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Sage’s eyes locked on Axel’s hand as he keyed in the passcode at the entryway. He was either confident that she hadn’t seen him, or he didn’t care. Either way, she repeated the numbers over and over in her head like a mantra.
When the gate finally swung open, she took a deep breath.
And when the gate closed behind her?
She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to breathe again.
Despite her rising fear, she focused on her next course of action. Get him alone, get him drugged, get the info, and get gone.
Axel drove along a gravel driveway and a large ranch house came into view. It looked like an ordinary house, not a place where outlaw bikers gathered. Then she noticed the two men standing by the door, under a lone porch light, guns in hand.
Definitely not ordinary.
Axel waved to the men standing and pulled in to park.
“Cool clubhouse,” she remarked as she slid off the bike on shaky legs and onto solid ground.
“Better than your ol’ man’s,” Axel replied as he turned and stared at her. “Hellraisers got nothing on us.”
A ripple of icy panic slithered through her at the mention of the club, but Sage wouldn’t let it take over.
She met his gaze head on, no blink, no flinch.
“You got that right.,” She nodded. “Bunch of cheap, nasty fuckers. Leavin’ me like that.”
“Don’t you worry, bitch. I’m gonna take care of you. Real good,” Axel replied and gave her a creepy smile that had Sage swallowing back bile.
Was he buying her act or was he the one conning her? Had she walked into a trap she had no way out of?
“I need another drink. And a hit,” she demanded, crossing her arms under her breasts to push them up even higher.
Axel ran his eyes down her body and locked on her chest.
Like a rattlesnake striking, his arm shot out and he yanked her in close to his body. Giving her no room to pause, he leaned down and took her mouth.
No, he didn’t kiss her.
Instead, he bit her lower lip. She jolted from the pain but didn’t fight it. Then he licked her lip. When he pulled back, Sage noticed the streak of red on his lip as he tasted her.
Tasted her blood.
Her lip was sore, but she was proud of the fact that she hadn’t reacted violently, like she wanted to. She couldn’t slap him or punch him in the face, even though that’s what he deserved.
It was only a bite. It would heal.
She met his gaze again. “I can take anything you have to give. I like it rough.”
“I bet you do,” he mumbled.
“Drink. Hit,” Sage repeated.
Instead of replying, he nodded and pulled her up the stairs.
“Raven, Clint,” Axel acknowledged the men standing guard and Sage braced herself not to react to the names. “Where’s everyone at?”
One man had short dark hair and brown eyes, and as she drew closer, she recognized his face. This was Raven. One of the men that Sage suspected was involved with Rosemary’s death.
