that you were knocked up with my kid right after I got married.”
Her lips curve up into what I assume she believes is a sexy smile. I would have categorized it as that, too, a few months ago, but not anymore. The only smile that I think is sexy as fuck is Piper’s.
I’ve neglected her smile, too busy trying to get this club business handled and finished. Trying to juggle her and Tempt’s bullshit all at the same time when I should have ignored Tempt all together and only focused on Piper.
