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Chapter 6
Angel
Chevron dragged me into a building with a rusty metal sign that had Twisted Metal MC scrawled across it in bright red letters. This must be their base of operations or evil lair. Hell, my brain was short circuiting after going from the fantasy of a lifetime in Adam’s thrall to being abducted by the scourge of Griffinsford all in a span of twenty-four hours. Twisted Metal MC had been a part of our town for as long as I could remember, the worst part in my opinion.
Chevron’s clamp on my arm was starting to cut off the circulation. “Things didn’t have to go down this way, Angel. If you could just be fucking reasonable, we could work something out.”
“I’m not going to prison for you assholes. I know what happens to women when they’re incarcerated.”
“We’ll just see about that. Once my old man is finished with you, you’ll be singing a different tune.”
I swallowed thickly. Did Chevron mean his father was going to torture me? What else could his cryptic words mean. I pressed my lips together as the terror mounted. Chevron shoved me into a tiny room with no windows. When I turned around, his meaning became clear.
The room was a luxurious little fuck nest. A large king side bed dominated the room. My blood ran cold when I saw restraints were attached to the headboard.
Chevron turning the lock jolted me back to reality. I scurried around the room, looking in drawers and under furniture for something to use as a weapon. When I pulled open the bedside table, my fear escalated. The drawer was full of lube and gigantic sex toys. Not comfortably big like Adam, but cartoonishly big, painfully big.
I spun around, pressing my hands to my eyes. This could not be happening. Why was it that men always used sex as a punishment for women? It was depraved. We were smaller and beating on us would probably get them what they wanted quicker. None of this made any rational sense to me.
I dropped down onto a stool and let my mind spin back to the moment they shoved me into that van. I caught site of Adam, who looked absolutely horrified, like he wanted to close the distance between us and beat the shit out of the men who were abducting me.
I’d given him a discrete gesture to stand down. He hadn’t though. Instead he’d zipped right out to confront them. Thank God, Chevron decided to get the hell out of there instead of mixing it up with my sweet boyfriend.
Something in my chest thawed. I can’t believe Adam let me in, gave us a chance. Being in his arms had been better than I ever dreamed possible. He might be a bit of grouch sometimes, but he was also smart, sweet and had a wry sense of humor.
The one and only upside to all this was that Adam was safe and sound at home, probably harassing the police to find me. From the look of this windowless room, I didn’t think that would be happening anytime soon.
Before I could think of a way to escape, the door swung open. An older man walked through. He looked vaguely familiar, maybe from seeing him around town, but I couldn’t place him. He smiled at me, and it was transformative. He’d been handsome before, but he was movie star gorgeous when he smiled.
“Sorry about Chevron’s rough-handed tactics. My son fucked this up beyond all redemption. My name is Duke. It’s nice to finally get a chance to meet you face-to-face, Angel.”
I wasn’t buying the fake smile, nor did I believe for a minute that Chevron was operating outside the box. I was here because Duke wanted me here. This man was straight up lying to me.
“I’m not angry. Miscommunications happen. If you don’t mind, I’d like to go home now.”
“I’ll see that you get home shortly. I’d like an opportunity to talk to you about a business proposition.”
“I don’t want to end up in an orange jumpsuit for laundering money for your club.”
Duke chuckled, “Oh Angel, baby, we’d never let that happen.”
His cavalier attitude was pissing me off, but I didn’t dare show it. “Maybe you could let me go and we’ll set up a formal meeting to discuss options. I’m certain that I could help you work out a solution to your problem that doesn’t involve me risking my freedom or my business.”
Duke walked over, grabbed a chair and dragging it across the room. The sound of the legs scrapping against the floor seemed like a dark foreboding. He turned the chair around right in front of me and dropped down into it. When he leaned forward, we were almost face-to-face.
“I believe any meeting can be a formal one if both parties agree that it is. Now, let’s get to know each other. Tell me a little bit about yourself.”
I swallowed thickly. He was fishing for information to manipulate me with. I’d have to be mentally deficit to hand him ammunition so effortlessly. “Why don’t you go first,” I replied conversationally. “I’ve seen you around town, of course. Have you always lived in Griffinsford?”
He leaned back in his chair and his eyes narrowed. “You’re a smart little bitch, aren’t you?”
I pretended to be confused. “I’m sorry, I thought we were getting to know each other.”
“There are a lot of ways to get to know each other. If you don’t want to talk we can go with another option.” When his eyes slid to the bed, I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Since playing nice was clearly not working, I went with shock. “Oh, you mean rape.” Looking him up and down, I added, “Strangely enough, I wouldn’t have expected a good looking man like yourself to resort to rape. Don’t you have women fighting to get into your bed?”
Amusement lit up his face. “I don’t rape women. You’re right, they fight for the pleasure of riding my cock. The thing you’re not getting is that this is not my bed, and the other men in this club aren’t interested in whether a woman is willing.”
