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I wake up to the sound of glass shattering, my eyes snapping open as I frantically look around in search of the source.
I spot a shattered bottle a few steps from where I am lying and two men pacing the floor around it, clearly anxious about something.
What happened?
Who are these men?
A skull-splitting headache has me slowly lowering my head back to the cool floor and closing my eyes in an attempt to ward it off. My brain is foggy, but I try as hard as I can to clear it. The last thing I remember is walking around the school library and the kind librarian’s smile.
Priest.
My boyfriend was going to pick me up at the library entrance, but . . .
Kidnapped!
I whimper in pain as a harsh throb follows the memory, causing me to curl into myself. I can’t help but question if the men hit me on the head or something, but my last memory is of one of them placing a smelly cloth over my nose and mouth.
Right, they must’ve drugged me. I read somewhere that it can cause headaches and nausea, but I could have done without finding out firsthand just how terrible it is.
“What the fuck do we do with her?” a voice draws me from my pity party. I figure we must be in some kind of warehouse from the way his voice echoes in the space and the concrete floor beneath me.
“I don’t know! What was Prez thinking telling us to grab this girl? Do you know what he’ll do to us if Priests finds out where we took his little whore?” another speaks. “The Broken Chains are no match for the Steel Order. We’re fucked! We should be glad no one saw us grab her.”
Oh, they’re dead wrong about that, but since they gave me a migraine, I’m not exactly feeling generous with information.
Even so, I have no idea why they would take me.
Revenge against Priest for taking their friends? How the hell did they even find out about me and Priest?
I have so many questions, but I don’t exactly have the energy to voice them. Fortunately, I don’t have to wait long to find out.
“What do you think you assholes are doing?” a new voice barks through the cavernous space. I peek my eyes open and see a short, bulky man with a long unkempt beard and thick eyebrows. He spits on the floor as he approaches the other two men, and I notice the patch on his leather vest is the same as the one the men who’d kidnapped me the first time wore.
“Prez, what are we supposed to do with her?”
“I told you to kill her. That piece of shit, Priest, beat the hell out of my nephew. I can’t let that stand. Those Steel Order motherfuckers need to stay the fuck out our business. Those girls were going to bring us so much money, and they ruined everything. We can’t even try to get new girls because the police are onto us now!”
“What’s their problem anyway?” one of the other men asks. “It’s not like they don’t move drugs and weapons either. What’s it matter if we take a couple of girls no one cares about?”
The lack of remorse in their voices makes me want to climb to my feet and punch the men in their noses, but with my feet and hands bound and my head still swimming, I can’t exactly leave the floor.
“Ever since Priest took over, they’ve been going more and more legit. Now, those fuckers are always meddling in—”
My head whips up when I catch the distant rumble of motorcycles growing louder and louder by the second. The sound reverberates through the walls of the warehouse, sending shivers down my spine.
“Fuck!” one of the men curses. “Do you think that’s our crew?” His voice is shaky, indicating he doesn’t believe that himself.
I can feel their anxiety build as the noise intensifies then cuts off completely. The sudden silence is deafening, and the men don’t move. Finally, the one they’d called Prez walks toward the front windows, but he doesn’t make it far before the doors burst open and a bunch of armed men storm in, guns ready to fire. My jaw drops to the floor at the scene, completely forgetting my headache. The pounding intensifies in my heart instead when I notice the patches on their vests.
I would know the Steel Order patch anywhere; I’ve spent the better part of two days looking through Priest’s closet and staring at the steel, scale, and gun patch on most of his jackets.
As it turns out, I am not the only one stunned by their arrival as the three men drop to their knees, yelling for the bikers to not shoot.
“Don’t shoot, please!” one of my kidnappers yells, but my attention is not on them. Instead, it’s on the giant striding toward me with long, angry steps. He kicks one of the kneeling men on his way to me, and I wince at the pained cry he lets out.
Priest drops to his knee, taking out a knife from a sheath and cutting at the zip ties binding my hands and feet. He then proceeds to run his cold dark eyes over me to make sure I am not hurt.
“What do you want to do with them?” I catch Knight’s cold voice from somewhere behind Priest.
