Trix
ADDY LETS out a long sigh and plops down on the bed. “So that’s the man you’ve been dreaming about since you were a kid?”
My mouth drops open as I stare at her. “Why the hell are you so calm all of a sudden? You were bawling like a baby in the van!”
She swings her legs up on the bed and gets comfortable. “Well, I was scared shitless then, but as soon as I heard Boz’s name, I knew we would be okay. No way would the man you talked about all the damn time hurt us.”
Since the first time I met Boz, I’ve told Addy all about him. She knew about the childish crush I had on him and about the night I nearly gave him my V-Card. She also knows that I’ve been comparing every man I’ve met to him since then, and none have made the cut.
Letting out another sigh, she changes the subject. “What’s going on, Trix? What the hell do we have to do with your dad’s problems?”
I’m at a loss for words. I’ve been trying to figure that out since I woke in the van. “I don’t know, sweetie, but don’t worry. Dad will get us out of here.”
I look around the room, seeing if there is anything we can use as a weapon. All it has is a bed and a dresser. Getting up from the bed, I walk over to the dresser and pull open the drawers. Each one is empty, of course. There are two other doors; the first one leads to a closet. Somehow, the bags of stuff we bought at the mall are sitting on the floor. Other than that, it’s empty. Those fuckers didn’t even leave a hanger behind. The second door leads to the bathroom. It isn’t anything special, just standard issue clubhouse toilet and shower. There are a few ratty-ass towels, a bottle of shampoo, and some soap. Those fuckers are crazy if they think I’m stripping off my clothes, even if there is a lock on the door.
After searching the entire room, I go back to the bed and sit beside my best friend. “It might not be pleasant being stuck here, but I think we’ll be safe.”
“I know,” she says, sitting up. “I’m not really worried, as long as we get out by Monday. I don’t want to miss finals.”
Running my hand over the sheets, I say a silent prayer of thanks that they are clean. “I don’t know if we’ll make finals, but surely being kidnapped is a good enough reason for our professors to let us make up the tests.”
She lets out a laugh and says, “I would hope so.” It doesn’t take long before she grows serious and says, “I need to talk to my sister. She’ll be worried to death about me.”
I lay my hand on her back and remind her, “I’m not sure they give a shit about what we want.”
“Trix, you don’t understand. It’s important. You gotta talk Boz into letting me make a phone call. I won’t tell anyone where we are, but I have to let my sister know I’m not gonna be around for a few days.” Her voice rises with each word she says.
“That’s not gonna happen, and you know it,” I say calmly. “Please, Addy, stop asking for something I can’t give. Just give me some time to try to come up with a plan.”
She finally nods. “Okay, but I reserve the right to bring it up again later.”
“Fine, we’ll talk to Boz soon about calling your sister,” I say, knowing it will not work. There is no way he is gonna let us call anyone.
Changing the subject again, she asks, “Do you really think your dad will know you are gone?”
“Oh yeah,” I reply with a fake smile.
I don’t tell her that he’ll only know because Boz or one of his men will tell him. A hostage is only good when they are being used to attain your goal. If Boz kept us here and didn’t tell Dad, he wouldn’t gain shit but two women. I’m not stupid, and I realize that would be enough for some men, but Boz isn’t the kind of man to force himself on us. I can’t say the same for Crank. Hopefully, Boz has enough control over his boys to keep us safe.
“Do you think we should just wait for your dad?”
I nod at her. “I think our best bet is to just stay put until Dad gets here, but if the opportunity comes to run, get the hell out of here and don’t waste time waiting on me.”
She looks at me curiously. “What are you talking about?”
“If you get a chance to go, take it, but only if you’re sure you’ll make it. Don’t try anything stupid,” I order her, hoping she understands how important my words are.
“I’m not leaving without you,” she states, shaking her head.
“More than likely, we’ll walk out of here together. All I’m saying is, worry about yourself,” I say, trying my best not to sound nervous. “And if you do get out, do not call the cops.”
“What?” she whispers, staring at me in horror.
“You call my dad and only my dad. Don’t call your parents, your sister, or anyone from the club— not one person but Dad,” I tell her, giving her hand a squeeze. “If Boz and the boys think the cops are involved, this will get a hell of a lot worse, so do what I say.”
She nods her head. “Okay, I’ll do what you say. Neither you nor your dad has ever let me down, so I trust you.”
I get up from the bed and walk around the room again. Finally making my way to the bar-covered window, my eyes land on the closed gate. Beside it, two armed men stand guard. Even if we made it out of this room, we’d never make it past the guards. Giving up the idea, I turn around and see Addy on the verge of another breakdown.
“Our stuff from the mall is in the closet, and there’s towels and bath shit in the bathroom. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Maybe being clean will make you feel a little better,” I tell her as I move around the room, trying to look like I have my shit together.
“Yeah, I’ll do that,” she tells me as she goes to her bags and gathers some clean clothes.
Just before she steps into the bathroom, I shout. “Make sure you lock the door.”
She doesn’t reply, simply nods her head and closes the door behind her. A second later, I hear the click of the lock. Knowing I’m finally alone, I let out a defeated sigh. No matter how I act or what I say, my ass is scared to death. Growing up with my dad and the boys has given me some clue of what to expect. Boz may be the good guy I thought he was and just hold us until Dad shows up, or he could hurt us really bad in that time.
I’m lost in my thoughts, when I hear a key in the door. My body instantly goes alert as I prepare for whatever is coming. My only hope is that it is either Boz or Brew. My prayers are answered when Boz walks in with a cocky smile on his face.
I instinctively jump from the bed and ask, “What do you want?”
“I was just checking on you, Trix,” he says, walking over to me. “How are you doing?”
Placing my hands on my hips, I shoot him a glare. “How the hell do you think I am? You had me and my best friend kidnapped.”
He shrugs his shoulders and says, “You know I don’t plan on hurting you, so it could have been a hell of a lot worse.”
“From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look too damn good,” I snap, taking a step away.
He places a hand on my arm, forcing me to stand still. “I see you still have as much fire as you used to.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him, crossing my arms and trying to avoid looking into his gorgeous green eyes.
“I’ve heard and seen things over the years, darlin’. Just because you weren’t aware of it, doesn’t mean that I wasn’t paying attention. There’s been plenty of times I’ve seen that spark that you’ve got. Your attitude lets me know you still have it inside you,” he says with a smile. “I’ve always wanted a woman with fire, and I plan to get me some of that right now.”
His tantalizing scent reaches me, just as I reply, “You need to go find someone else, because you aren’t getting anything from me.”
He chuckles and asks, “Do you need anything?”
“Other than to go home, no,” I reply, finally looking at him. “You could tell me why you decided to kidnap Addy and me.”
“I didn’t want your friend, but she was there, so my boys had to grab her too,” Boz says with another shrug of his shoulders.
“That still doesn’t answer my question.” I try to step back, but his hold keeps me in place.
He looks at me a second before he finally nods. “I was supposed to take possession of something a few days ago. Instead, someone from Revenge MC got their hands on it.”
I know he’s not telling me everything, but it’s more than my dad would have shared. “How do you know it was one of my dad’s boys?”
“A brother says one of your father’s men ran him off the road and stole my merchandise,” he explains, but his eyes don’t quite meet mine. “Until your father makes good on the stolen property, you and your friend are stuck here with us.”
“That makes no sense. And, like I said before, this has nothing to do with me or Addy.” I know I sound whiny, but who gives a shit?
“I figure you’re enough collateral to get him to realize I mean business,” he says with a shrug.
Finally pulling away from his hold, I step away from him. Pacing back and forth across the room, I start to rant. “Let me get this straight. You have no proof whatsoever, besides what your brother said. You didn’t go to my father, didn’t ask him about any of this. Instead, you kidnapped me and my friend?!”
He reaches out and grabs my arm, forcing me to look at him. “I have to trust my brother’s word.”
“Well, let me tell you something. I know my father, and I trust him with my life. This is not the type of shit he does. If he or one of his boys stole your merchandise, they wouldn’t have left any witnesses breathing,” I tell him before yanking my arm out of his grasp.
“We’ll see, when I talk to your dad. Until then, we should make the best of it and enjoy our time together,” he tells me as he grabs the back of my neck.
I lay my hands on his chest, attempting to push him away. Instead, he forces me to the wall and places his mouth on mine. The kiss was so unexpected; I can do nothing but gasp. His tongue sneaks into my mouth, sliding against mine. His taste is intoxicating, just the way I remember it. I lose myself for a moment and just enjoy the feeling of his soft lips on mine again.
He moves his hand from my neck to my hair, fisting it as he controls our kiss. His free hand grips my hip as he rubs his hard cock into my lower stomach. Loving the effect I still have on him, I can’t stop my hands from running down to his rock-hard ass. Our kiss deepens, and I pull him closer to me, grinding my pussy against his leg as memories of our time together fill my mind.
His hand moves from my hip around to my ass as he lifts me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. My hands go up to his dark brown hair, grabbing a handful of the silky locks. He lets out a moan against my lips that causes a wave of pleasure to rocket through my body.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to breathe. Nothing has ever felt better than Boz, not then and definitely not now.
“Yes, it sure as hell does. I haven’t felt anything this good since the last time you were in my arms.” He draws in a deep breath of his own. “ You’ve always been able to get my dick hard as fuck, darlin’. I need inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
He moves in and starts kissing me again, but his words break my lust-filled haze. I bite down on his bottom lip, just enough to get him to move back an inch, and mutter. “No, I can’t do this.”
Suddenly, what I’m doing hits me. I can’t be this stupid, no damn way. I forgot for a minute how pissed I am at him. He called my dad a thief, and kidnapped me. Now, I’m about to fuck him? I can’t be that stupid, no matter how long I’ve wanted to be back in his arms.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” he asks, trailing kisses down my neck. “I sure as hell don’t want to stop.”
I push on his chest as my legs drop to the ground. “Yeah, I do.”
He steps back and looks at me for a second. His hand goes down to adjust his hard cock. “Whatever you say, Trix.”
With those words, he turns away and walks out of the room, leaving me wishing I hadn’t turned him away.