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He rushes to my side, pulling me into a hug.
“Let go of her right fucking now,” Grayson growls, but I don’t give him as much as a glare.
“No,” I say honestly, answering Gunner’s question as I return the embrace. “But I don’t think that really matters.”
Pulling back, he gives me an almost pitying look that I return by flipping him the bird. I’m not a goddamn charity case, and I’m not their fucking bank either.
“Maybe not,” he agrees, running a hand through his blond hair. “But I’m here for you all the same.”
I nod, and when he playfully winks, I even crack a smile.
The thing is, I don’t care about the fucking money. If they’d asked me, I would have given them every cent. Especially if I could use it to buy my freedom. Hell, I’ve even already offered them money, and I felt bad that the kids at the burn unit paid the price for my dad’s deceit.
But what’s really eating at me, is that no one has had the fucking guts to tell me the ins and outs of what’s really going on, which means I might be overreacting in my thoughts. But how can I not when I’m left with nothing but half-truths?
“Tell me something, Rocco,” I say as I turn toward the Prez. “You don’t have a reason to lie to me, so I want to hear the truth from you. Why am I being held captive at your club?”
He straightens to his full height and looks at me like I’m an inconvenience. “Are you sure your delicate feelings can handle the truth?” he asks.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Very well,” he agrees. “Your dad screwed up and got caught stealing from us—”
Rolling my eyes, I interrupt him. “I know that.”
“You asked me a fucking question, so now you’ll keep your mouth shut while I answer you instead of running it like a goddamn brat.”
I snap my mouth shut.
“Watch it,” Grayson growls from behind me.
Ignoring his VP, Rocco continues. “Your lowlife dad bargained for his life with your money. Told us if we kept you alive until your twenty-first birthday, we could have all the money back, and then some. So you see, Zoe, we need you alive. Buthowwe keep you around is all up to you. Keep being a thorn in my side, and you’ll find yourself chained to a bed. But if you behave yourself, you can delude yourself into thinking you’re a guest. The choice is yours.”
“But I—”
“Not another fucking word,” he roars. “I’m risking the woman I love, club brothers, and women under my care because Gray thinks his precious princess needs her fucking shit around her to be happy. But make no mistake, Zoe. I don’t care about your happiness. So get your ass back on his bike, so we can get out of here.”
Despite knowing I should heed his warning and behave myself, I salute him sardonically while shooting him a glare. Then I watch Alana and Slayer file into a car while everyone else gets on their bikes.
Within minutes, we leave the house and this time we head straight back to the clubhouse, where Rocco calls an emergency church for the Kings.
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” Grayson almost pleads before going to the meeting.
“I’ll take care of her,” Alana sing-songs as she links her arm with mine.
As soon as the Kings are gone, she helps me upstairs with the suitcases that are filled to the brim with clothes and shoes that are way too fancy to wear around here.
“Oh my God,” Alana squeals.
She’s helping me unpack and has just pulled one of my LBDs from the suitcase.
“This one is gorgeous. Can I try it on?”
I laugh, grateful for her easygoing personality. The more time I spend around her, the more I relax.
“Of course,” I say, gesturing toward the suitcases. “Try anything you want.”
Unashamedly, she strips out of her clothes and carefully pulls the dress on. It’s sleeveless, reaching her mid-thigh. The V neck makes her tits look so amazing even I consider motorboating them.
