Page 59

Everything hurts.

Then, it all comes back to me.

The crash.

Lore.

I try to sit up, my hand holding onto my arm, which I’m pretty sure has glass in it.

I’m in a small, musty-smelling room, alone, on a single bed mattress. There’s one window, but it has bars on it.

Shit.

Where am I?

Did someone purposely run us off the road?

I hope Lore is okay.

The door opens, and in step two people.

One is familiar, and one isn’t.

Pippa, Ora’s old neighbor and the woman I saw meeting with Aspen, and a dark-haired man wearing an Isle of Insanity MC cut. Under any other circumstances, I might consider him seriously handsome.

But right now, all I think is fuck.

“What do you want?” I rasp, wondering how the hell I’m going to get myself out of this one.

Pippa smirks, but it’s the man who speaks. “We wanted to set a trap. And you, sweet thing, are the bait.” His hazel eyes give me a slow once-over, but they don’t feel slimy for some reason.

“We tried to use Aspen, but then Haze paid off her debt, and she was sent away,” Pippa explains, a scowl playing on her mouth. “What we didn’t know is that when she left, she stole drugs and money from us.”

“That’s what you get for trusting a junkie,” the man mutters, stretching his neck from side to side.

“So now what?” I ask, wondering what they want out of this.

Revenge?

Are they going to kill me?

This is how I die? Seriously?

“Now we make a deal. They want you back. They’ll give in to our demands.” He pauses and grins. “And if they don’t, we could always use another club whore.”

“Grip,” Pippa snaps, wrapping her arm around him possessively.

You can keep him, bitch.

Grip says nothing, just winks in my direction before closing the door behind them.

The Serpents of Chaos MC swore to protect me.

Haze is with his sister, over two hours away.

Looks like now is their time to shine.

HAZE