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Macy piped in. “She’s super trustworthy.”
Rourke’s glare immediately turned to Macy. “Your word means shit too.”
Cheyenne glanced over at Macy, expecting to see the same fear she felt. The corner of Macy’s lips curled as she stared back at Rourke.
“You’re very tall.”
What the hell was she talking about? They were in a dire situation, with three angry bikers who could possibly kill them, hide the bodies, and be eating pancakes by sunrise, and she was making small talk. She didn’t really think Trax would do anything to harm them, but how well did she really know him?
“How tall are you?”
Rourke didn’t respond, and the others seemed just as perplexed by her question.
“I’m only five-three, so most people are taller than me, except for kids, but you, man, you have to be at least, what, six-five, six-six?” She shrugged and chuckled. “You probably outweigh us by over a hundred plus pounds, and well, let’s be honest, one punch to the temple, and we’d be well on our way to the golden arches.” She cocked her brow. “Do you really think we are gonna say anything, knowing you know where we live and who we are and we are well aware of what you all could do to us if we opened our mouths?”
Gage chuckled. “She’s got a point, man.”
Macy pointed at Gage. “See, he gets it. We aren’t gonna say anything to anyone. And really, besides a finger and some cash, we don’t know shit. Look, believe it or not, and I’m sure you can’t tell by our apartment, but we have pretty decent lives. We aren’t looking to jeopardize it.”
Trax seemed to be resolved by her speech. Thank you, Macy. Cheyenne breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived. The thing about Macy? She never did know when to stop talking, as she proved with her next admission.
“And as for the guy driving, she barely saw him. I mean, brown hair, brown eyes, and a scar down his forehead?” She shrugged. “That could be anybody.”
Oh fuck!
Trax jerked his head and stepped forward. “You said you didn’t see him.” He lunged forward, grasping her arm in a tight hold and yanked her up against his body. She reached out, about to lose her balance, and gripped his chest. Her heart spiked, and her lower lip trembled as she shook her head.
“I-It was so quick I didn’t get a great look, I swear.”
“Yeah? ’Cause the description she just fucking gave was pretty detailed.”
Macy shot up and wedged her hand between them, pulling on Chey’s arm. “Let go of her, asshole,” she shouted, and Trax gripped her wrist.
“Rourke.”
Suddenly, Macy was gone, and he pulled her into him again, his eyes furious and black as night. “You fucking lied to me.” His guttural tone made her skin prickle. “Now, you got two choices. You can either give me the details and I let you go, or you can fucking lie again, and I can send your friend in the bedroom with Rourke and Gage, and you can sit here while she screams. Your fucking choice.”
What? Oh, my God. She had watched enough movies to sense what he referenced. She shook her head in complete panic mode and caught sight of Macy’s pale face. “No, um, I’ll tell you. I only saw his face, but it was round, like maybe he was heavyset, and his eyes were brown, dark like yours.” She bit her lip, racking her brain. Her heart racing almost made her breathing shallow. Her sweaty palms glided together as she twisted her hands against his chest. She glanced over her shoulder at Macy. The panic she saw on her friend’s face brought her to tears. Fucking think! She closed her eyes, trying to see him in her mind.
“He had a beard, but only around his mouth and chin, and his nose was large or offset, like maybe he broke it once or twice.” Her eyes burned and even closed tightly, she could feel the moisture. “His hair was brown, longer, maybe shoulder length and thin, like scraggly.”
“The scar?” His voice sent her heart racing.
Think.
“It was red and raised, I think from his hairline over his left eye and down into his eyebrow. Maybe even into his lid.”
A tear escaped down her cheek as she stared back at him. He wasn’t looking at her. His head was cocked over his shoulder. Gage and Rourke stared back at him with expressions she couldn’t understand. Trax turned back and leaned into her space.
“I find out you know more, and you aren’t saying? I’ll come back.” He narrowed his eyes. “And they’ll come back. You hear me?”
Another tear escaped as she nodded. He released her, and she staggered back against the couch. Trax turned and walked to the door with the other men following. As the door closed, she jerked her head to the wall and saw Macy staring back at her.
“Looks like you’re finally getting your wish.” She sighed and leaned against the wall. “We are fucking moving.”
****
No one said a word as they made their way to the bikes and back to the clubhouse. Trax was too hyped up and riddled with guilt to utter a word. That was a fucking shit show and not how he had planned to spend his fucking night. By now, he was supposed to be balls deep in her pussy, making her scream for God. Instead, he’d left her on the verge of pissing her pants with fear. Never in his life had he been so ashamed of how he had treated another human being as he was at this moment. Fuck.
