Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I growl, ignoring the awareness sizzling through my veins.
“I tossed ‘em. There are more right here.” He points to a leather duffel bag on the floor. “Some of the girls donated some stuff in case you needed it.”
“What girls, and who changed my clothes?”
His brows dip in confusion. “I did. No one else knows you’re down here other than me, my Prez, and my VP. And they haven’t been down here at all.”
I don’t know how I feel about him seeing me naked and handling me so intimately. “Then how did the girls know to give me some clothes?”
“I just told them it was for a good cause.”
I snap, “And they just gave them to you?” People just don’t give things away. Not from where I come from.”
“These girls do.”
“Hope you got a good look at everything.”
“The clothes? Yeah, they’re nice.”
“Not the clothes, Bozo. Me.”
His lips twitch, and his gaze rakes over me as if he’s seeing it all over again. “I did. But I’m a doctor. I’ve seen it all.”
Well, shit. I have no comeback for that. “How long have I been here?”
“A few days. You ran a fever and slept for a few days,” he answers, lifting my tank top to examine the knife wound. “It’s healing perfectly. How’s the pain?”
I shrug. “Not worth mentioning. But I’m starving.”
“There’s a sandwich,” he says, nodding toward the table where I found the lamp. “I brought it this morning. You haven’t eaten in a while. I guess the good drugs knocked you out.”
I look over, and there’s a wrapped sandwich and a bag of chips. Just like the dirty old warehouse, and the memories come back to me.
I fight back a snort-laugh, the irony not lost on me. “Did you steal it?”
“No, I had one of the girls make it,” he says, sitting at the end of the bed, his presence filling the space.
My space.
“Who are these girls? Your maids or something?” I say after a bite of the best turkey sandwich I’ve ever tasted.
“Biker chicks. Ol’ ladies of the patched members.”
“They cool?”
“They must be. They’re feeding and dressing you.” Nova’s smile warms me on the inside in a way I don’t understand. This world, his world, is so different than what I’m used to.
He’s right, though. They are taking care of me.
“You know, Maggie, you were having a rough time sleeping. I just want to let you know I’ve been there, so if you need anything…”
I look away, embarrassed. “Nightmares?”
“Yeah.” Nova’s gaze pierces into me, and I feel like a fool for being so vulnerable in front of him.
“Lucky me,” I say bitterly, shoving the last bite of turkey sandwich in my mouth. “Tell your homegirls thank you. This was really good.”
Nova smiles. “I’ll pass it along.”
“You’re here for another reason?”
“No. I came to check on you, but now that you’re awake, we have to talk business.”
I stare blankly and wait to hear what I’ll have to give for all this good-natured help. I don’t have long to wait.
“We need info, Maggie. Anything you know about the Bloodthirsty Devils that will help us fight them off would be appreciated.”
Appreciated? As if I have any choice in the matter. I’m locked in a dungeon, and they could keep me here forever if they want. I shake my head. “No. I don’t know you, and I don’t trust you, so I’m not helping with any of your criminal activities.”
“They have Banger’s girlfriend. They took her the day your crew filled him with bullets.”
“Yeah, I saw her.” I shake my head, unwilling to help. “It’s too late for her anyway. She’s probably dead.”
“It’s not too late. We know she’s alive, but your knowledge could help us rescue her.”
“Too bad.” It’s my problem. She isn’t my problem.
“Maggie,” he sighs. “Why won’t you help us?”
I laugh. “You’re kidding, right? As soon as I tell you what I know, you’ll kill me. Might as well skip all the bullshit and just kill me now.”
“Jesus fuck, woman! Don’t you get it? Nobody is trying to kill you,” he growls, gripping my arm tight. “At least not me. Not my MC. We helped you and kept you safe, and yet you cling to the BTD like they’re the only family you’ve got.” He shakes his head as if he’s disgusted with me. “I guess the guys were right. You’ll be loyal to them until the end.”
I pull away from his grasp and scramble off the bed with surprising ease. “So that’s your plan, huh? I don’t help, and you’re gonna kill me, right? Right?” I shout, and Nova’s haunting blue eyes meet mine. “You got nothing to say, Doc?”
I expect an immediate reaction, but he stands motionless, a strange expression on his face. I take a cautious step back, but that one movement is enough to break the silence as Nova shakes his head before storming off.