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Dammit! I wanted to put my fist through a wall. “She’s got big tits and an ass. That doesn’t fucking mean I can’t keep my dick in my pants.”
Blaise shrugged and stood up. “Good. Do that.”
I wanted to get away from them. I needed a fucking drink.
Blaise walked around the desk and headed for the door. “Get her checked out now. We need to know what we are dealing with,” he said, then left the room.
Gage was looking at me, and I swung my gaze to glare at him.
“What?” I growled.
“Go check her for a tracker. I’ll get us some pussy over here,” he said.
I stalked for the door and headed back to the stairs. I hoped the pussy got here fast. I was going to need it after this. My only other option was letting Levi or Gage check her, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
Five
Trinity
This was okay. It wasn’t a closet. I fought the urge to curl into a ball and rock. If I let myself react that way, I wasn’t sure how long I’d be checked out on reality. I could focus and stay calm. I looked around the room. It was massive. Almost bigger than the house I had grown up in. Definitely bigger than the closet in the basement.
Not the same, Trinity. It is not the same.
“You’re fine,” I whispered. “You got this. You survived a gun to your head. You can sit in this nice, large room and wait.”
I felt the tension in my chest tightening, and I took deep breaths. I could not go there in my head. I was in a house with killers or gangsters or whatever the hell they were. I had to stay alert. Even if Huck was Hayes’s brother. That man was nothing like Hayes.
They would check out my background or whatever they could do and see I was not in some drug gang thingy. I winced, thinking of the things they would also find. I wasn’t sure if the bogus stuff Tabitha and Roy had tried to pin on me would show up. There was no proof because I hadn’t done anything wrong. That’d all started when I threatened to tell my dad about Roy. The next thing I knew, I was getting arrested for crimes I hadn’t committed. Since I had never been charged, then that shouldn’t be on my record. The only item that might show up was the scholarship I had lost. My stomach twisted as I thought about that. No, I wouldn’t go there. I was away from that. It was over. Professor Jonathon Kilgore couldn’t do anything else to me.
I had to focus on the here and now. This situation was my current problem.
Philip had gotten me this job for Mr. Esposito. I didn’t think Philip knew the man was a drug lord. Surely, he hadn’t. Pushing that thought aside, I tried to think about the lovely decorations. It was a nice basement. I was sure the other doors led to more rooms. Glancing at my watch, I realized I had been sitting quietly on the sofa for almost an hour.
Before I had a chance to get more worried than I already was, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Huck was coming back, and I hoped he was ready to send me home. I needed a hot bath, a good book, and possibly three shots of tequila.
I watched him as he walked into the room, and his gaze found me. His neck was strained, like he was clenching his teeth. Had he been ordered to kill me?
I swallowed hard, afraid to ask. I didn’t want to die down here. Alone. Having not one person come looking for me. Dying alone and unloved was a sad way to go. There was May at the bank, who I’d gone out to drinks with twice but she ended up leaving with men she’d met at the bar so I’d stopped going with her. I doubted she’d miss my absence. Rochelle was the head librarian, and we always discussed our latest reads when I came in to clean at night. She might be considered a friend.
“Stand up,” he ordered me.
I did because I was afraid not to but I wanted to curl up in a ball and hide instead.
He stalked toward me and stopped a few feet from me. “I’ve got to check you for a tracker, Trinity.”
Okay … what did that mean? I waited for an explanation, but he continued to stare at me as his neck muscles flexed and his jaw clenched.
“Take your clothes off,” he grunted.
My eyes went wide. “What?” My voice cracked.
“You can fucking let me do this, or one of the others can do it. Trust me, you want me to do this. Gage would probably hold a gun on you most of the time.”
My hands trembled, and I had to fist them at my sides to make them stop. “Are you serious?”
He nodded his head.
“Why?” I asked, trying to think of another way to do this.
