Zay is held captive by the VP, Riggs, of the motorcycle club Snakes because her ex-boyfriend, Adam Lovett, owes them money. Little does she know, she's more connected to the club than she thinks. Will she escape? Will she end up six feet under? Unve...
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They're in the back room for twenty minutes doing God only knows what. I know she won't sleep with him. The way she spoke about her feelings toward Peter, it's clear there's nothing remotely salvageable.
I can't say the same for my brother.
He falls hard, harder than most. I remember when his first girlfriend broke up with him, he was sixteen, strong head on his shoulder until then. He's easily brainwashed, and when she told him she wanted to end things, he let it happen. She said he wanted to end things, too. For months after that, he lived with me. Moaning and groaning about the woman he lost. Cursing her name, crying well into the night. I believe Zay is just like that one. Someone he'll never truly be able to let go of, not even if it's Adam's girl. My brother's obsession with being loved came from the lack of love our daddy gave us. All he cared about was the club. It's the only thing that mattered. Our mama thought differently. She loved us and cared for us until the day she died.
Died for this fucking club.
When they finally come out, Zay looks defeated. More so than she did before.
Whatever he told her ruined her even more.
They're holding hands, much to her dismay.
I get up from the booth and point at her leg. She's limping. I don't like that. "I'll take her to the washroom and clean her up a bit. She's getting blood all over the place."
Peter and Zay look down at her leg, the cut on her knee is still bleeding. He lets go of her hand and nods, heading to the bar for a drink.
I lead Zay to the washroom, all eyes on me as I go. So I play along, grabbing her arm and forcing her forward. She winces, tripping on her feet as she tries to keep up with my pace.
She's in pain and I'm making it worse.
I release her when we get to the washroom and rub her arm slightly. "Sorry—"
"Don't. I don't want to hear it."
I lift her onto the counter and rest my hands on either side of her. "Trust me, please."
She scoffs. "Trust you?" She lowers her voice, glancing at the door, then back at me. "You just told me you couldn't wait to put a bullet in my head. How the fuck can I trust you? Huh? Were you not about to leave me at my house before they showed up?" She scoffs again, shaking her head, and sucking her teeth. "Trust you."
I grab her face and hold it, staring into those hazel eyes that haven't stopped crying all day. "I thought you killed my brother. Of course, I was gonna fucking leave you. But you didn't. And I ain't gonna let them kill you over something that didn't happen."
She sniffs, removing my hands from her face. "Why didn't you let me run away?"
I sigh, grumbling slightly. "Because if I let you go, then I'd be up shit's creek. Just trying to get us outta this alive, Zay. I promise."
