“My name is Dani. I’m from the Midwest.”
Ah, I finally have a name for her. Dani, I say in my head. Fuck, her voice calling out my name as I pound into her sends chills down my body. Her original origin does surprise me. Well, I guess it would if I believed that’s really where she’s from. Her exotic coloring and dark eyes and hair don’t scream small-town USA Midwestern girl to me, but hell, I could be wrong. She does a have a slight accent to her voice that could be construed as being a bit southern, but we live in California. No one is who they say they are out here. Raze finally asks the question I’ve been dying to ask her. I listen intently to her response, hoping to detect a lie. I slide from the wall and crouch down in front of her, studying her eyes. She shakes at my nearness, but this way I can watch to see if her eyes give away her lies.
“How’d you end up in that abandoned house next to the salon?” Raze asks her. Come on, baby, give me the answer I want. Tell him you’re a spy for Twisted Tribe. Reveal all your secrets now.
“I’d answer him very carefully, Dani,” I tell her. “You don’t want to lie to the likes of us. You won’t like the consequences.” Raze warns me off again from my questioning. He has no clue how much he’s pissing me off every time he does that. This Midwestern girl might just be more inclined to answer someone who isn’t trying to bait her with sweet honey. She stares intensely at me as she answers him.
“A group of Spanish men kidnapped me from my bed as collateral for something my roommate had done. They locked me into a car’s trunk after they beat me into a blackout, and I escaped the first chance I had. I hid out in the abandoned house. I was trying to wait them out to go back to my apartment to get my things before I walked in on a man setting fire to the salon next to the house. I put out the fire so no one would come searching the neighboring buildings and find me.”
You’re fucking kidding me, right? Does she honestly think we’re that stupid to fall for that? “You don’t buy this crock of bullshit, do you, Raze? I ask. “Sounds a little too convenient for me.”
Raze waves me off a third time, which incites further rage. If he’d just let me handle this my way, we’d have our answer and she’d be as worthless as an old whore’s worn out cunt. We could wrap this up a lot quicker if he wasn’t playing story time with the bitch. She goes on and on about Voodoo finding her at the house next to the burned salon and that she was trying to help him, but it isn’t until she describes Twisted Tribe’s cut that my attention is drawn to her again.
She describes it basically, but it’s enough of a description to verify what we could pull from the back camera on the salon before the smoke covered the lens. Her eyes show me that she thinks she’s telling the truth, but it’s just too easy of an explanation to make me believe her.
Sure, she may be innocent, but until I can prove it otherwise, I’ll be watching her every step. Raze lays down the rules we discussed as a club with her. She’s a prisoner within the walls of the clubhouse, which makes it easier for us to keep an eye on her. After Slider dropped her off in our nicest interrogation room, I pulled him aside and assigned him to spy duty. He’s quiet enough that she won’t notice him hanging around if we let her go any farther than the salon. It pisses me off Maj threw her protection net around her because it limits my ability to get information out of her. Slider’s good with the ladies so he may be able to charm her out of the information and her panties for good measure.
Jesus, my hands clench at the thought of Slider touching her panties. This woman is going to be the death of me, and she hasn’t a single clue. Raze steps out of the room after giving her the rundown of the rules, but I’m not through with her yet. I grab her tightly around the arm and jerk her back to face me. She’s going to know that I am dead serious in the threats I delivered.
“Don’t think for a single moment that I’m not watching you. If you are a traitor, we’ll know long before you know we do. Don’t let that night at the bar cloud your opinion of me. I’m not a good man, and yes, I wanted to fuck you that night, but the only thing of mine that will ever touch you again is my hand snapping your neck if you’re a spy for Twisted Tribe.”
Even threatening her, her nipples pebble against the feel of my body pressed tightly against her. I bet she’s soaking wet right now. Fuck, Hero. Stop thinking about her like that. She’s not meant for you! I scream in my head, trying to convince myself to back away. Shoving her at Slider, I walk away from her. I need to find one of the girls and try to fuck her from my memory again, even though I know it won’t work for shit.
“Hero!” bellows Raze. “Get your ass into Church, now!” Ah shit, he really is pissed at me. Slamming the door behind me, Raze doesn’t wait to start in on my actions.
“What the fuck, Hero?! I thought we agreed to play stupid with her. You basically just laid out the fact that we think she’s a fucking spy for the double Ts.”
Running my hand over my head and down my neck, I think about what I want to say to him. He has to know I’ve met her before, but he’s going to DEFCON 1 when he realizes he’s seen her before, too.
“I couldn’t help it, Raze. Her faked innocence rubbed me the wrong way,” I truthfully respond.
“I’ve gotta ask. The way you were staring her down from the first second you saw her and the way you reacted to her in her room…do you know her? Hell, have you fucked her as a one-night stand? Because as soon as you saw each other, the shit went weird in the room.”
He isn’t going to like what I’m about to tell him. I hope he’s ready for the big reveal. “Remember that night at Red’s a few weeks back when Maj got shit-faced and you had to take her home? Our little dark-haired spy was the girl with the lanky blonde. After you dragged your old lady’s ass out of there, Ratchet and I had a little dance floor play time with them both. I just about had her seduced when the blonde blew chunks all over her and she disappeared. Red told me before we left that the blonde works for him and is Enrico’s new bitch. As soon as he dropped the name, we booked it out of there in case he rolled into the bar looking for his woman.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me, right? Red knew about the blonde being tied to Twisted Tribe, and he fucking hired her? We need to talk to him about this shit. Send Tyson down there to get more information about her and the roommate. If she worked there, I bet Dani did, too. Maybe our reluctant prisoner will be useful after all.
It takes nearly two weeks for my house arrest in my room to be lifted. I feel like such an outsider here as I, honestly, rightly should. My first night exploring the main room and kitchen were met with stares from everyone and silence. I refused to let them get me down. Every day, I walked out into the dining and lounge areas like I owned the place. I’d park my ass right in the middle of them at the table or on the couch. Of course, they all came up with excuses to leave or went silent, but I wanted to prove to Raze and Hero that I wanted to make the best of my confinement. It takes nearly another week before one of the girls talks to me. Bubbles fits her nickname. Her bright blonde hair and blue eyes with her clearly fake boobs made me feel like I was talking to a Barbie doll, but it was a conversation at least. She looks like the club kidnapped her right out of a high school teen beach party. She can’t be more than nineteen or twenty years old. Soon after, the other girls begin to warm up to me, and I feel like I’ve finally found some companions in this hell hole.
I learned the rules as I went. Stay out of the way and out of club business. The men are our superiors and we are glorified fuck-dolls and maids. Granted, the fuck-doll status didn’t land on me, even though I’m sure on more than one occasion they wanted to ask me but thanks to Maj’s protection, I was exempt from that task. Not that I would have minded after staring at these tattooed, hard-bodied men, but opening up that can of worms would only lead to more trouble. I need to stick to my plan: behave and escape.