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Chapter 4
Ifucking hated complications.
Loose ends, unanswered questions, and a curvy brunette who seemed more trouble than she was worth proved my point.
We didn’t need more shit going down with the club.
It was my job as V.P. to ensure everything went smoothly, handling the bulk of shit with members and preventing every fucking problem from bugging our pres. He was fucking stressed, and I didn’t blame him. We’d struggled too much over the last couple of years. The extra bullshit with Homer only heaped more on Devil’s shoulders.
I knew in my gut taking this girl was gonna cost us. She was too fucking pretty for one. And that defiant little tilt of her chin, daring me to do anything, stirred my dick in a way that no other woman had in a long ass time. I liked rough sex and wondered what she’d do if I bent her over the desk, ripped off her clothes, and fucked her hard from behind.
Bet she’d grip my cock fuckin’ tight.
I fixed her with an unwavering stare, stealing away any hint of my thoughts or emotions, smirking at the flash of fire in her bright green eyes.
“Better watch that defiance, little firecracker.”
She didn’t reply, just lifted her chin higher. I thought she was meek when she didn’t fight us at the bar—a good little girl. Someone to easily subdue. She fooled us.
There was plenty of fight in her, and it aroused my curiosity. Maybe she’d live through all of this and surprise us.
“Best you learn real quick to obey—”
“I don’t think so,” she mumbled under her breath, interrupting me.
“—and watch that fucking mouth before things get shoved in there to ensure your silence.”
Her brows lowered as she glared at me, wisely not saying another word.
“There. Wasn’t so hard, huh?”
No reaction other than the tightening of the skin around her mouth, pushing those full, ruby lips outward and enticing my dick.Yep, this girl is trouble.
I sure hoped she didn’t cause too many issues because killing such a beautiful woman would be a shame. Not to mention that I enjoyed her fiery responses. She wasn’t predictable, and I liked that. Not a thing she said or did, or even her reaction from the moment we showed up at the bar, made any fucking sense.
Henny intrigued me, probably to her detriment.
“How long am I supposed to go without food or water?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest. “If I’m a prisoner in this room, you’ll have to provide what I need.”
She was right, but I didn’t admit it. With a shrug, I didn’t commit an answer.
She huffed a breath. “I’m tired of drinking from the bathroom faucet. It’s disgusting.”
“There’s always the shower,” I pointed out, chuckling when she cursed, stomping toward the window.
“Can I go outside?”
“No.” This wasn’t a vacation. She wasn’t doing shit without Devil’s permission other than breathing or showering. She’d get food when he gave the order, not before.
“Can I get some magazines?”
“We don’t have any,” I snorted. Not the kind she’d like.
“I need something to do. The T.V. is broken,” she pouted.
Yeah, I knew that. We swiped the batteries and disconnected the cable line to this room. No books. No phone. Nothing left to distract her from the reason we brought her here.
Amelia needed to cooperate. When that was too much for Henny, we’d let her make contact. When she broke and couldn’t handle anymore, that desperation could force Amelia’s cooperation. Until then, our pretty little prisoner received nothing.
