He doesn’t even react to my joke.
“I don’t know. They’re set up outside of Greeley. The asshole who came for me, his name is Savage. That’s all I know.” I shrug my shoulders and hug myself.
Something happens to Rage’s face, and he snarls. I take a step back. The two brothers exchange a glance before busting out laughing.
“Do you know him?” I ask, confused by their polar opposite reaction to Rage’s.
“Of course we know him.” Carson looks at Rage. “Maybe he thought this one was different enough and we’d fall for it,” he says, shaking his head.
“Different?” I ask.
“You’re not a patch bunny, are you?”
My head pulls back.A patch bunny?
He and his brother laugh. “She doesn’t even know what that is.”
“Well, why would I?”
“I think she’s innocent, Prez,” Cole offers on my behalf.
“Of course I’m innocent.”
“Yet here she is,” Rage deduces, tipping his head to the side to study me.
“Okay, well, I’m glad we’ve had this little chat, but I think I’ll be going now.”
Rage reaches out and grabs me around the throat, dragging me inside the building.
“Hold my calls,” he tells the twins before closing the door behind us. He only releases me to flip the lock.
“This is ridiculous. I’m not a threat to you,” I plead. I’m not sure what he’s going to do to me, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.
He snaps his fingers for me to follow him.
“I’m serious. Up until yesterday I was just a woman working in an oddity shop outside of Denver.”
We step inside a room, and he hands me a pair of coveralls.
I stand frozen, my gaze sweeping my surroundings. It’s … it’s a rage room. Oh, I get it now. The Rage Cage. Rage. Everything is starting to make sense.
He steps in front of me holding a helmet with a full-face shield.
“What?” I ask.
He nods toward the coveralls. “Put them on.”
“No.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
My brows pull together. “No.”
A few more seconds pass before he reaches for them. I jerk away and angrily start shoving my feet in the leg holes. “All I wanted was some damn peace. Was that too much to ask?” I gripe while pulling up the suit and sliding my arms inside.
Rage doesn’t say anything. When I’m zipped up, he hands me the helmet. Then a pair of gloves.
I feel stupid …