What the heck?
I look around the windowless room, trying to work through my options, and then the door reopens. Relief fills me as Kolter steps inside.
“What’s going on? Where are we?” I ask.
“Where’s your phone?” he asks shortly, moving towards me.
I frown. “My phone? I-I don’t know. Back at the club, I think. Crap, so is my purse.”
I shake my head, trying to gain some perspective as I stare at Kolter. “What’s going on? Are you, like, holding me hostage or something?” I throw out, mostly kidding.
When he doesn’t smile or smirk, that heavy feeling of dread drops into my stomach once more.
“Until further notice. Don’t try to run—you won’t make it.”
The emotional whiplash has my head spinning. What the hell is happening? Is this not the same man that tore through my virginity like it was his lifelong destiny to do so? Is this not the boy I’ve loved all my life?
“Kolt,” I whisper.
He tenses for a moment, his jaw tightening as he shakes his head.
“Don’t.”
Then he turns on his heel and slams the door shut behind him—so hard the walls shake—before locking it once more.
Kolter’s voice grows quieter as he moves away, but I do hear him shout at someone to watch the door.
I’m left standing there in a daze of confusion.
Did I just get kidnapped?
Chapter Fifteen
Kolter
“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” Ace asks, trying to keep up with me.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I snap as I head back out to my bike.
I don’t want to leave her here, but I don’t have a choice. I have to figure out how to keep her from running her mouth to the cops. I don’t think she’d narc, not on me at least, but I can’t risk it. So she’s gonna stay at the clubhouse until I can work out what the fuck to do with her.
Goddamnit.
I rake my fingers through my hair then step out onto the front porch and aim a kick at one of the wooden chairs there. Unsatisfied by the mere inches it moves, I lift it over my head and smash it into the ground. What the fuck have I done? What was I thinking?
That’s the problem. Iwasn’tfucking thinking. I was acting—or reacting—and now I’m fucked.
“Jesus, Blade. You gotta tell me what’s happening. I can help,” Ace insists.
I turn to him, my eyes no doubt filled with the rage I feel, and snarl, “I killed a guy back at the sex club, and she saw me do it. I gotta deal with clean-up and figure out how to make her keep hermouth shut, and I need it all done before Snakes comes round. Can you help with any of that?”
Ace looks surprised. “Who did you take out? How did she see? Have you called a clean-up crew yet?”
“Yes,” I huff. “They should be there now, but I need someone to supervise. Pay off the staff, erase the security footage.”
Ace nods. “I can take care of all of that.”
Sometimes, I forget how helpful this fucker can be. He’s dumber than a box of rocks at times but he’d do anything for this club, anything for me.