Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Creepy yes. But batshit insane? Also yes. Holy crap. Did he forget that getting drugged was how this whole thing started for me?
“You can just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. You can’t just keep me here forever.”
He laughs. “It doesn’t have to be forever. Just until you have time to calm down and accept your new situation. I don’t think it’ll take long. This room is a bit drab, but when you earn the right to use the rest of the house, I think you’ll be quite pleased.”
I keep expecting him to lunge at me or something, but he seems happy to just sit there and watch. If I try to run, what happens then? Half of me wants to try, the other one is convinced he’s going to take it extremely personally. I haven’t been here long, what I need to do now is buy myself time for the guys to figure out where I am.
“What does Mom think about this? She loves you.” Maybe. I don’t know, but he doesn’t seem hung up on reality.
“Sheila? Don’t be ridiculous. She’s just an older, inferior version of you. All it took was a little flattery and some money to make her do whatever I wanted. You deserve better.” He pats the bed next to him. “Come sit with me. I know this is stressful, but if you give me a chance I think you’ll see we have a lot in common. We have all the time in the world.”
I almost feel sorry for Mom, even with everything that she’s done. She’s so desperate for validation that she’s willing to do whatever it takes just to earn the attention of a man who doesn’t even like her. “I’m fine over here, thanks.”
“What do you think is going to happen? Miraculous rescue by your biker friends? They don’t even know where we are.”
I have to try. Launching from the wall, I make a run for the door. If I can just get through it, I can—
His strong arms catch me and pull me back towards the bed. “Quinn, I’m disappointed. You know better, and I can’t have you running off like that.”
“Let… me… go!” I try to kick him, but he deflects it and twists, throwing me on the bed. I roll onto it and sit up in a crouch, waiting for him to come at me. He doesn’t, just stands across from me and shakes his head.
“I didn’t want to start our relationship on such a sour note, but maybe you need some incentive to stay put. What would you say if I told you your brother is alive? That he’s been alive this whole time, working for me.”
I blink. What’s his angle?
I have to assume he doesn’t know that Axel already revealed himself to us, which means they are connected in some way. “I don’t believe you.”
I need to buy time while I think, so I play it straight. If there’s anything I do know how to do after all, it’s act. “He died ten years ago. I was at the funeral.”
“And it was very touching, wasn’t it? Too bad the ashes weren’t his. I know, because I’m the one who saved him. I gave him a new life. A chance to prove himself and to grow. Even if you think there’s a tiny chance I’m telling the truth, shouldn’t you listen to me? Cooperate and I’ll make sure you get to see him again. Unharmed.”
“All you want me to do is listen?” I cross my arms over my chest and try to look tough, but inside I’m screaming in horror.
“I’m not going to blackmail you into sex if that’s what you’re implying. That will come with time, as you grow to understand our bond. But I can’t have you running away, so here’s my proposal. Give me a real chance, and I won’t hurt your brother. Or keep fighting or trying to run and I’ll take pieces out of him until you change your mind.”
Bile rises in my throat. Does he have Axel? Should I have gone with him yesterday? Or did I waste the only chance I had to talk to my brother before this madman chops us both up into bite sized cubes?
“If you can bring me proof that Axel is alive and unhurt, then I promise I’ll cooperate.”
He squints, studying me. “Alright, I’ll—”
Something out there explodes.
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Chapter 34 - Axel
I was hoping to never come back here. The Reapers hideout isn’t on the scale of the Outlaw Sons compound, but it’s not small either. Tucked away on an isolated property outside the city, it’s made up of renovated buildings from when it was a working farm. I lived here the first year after my “death”, but Romero mostly kept me away from the city since then. I only come back a few times a year so he can make sure I’m still behaving and remind me why I don’t rebel.