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Every single bit of it. I’m just here, using it. Wondering when the other shoe is going to drop, and I’ll be without my business and my man. Because I know things cannot last with Agony, no matter what he says.
This is a man who, by all accounts, has never been in a relationship before. I can hope he’ll be faithful, and my friends’ men are, but that doesn’t mean shit because I know these men who live this hard and rowdy life—they’re wild in many different ways, especially when it comes to sex.
Sex. That was one of the things I loved about the clubhouse. The sex. Now that part of the life fills me with fear. The idea of him being with, touching, or kissing anyone else will send me into a completely unhinged rage if I allow it to.
Instead, I try to be grateful for being safe, even if that means being forced to share a space with sweet butts. Lance drives through town and out toward the clubhouse. He makes a few phone calls, but I don’t listen to them.
I stare out of the window and wonder if Douglas is really here or if I’m freaking myself out. This is the second time since being in Arizona that I thought I saw him. I would tell myself it’s all in my head, but I don’t think it is.
If I know one thing about Douglas, it’s that he likes to play games. He wants to make me paranoid. He wants me to be nothing but a ball of nerves. He wants to torture me and wear me down. Douglas is weak. He doesn’t want me to be strong in any way. He wants me to be terrified.
It would work if I weren’t with Lance. If the Devil’s Hellions weren’t so badass. They aren’t going to let anything happen to me.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself over and over again.
Nothing is going to happen to me.
AGONY
Leaving Reese at the clubhouse should make me feel comforted. It’s a place where she is safe. Except I don’t feel that way at all. Maybe it’s because of what I’m going to be doing. The big shipment is coming, and we need to get some shit ready.
I also have to sometimes actually fucking work. There are jobs that still need to be done, cars that need to be retrofitted and turned into badass driving machines that someone is willing to pay top dollar for.
Just because we have this shit to handle for the feds doesn’t mean we stop trying to make this club completely legit.
But today, I’m not working on the car. That will be for tomorrow, and I’m going to put in a full ten-hour-plus workday because I need to catch the fuck up. Moving my bike through the country, I guide it toward the warehouse.
They should have half of the girls here waiting. The other half will be here soon. I fucking hate this shit. My stomach starts to turn, to flip, the closer I get to the building. I pull down the street, then ride straight up to the door of the metal building and kill the engine.
I don’t climb off my bike immediately. I stay where I am and take in the place. I’ve never been here before. This is some shit that Logan set up with the feds, or so he claims. I wonder how much of this they’re really part of or if this is just some shit that Logan is trying to pull to get recognition, maybe even a promotion.
Tilting my head, I glance around, then throw my leg over the bike and stand up straight. None of this feels remotely right. In fact, it’s never felt more wrong. And when I walk up to the door, wrap my fingers around the knob, and twist it open, I know this is really fucking bad.
Stepping into the building, I’m not surprised to see there is a small office to the side and there are several screens with video feeds from around the building. I’m not surprised in the least that the place is heavily monitored, but when I move farther inside, I notice there are cages set up… dozens of cages that look almost like large dog kennels.
And inside half of those cages/kennels are girls.
Naked.
Logan has his back to me as he watches a cage and slowly turns to face me. His eyes are almost feral as he glances around until they connect with mine. Then something shifts. I’m not sure what, and at the same time, I’m not sure I want to know what is happening, either.
I’m literally here to do a job and walk away. I never want to be part of this shit ever again. This is not my goddamn world. Never was. This is something about him that I do not trust. It’s not just that he’s Reese’s brother and an absolute dick. There’s more than that. I just don’t know exactly what it is yet.
Logan jerks his chin behind me, and I turn my head to see Bond and Duke walking toward me. Watching them, I take in the moment they realize there are cages, and those cages have women inside of them.
At their expression of surprise, at least I know they haven’t been here before, and they also don’t think this is normal procedure. This is good because if they thought this was normal, I might question the future deal they have with the Devil’s Hellions.
“What the fuck is happening here?” Duke demands.
Logan’s smile gets even bigger. I don’t know what the fuck this guy is doing. But he’s got something happening behind the scenes, in his fucking head, that he isn’t saying, and honestly, I don’t think I want to know.
“This is what you have to do when you have a large shipment,” Logan explains as if the girl beside him isn’t a fucking human.
She doesn’t say anything, her naked body trembling as she crouches in the corner of her kennel/cage thing. Taking her and her space in, I realize she’s got a goddamn bucket in the other corner. Not that the space is large. She can’t even lie down in it or stand up, for that matter.
“Why did you call us here?” Duke asks before I can say anything. Because I’m ready to fucking say something. I wouldn’t treat an animal this way, let alone a goddamn human being. “To show us how you have women caged up?”
Logan chuckles. Thankfully, he’s not offended or pissed off, though I’m not sure I would care if he fucking were. I run my fingers through my hair in hopes of calming myself.
