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No one will be happier about that than his mother. There’s nothing I could ever do to convince her to like me, and now she never will. I bet she’s already lining up dates for Jordan to go out with good girls who won’t lie to him, who won’t have to sleep with another man to try and keep him safe.
I showered right after Eli left the apartment and then drank what liquor we had in the cabinet—more Fireball and a little Jack Daniels. I need all the help I can get, so I drank both hours ago.
I’ve been trying to physically and mentally prepare myself for tonight since then.
Where the hell is Eli anyway with that proof of life I’m so desperate to see? It’s like making me wait is part of his game of torture. He’s been gone now for hours.
Not that I’m in a hurry to get started. I just want to see Jordan. Despite what time we…start things tonight I’m going to insist that it ends the moment the sun comes up.
I just have to pray that Eli honors our agreement. He holds all the power, and he knows it.
I could try to follow him when he leaves in the morning, but he’s way too careful. He would notice and then he would probably punish Jordan.
He’s already warned me people will die if I call for backup from the Savage Kings or the police so that’s absolutely out of the question. I’m not sure if an entire army could take on Eli without casualties.
The only other option I have is to shoot Eli myself, not to kill but to injure so that he will cave and tell me where Jordan is being held. If I accidentally kill him, or if he refuses to tell me, Jordan could die trapped wherever the hell he is…
Just holding the gun makes me feel like I at least have a little bit of power, so I slip it into my robe pocket, even if I’m not sure I have the guts to use it.
Eli
Damn Maddie for making me promise to keep Jordan alive.
I should’ve killed him at the shop, then grabbed her and hopped on a flight back to Vegas.
But no, I had to think with my dick because I want her again. Now, I’ve spent the entire day fooling around with Jordan, talking to him for fuck’s sake, which is going to make me regret when I have to kill him.
Sure, I promised Maddie I wouldn’t, but the boy has to go. If or when Dante finds out about him, I would probably have to spend weeks torturing him, then end up killing him anyway.
It will be a mercy kill when I end his life.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself when I’m using his mouth or have him in mine.
I get why Maddie loves the biker. He’s way too easy to like, to talk to, and I know he’s genuinely a good guy. One who hides his sexuality because of the shame and confusion his asshole stepfather once made him feel.
Rather than destroy the biker boy, I want to…fix him. As if a monster like me would know the first thing about overcoming trauma when all I do is inflict it.
I push all the thoughts of Jordan away when I climb through Maddie’s window later that night than I had planned thanks to her too tempting fake husband.
“You’re not naked or in bed,” I remark when I straighten in the living room and find Maddie wearing a fuzzy blue robe, hiding her body from me. Her long brown hair is pulled up in a messy knot on the top of her head.
Goddamn, she’s so gorgeous it should be illegal.
While I’m eye fucking her, I fail to notice the weight in her robe pocket until the gun is out and in her shaking hands, pointed right at me.
“As if you would really shoot me,” I huff as I stroll up to her.
“S-stop,” she warns me, taking two steps backward. “Show me that Jordan is alive right now.”
What is it with these two kids thinking they can give me orders? Maddie gets that from her father, sure, but I don’t know where Jordan got his backbone. His tiny mother hen?
“If you shoot me, you’ll never find Jordan, and he will die.”
“Show me!”
Wow, she actually loves the biker boy. When I first found out she was living with him, pretending to be his wife, I thought she was just using him. She didn’t stay with him out of desperation but out of love.
Fuck.
