Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
And I thought about my escape.
I could risk going outside on the small patio area to smoke, but those Reckless Bitches lingered nearby. They were loud as fuck for my benefit, so I knew the danger I was in, which meant I was stuck in this damn room. For now.
Fuck you, Charlie.
I took another swallow, and the burning sensation of the whiskey gave me the shivers. Maybe if I got up off this filthy carpet and showered, it would clear my head. Fuck that. I didn’t even have the energy to wash up, much less escape this place. I got on my feet, took another long pull from the bottle, and set it back on the nightstand.
While I straightened up the red fluffy blanket on the bed so I could crawl back under it, I thought about Charlie. I turned on the small flat panel TV and clicked mute. In the upper right, the display read 3:30. Midafternoon. I let out a huff and crawled under the blanket, reaching across the bed for another swallow of whiskey.
It pissed me off that he’d forgotten about me. But bikers were all alike. The only thing that mattered was their MC and their money. However, for some damn reason, I believed Charlie to be a good guy. Better than that.
Why? Because he saved me. And he didn’t try to fuck me.
“Ha, yeah right!” He hadn’t saved me, not really. I was safe, for the moment, from the Black Jacks, but that was about it. And I was grateful no one had come busting through the door wanting a fuck.
But for all I knew, Charlie was with the Jacks or my father plotting my demise. Maybe even the Ashby family. I didn’t know what to believe anymore.
What I did know was Charlie and his biker club had a really strong connection to the Ashby family. He admitted as much by telling me he was attending a wedding between his cousin and one of the Ashbys, which meant my safety was temporary. Situational.
For the right price, which I was sure Sadie or Jasper would offer, I’d be in the hands of the Ashby family, who would love to send my body parts to Daddy Dearest, if for no other reason than to just fuck with his head.
But it will only work if he gives a damn, and he doesn’t.
“Fucking withdrawals.” They made me morose and emotional, which I hated about myself. The tears fell down my cheeks again, easily with my body going through the shock of detox and being locked in this room, with rabid sluts on the other side of the door, ready to beat my ass for the simple act of existing.
And acting as though I was fucking their leader.
That thought produced a small smile, but it didn’t last long because goddamnit, I was stuck. Alone inside this room until Charlie remembered he had a hostage locked away in his clubhouse, one that could be worth a lot of money if he played his cards right.
“Shit. I need to get out of here.”
It wasn’t the first time I’d had that thought in the past few hours, but it was the first time it felt urgent. Imminent. If I didn’t get out of here and fast, I might end up in a worse situation than being whored out to make a biker gang rich.
The Ashby family wouldn’t bother with whoring me out. They’d kill me. Torture me for a while to see if I could offer any intel that would help them gain an advantage over my father and his friends. And when it was all said and done, they’d kill me.
Sadie Ashby was a ruthless bitch with a cold-hearted son named Jasper.
As my sweaty skin soaked through the sheet, that didn’t seem like such a bad way to go, at least not until I got an hour or so of sleep and could think a little more clearly. I couldn’t go out like that, not after everything I’d already been through. Not after the huge sacrifice Tits made to set me free.
I had to fight.
And I would, too. As soon as I got past these fucking withdrawals.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Charlie
I bolted upright and looked around while trying to figure out what had woken me so abruptly. There was nothing disturbed in my room, and when I closed my eyes, no sounds came from inside the house.
None.
No sound was normal, usually. “Shit!” I jumped out the bed and ran down the hall to the guest room where Savannah had been sleeping. She wasn’t there and the door wasn’t locked.
“Fuck.” I’d forgotten about her. Left her at the clubhouse all damn night.
I didn’t want to wait, but booze oozed out of my pores, and I stopped for a quick, hot shower, smiling at just how pissed she would be when I got to her. Then again, pissed off was her default setting. Not that I blamed her after everything she’d been through, but it was kind of fun to see her all riled up and angry.