Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Am I worth coming after?
Truly, to them, I am nothing.
Why would they risk it all for me?
13
Six hours quickly turns to an overnighter, and I’m concerned that the bikers aren’t going to come for me. Fury, especially. Why would he after what he just found out? I could be carrying Ethan’s baby, or I could be carrying his. It’s hard to know, and our relationship is strained as it is. I’ve done nothing to make the club want to help me, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they just left me here.
Here being a fucking circus.
I think.
I can’t tell.
We didn’t drive to a motel, we drove for hours, long past what I thought we would. We’re at least three or four towns over, and when we arrived, all I could see was a huge tent surrounded by large fences with guards standing at every entrance. Even as I was pulled from the truck, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the sheer size of the place. I’ve heard of this group before, but I’ve never been to one of their shows. I had no idea Marek ran it.
I’ve heard it’s incredible.
I wonder how Acacia was caught up in this world.
Were her and Marek a thing?
“Change of plans,” Marek tells me in a smooth, calm voice as we walk into the large tent. “I have a situation I need to deal with, your bikers can get you from here.”
Assuming we’re going to just wait in the tent, I’m surprised when the man who is gripping my arm so hard, I know I’ll never pull away, leads me through the tent and out the other side. A large RV sits just outside the back entrance, and there are multiple caravans set up around the lot, as well as a few other tents, one of which is guarded. That’s where they lead me to.
When we step inside, my blood runs cold.
Never in my wildest imaginings would I ever have thought I’d see what I’m seeing on the other side of those doors.
Cages.
Like animal cages, only they don’t contain animals.
They contain ... humans.
Women.
I gasp, attempting to reel back, but I’m quickly stopped by the man hanging onto me. He makes a low, throaty sound and thrusts me forward, so I’m forced to face what my brain refuses to believe is true. Marek turns slowly, facing me. There is no expression on his face, nothing but ice-cold emptiness. “Welcome to my show, Alexis.”
Show?
Show.
I want to vomit.
My eyes roam over the cages. They’re big enough for the women to sit, lie down, and move around, but not enough to stand. They are being kept like dogs, like filthy animals. I want to scream and rush toward them, but I can’t move. Even if I wasn’t being held back, my body doesn’t want to cooperate. Everything inside me is numb, and my hands are shaking.
“What ...” I gasp because it’s the only word my brain can form right now.
“These are my captives. They make my show great. They’re amazing, don’t you think?”
Something about his tone sends shivers up my spine.
I whip my eyes in his direction, meeting his stone-cold blue ones. How can someone so incredibly breathtaking be such a fucking monster?
“They’re human beings,” I whisper. “They are not captives. What is wrong with you?”
“They’re scum, off the streets, addicted to drugs, alcohol, crime. I’m giving them a second chance.”
I laugh because it’s the only reaction that makes me sound as hysterical as I feel. “You can’t be serious?”
“Dead,” he murmurs.
“Who are you?”
He smiles now, but it’s as cold as the Antarctic snow. “Your worst nightmare.”
My entire body jerks because it knows he’s dangerous. Everything about him screams at my senses to run, but there is nowhere I can go.
This man is the worst kind—dangerous, gorgeous and scarily calm. The combination is so deadly, because it means he can do anything he wants and people will come to him, effortlessly, because they won’t see the devil behind the disguise. He’s clever and what he’s doing here should be stopped.
“Give her a cage for the evening,” Marek orders the guard holding me.
He moves quickly toward an empty cage to the left of the room. I squirm, but it doesn’t matter what I do; I’m not strong enough to escape. I yell and curse, kick and twist, but I’m powerless. He thrusts me inside and slams the door closed, locking it. The mesh is not large enough to fit my arm through, and even if it was, they’re key locked. I’d never escape. I kick the sides of the cage, the grass cold beneath my bottom as I try desperately to break free.
“I wouldn’t bother,” a voice comes from the cage beside me. “You’ll never escape.”
I shuffle and turn, staring over at the girl who spoke to me.
Her cage is fairly close to mine, and she’s sitting in the corner, her feet stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. From beneath the dim light hanging on top of this tent, I can see that she is exceptionally beautiful. The kind of beauty that makes it so foreign to see her sitting in a cage. She looks like she belongs on a throne, in a time where men would bow to her feet.