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I don’t know when the tall, dark-haired, kinky biker wormed his way into my heart, but he did. And he’s there to stay.
Taking a deep breath, I force my thoughts back on the danger at hand. The problem is that I don’t know fuck all about what’s going on. Too many questions to count run rampant in my mind. Like why did Rhiannon trick me and serve me up to the enemy? Why is my dad with the Reapers? Why am I here? Why-oh-fucking why?
And what about the other Kings and the Cunts… are they okay? For all I know, they’re all gathered together, having a good old time and not in danger at all. No, if they’re safe, they’ll know I’m missing, and Gray and Alana will definitely be looking for me. Possibly even Rocco and Cain.
Cain… wait, didn’t Rhiannon say he was meant to meet us at the car? I know I can’t trust anything she said. But it still grinds on me that I don’t know if he was part of the trap.
No, Gray trusts Cain, so I have to…
“Here we go,” the woman chipperly announces as she kicks the door open while holding a tray of food. “Aren’t you hungry?”
Forgetting my earlier mantra about biting my tongue in her presence, I scowl. “How long have I fucking been here?”
Rather than answering me, she tuts. “Don’t forget your manners, Zoe. I know you were raised better.”
I ball my hands into fists and meet her blue eyes head on. “Don’t you fucking dare speak about how I was raised,” I hiss.
Her smile grows like she’s entertained by my thinly concealed anger. “Do you want the food or not?”
As I eye the bowl of food that looks like it’s already been eaten and thrown back up, my stomach growls. Reining in my temper, I nod, and sit back down on the bed.
The first mouthful proves that the food doesn’t taste any better than it looks. It’s cold and lumpy, and I honestly don’t even know if it’s meant to be a stew or a soup.
Once I’m done eating, the woman urges me to get back on my feet. “We have to get you cleaned up,” she says, scrunching up her nose. “You can’t be there for the punishment, while looking like that.”
My blood runs cold, and I stop mid-step. “P-punishment?” I stutter. The eager bob of her head is the only answer I get.
When we reach the door, she knocks like the other times she’s exited. As she links her arm with mine, she immediately digs her nails into the soft skin on my inner arm.
“I know it’ll be tempting to run. Hell, it would make my week if you try. But for your own sake, don’t.”
With those ominous words, she drags me through rooms where men are lying passed out on the floor. If I thought my little cell smelled bad, well, let’s just say the rooms we walk through don’t have a better odor clinging to them.
“Watch your step,” the woman says as I almost trip over a girl that barely looks old enough to be legal. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, a needle sticking out of her arm, and she’s mumbling something about fudge.
As we finally make it to the bathroom, the woman holding me pushes me inside. “Strip,” she commands, holding her hand out for my dirty clothes.
“I can shower by myself,” I snarl, ignoring the danger lurking in her cold, blue eyes.
“Glad to hear it,” she says dismissively. “Now strip. If you don’t, I’ll do it for you. And I can get very handsy.”
At her words I quickly rip the clothes from my body. With each piece I remove, I become aware just how dirty I am. Dried blood clings to my legs, front and back, and I’m covered in dirt and grime.
“What now?” I ask once I’m fully naked.
The woman rolls her eyes. “I thought you said you could shower yourself. Usually, one turns on the water and gets under it.Then—”
“I get it,” I snap.
Despite the alarm blaring in my head, I turn my back on her and walk over to the rusty shower. As I turn the tap for the hot water, ice cold, reddish water comes from the showerhead. I quickly jump back, narrowly avoiding the spray.
The woman laughs. “Aww honey, this ain’t the Ritz. There’s no hot water. Hell, I’m not even sure we have clean water.”
“W-what?”
“Yep. So if you want the good, clean stuff, you have to beat everyone else here. But since it’s late at night, we’ve all used this shower today.” Her eyes sparkle with laughter, and her tone is downright condescending. “Oh, and watch out for the white on the floor. Some of the Reapers like to rub one out while they’re in here.”
Refusing to give her more to laugh about, I roll my shoulders back and straighten my spine. Then I mentally count to three before I dive under the filthy spray. Closing my eyes I tilt my head back, letting the ice cold water run down the length of my body.
