by Sophia Gray
“Then,” I said, “assuming the man he killed wasn’t one of his own men, he knows the other crew is gonna be coming after whoever killed their guy. And there’s evidence out there somewhere of what he did. And he let you go—with the camera. And you were with me. And he got a good look at you, and a good look at me. Somebody’s gonna be watching this place now. They’re going to keep an eye out for when you leave.”
She started shaking harder. I wanted her to. Somebody had to show her how deadly serious this was. She was treating it like a game.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered.
I nodded my head. “Yeah, oh, your God. See why it’s not a good idea to leave?”
“But…what happens with my life? My job? My parents?”
I shrugged. “I guess that’s why you’d better hurry the hell up with that thing.” I glanced at the camera. “Otherwise, you won’t be seeing any of your life for a long time. Get my message?”
She nodded her head, looking like she might cry again. I turned away and left the room before she could start. Once she did, she would know I was putting on an act for her.
Sure, she was in big trouble. I hadn’t lied about that. But she needed to keep thinking of me as a brutal guy to be afraid of. If she was afraid of me, there was less chance of her coming face-to-face with someone who was really out to hurt her. I was nothing compared to them.
Chapter Six
Erica
I was still shaking long after Vince left the room. I allowed myself to sit back down, my head spinning.
Did he mean it? Was I in serious trouble? I didn’t doubt it, remembering the way that savage had glared down at me. He’d wanted to kill me. Vince was right—he would have gone back to his club by now. Men like him didn’t go to the hospital when they got the crap kicked out of them. They went back to their den and licked their wounds. I imagined him now, in a place like this, blabbing to everyone about me. About my camera and what I’d picked up on it. I wasn’t out of danger yet.
This was so unfair! I slammed my hand on the desk. These criminals got to run the city while people like me had to live in fear. I had never hurt anyone, and I never planned to. I didn’t run in the circles in which these men ran. I had no experience. I didn’t even know what a kutte was. I didn’t deserve any of this. I was only trying to get my life moving forward.
Now, I was in a position where it might be ending sooner than I’d planned.
I slammed my hand again, and again, the pain focusing me for a moment. Otherwise I would have gone off the deep end, spiraling out of control with my thoughts. I looked at my palm, still scraped and dirty. There was a small powder room attached to the office, and I went in to wash my hands.
I looked at myself in the mirror as I did. I could have been a totally different person. There were dark circles under my eyes. My skin was white as a sheet of paper. My eyes looked huge and bloodshot.
My life had changed forever, all because I was stupid enough to go to the city at that time of night, alone.
I thought about the cab driver who dropped me off there. Would he go back for me? What would he think when he didn’t see me anywhere? Probably that I was just some stupid kid who paid for her stupidity. Well, I was. I was paying, too.
My phone! I hadn’t thought about it. Where was my brain? I pulled it out of my back pocket, and groaned. Yeah, it had been in my pocket—when I fell on my butt. I crushed the screen when I did. It was useless. Great. Another chance to reach out for help gone.
But what good would it have done me? As much as I hated to admit it, Vince was right. This was the safest place for me, in his headquarters. He would protect me there until he got tired of me and threw me out, I guessed. I had to work fast to get the pics off the camera.
But none of it would make a difference if I didn’t have a computer to put the memory card in. I still had no computer. There was nothing in the office. I wondered how any work got done, then wondered again what sort of work would get done in the first place. What did they do, these club members? How did they live? I never even watched shows about biker gangs on TV.
He wanted me to stay put, but I was dying to get something more to drink. I left my ginger ale on the bar when he pulled me out with him. I had to admit to myself, too, that I wanted to get a look at these people. Who were they? What were they all about? I would never get a chance like this again. Oh, if only the damned camera worked! I’d get some amazing shots in here!
I turned the knob, slowly, not even expecting the door to open as I did. Knowing a caveman like him, he would have locked me in. But no, the door was unlocked. That was something.
I peered into the lounge, biting my lip. There were a few girls there now. Where had they been before? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. The building was big, with many rooms. They could have been servicing other members for all I knew.
Did they service Vince?
The thought flashed across my mind before I had the chance to squelch it. Well, so what if they did? It was none of my business. He was nothing to me, after all.
Untrue, I thought. He was the person who saved my life. He’d put his neck on the line by doing it, too, since now his club would be under scrutiny by the Vicious Wolves. I wondered about the history there, and remembered the fight. There had to be bad blood between them.
But why did I care if Vince was getting blown by these girls? It didn’t make any difference in my life. I didn’t know him, or them, and I would see any of them once this nightmare was over. I might even move far, far away to keep as much distance between myself and them as possible.
There were three girls there, and they all swung their heads around to look at me. They were pretty, in a flashy sort of way. I felt so intensely out of place in my baggy clothes, with my red eyes and pale skin, that I wanted to die of embarrassment.
But one of them looked at me with a warm smile. “Hey, you the girl Vince found tonight?” Her voice was smoky, rich, knowing. She looked young, but her voice was that of a much older woman. One who felt jaded after everything she’d seen in her short years. She had a lot of chestnut colored hair in thick waves down her back, and heavy eye makeup.
“Yeah, that’s me.” I smiled shakily, walking to the bar and climbing onto a stool. The camera was in my shirt pouch, and I pulled it out.
“What’s that?” another one asked, climbing from her stool to move closer. This one had black hair and was wearing a shirt so low-cut, it was nearly pointless to wear anything at all. It was a struggle to pry my eyes from her breasts—they were just out there, and it was surprising to me.
“A digital camera. I, uh, got some photos tonight of things I probably shouldn’t have. And it’s broken now, and I have to find a way to open it to get the card out.”
I had an attentive audience now, all three girls crowding around to watch as I struggled with the broken camera. They were Samantha, Tyler, and Brett. And they all seemed friendly enough. Intelligent, even. I wondered how they ended up where they were.
Brett went behind the bar. “You want a drink?” she asked.
“Yes, please. Some water would be amazing.”
“After the night you had, girlfriend?” Samantha laughed her smoky laugh. “This girl needs something harder than water. Maybe Scotch and water, or gin.”
I wrinkled my nose. A drink did sound good, though. “I’ll just have a vodka,” I said, choosing the one liquor with which I was familiar. “And a water, please.”
“Maybe a knife?” Brett asked, watching me.
“Huh?”
“A knife, to sorta jam in there.”
I considered it. “I don’t know. It’s a good idea, but I’d hate for it to slip and hit something inside the camera. Might give me a jolt. I’m really not sure. But I might end up having to go that route…or I might use it to slash my wrists.”
“Aww, why, sweetie?” Tyler put a hand on my back. “It’ll be okay. Vince will make sure you stay safe.”
“You think so? He doesn’t like me ver
y much. He might just throw me out and let the other guys have me.”
Brett laughed, shaking her head. “Not Vince. He’s true blue.”
I must have looked skeptical, because the girls laughed. “She means it,” Samantha said, taking a seat beside me. “He’s the real deal. He pretends to be all tough—and he is, in his way.”
“Yeah, he beat the crap out of that guy tonight. The one who was after me.” I sipped my vodka. It burned a pleasant trail through my esophagus and into my stomach, and I was glad to have ordered it.
“Exactly. He could beat anybody in a fight, no problem. But when it comes to women, he’s not like the others.”
The look of surprise on my face made them laugh, and I blushed. “He’s not gay, if that’s what you think she’s saying.” Brett giggled. “He’s a nice guy. A gentleman. He treats women with respect. Not like the rest of these bums.”
I frowned. “Then…I mean, I’m sorry if this is super personal…but why are you here?”
The three of them exchanged glances and shrugged. “What else is there?” Tyler asked. “My dad was one of them, years ago. He got killed. I was practically raised in the club.”
“And my brother was in the club,” Brett said. “He died, too. But I was already too deep into it. I like this life.”
“One of my girlfriends started following them when we were in high school, and I started hanging around here with her. It just sorta got to be, like, normal life. Now I don’t think I could live in the real world, you know?” Samantha looked at me with her big brown eyes, and I felt the sincerity in her words. The real world. What did that make this world?
One of the guys in the other room stuck his head into the lounge. “Yo! I need my good luck charms in here with me!”
Samantha and Tyler giggled and slid from their stools. “We’ve been summoned,” Tyler joked, and the two girls walked into the room. I remembered Vince saying something about a poker game. Was he in there now? Did he have a good luck charm sitting on his knee? Damn it, why did I care? I turned back to the camera, more intent than ever on opening it so I could end the nightmare my night had become.
“You’re not the first person he’s brought in. From the outside, I mean,” Brett murmured.
I looked up at her. “What do you mean?”
“The first girl. Not in this situation. Like, he doesn’t cruise around, looking for girls to save.” She chuckled to herself. “But he’s brought girls in. He meets them everywhere. He’s like a magnet.”
“I guess so.” I kept my eyes on the camera. It was clear she had a crush on him, from the quiet way she spoke. Trying to sound like she didn’t care, when she clearly did.
“You’re the prettiest, though.”
I looked up at her, then. She was a little heartbroken. I smiled at her.
“Believe me, and I don’t mean this as an insult, but if I never had a reason to be here, I’d be okay. This wasn’t the way I saw my night turning out. Or my life.”
“What do you do? Like, for a living?”
“I’m a photographer.”
“Duh.” Brett giggled, slapping her palm to her forehead. “The camera. Obviously.”
I grinned. “It could just be a hobby. What about you?”
“I don’t do much of anything. I hang around here, keeping the place clean. I serve drinks. They pay well.”
“Hey, good work if you can get it, I guess.”
“I guess.” She didn’t look so sure. I wondered if she really wanted to be here, or if she believed it was the only choice she had.
“Can I ask you something?” I put down the camera, looking seriously at her. I whispered, too, in case anyone came out of the room to ask for another good luck charm.
“Of course.” She was so sweet, and so trusting. She just about broke my heart.
“What’s the bad blood between the gang at the Vicious Wolves?”
Brett’s face fell. “Oh, that bunch of assholes.”
“So it’s pretty bad, then?”
She nodded, frowning. “They got three of our guys killed a week ago.”
I gasped. “No way. What happened?”
“Drug deal gone wrong. I really don’t know the specifics. All I know is it was set up by the Wolves. They don’t even try to hide it, you know?”
“Wow. Did you guys do anything about it?” Dear God, I didn’t want to be around for some war between them. Of all the times to get mixed up in this crazy world.
“Not yet. Vince wants to wait, get a plan together. Guys were pretty torn up about. They still are. He said he doesn’t like the idea of them going out and getting themselves killed because they didn’t think about a plan first.”
I wondered how much more information she could tell me about Vince. There was a note of pride in her voice. She liked knowing what was happening in his head, and was proud to be an insider. I wondered how much time she spent with him, and in what capacity. She was a very pretty girl, if a little bit lost. I could see him going for her easily.
I told myself to stop thinking about things which made no difference to my life.
“So I guess that’s why he beat that guy up so badly tonight,” I mused.
“Well, that, and if he saw you were in trouble, I know his knight in shining armor side came out. He has to help a damsel in distress.” She shrugged. “It’s just how he is.”
I shifted uncomfortably. “I’m grateful, believe me. I just hate to think of him getting himself—or any of you—into trouble because of me.”
“Listen,” she said, looking me square in the eye. “It’s not your fault they’re a bunch of assholes. A woman should be able to walk the street at night without apologizing for it.”
I smiled. “You’re right, dammit.” I swallowed back the rest of my vodka. “Pour me another, please.”
Chapter Seven
Vince
I sat in the game with a beer in front of me and a pretty decent hand of cards. The rest of the guys had been playing for a while and drinking as they did. They were all pretty sloshed. The odds were in my favor.
But I was playing like shit because I couldn’t get my mind off Erica.
I kept wanting to go out there and see how she was going with the camera. I wanted to be sure she wasn’t uncomfortable, but then I reminded myself I wanted her to be uncomfortable. I didn’t want her to make herself at home. Keeping her a little scared, a little off-kilter, would be the best route.
Then the door opened, and I looked up, thinking she was coming in.
“What are you so jumpy about?” Axel grinned at me from across the table. He was a massive guy, almost taking up two chairs. Sometimes I wondered how his bike managed to move while he was on it. But he was a teddy bear at heart, and the most perceptive of the others. He saw how jumpy I was, and he knew why. But he would rather screw with my head than come out and say it.
“I’m not jumpy,” I said, shooting him a dark look. “It’s been a long night.”
“Yeah, kicking a Wolf’s ass!” Bobby raised his beer in salute, and we all joined him.
The rest of them loved the story of how I knocked the Wolf unconscious. I’d told the tiniest details over and over. Yeah, I think I broke his nose. Yeah, probably a rib or two when I was kicking. No, he was breathing when I left him. I was sure he had to come to at some point. I got a few disappointed looks when I told that part—my men wanted a life for a life. I wasn’t willing to go that far yet.
“What about that little piece of ass you brought in?” Frankie asked, whistling. “She’s smokin’ hot.”
“For real, buddy. I’ll take care of that for you, if you want. Since you had such a long, hard night.”
Everyone laughed…except for me.
“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” I said, my voice quiet. She wasn’t like that. She wasn’t one of the girls outside in the lounge, or any of the other club groupies, for lack of a better word. She was smart and beautiful and genuine. She was classy. How long had it been since I knew a
classy woman? Since Mom died.
“What’s the story with her? Like, she movin’ in or somethin’?” Frankie was trying to play it cool, like he didn’t care either way. I made a note to myself to keep him away from Erica.
“Nah. She’s here ’til she gets the pics off the camera. Then we find out what she knows and go from there. If we have to kill the bastard from tonight, we do it.”
None of the others seemed to mind, except Axel. He was looking at me very strangely.