I grabbed on the rage like a shield when my eyes returned on him. My fists balled again ready for another swing.
“All right. All right! You proved your point,” he said, his breaths labored. “God, you’re strong.”
For the past six months, I’d been working out like crazy, taking self-defense classes, even learning how to shoot. For this moment. “Where’s my sister?”
“I don’t know.”
My palm found his cheek this time. His head whipped to the side, then jerked back at me, his eyes defiant, wild.
It stirred something in me I couldn’t control. Something as defiant and wild as his gaze. Something equally dangerous.
A smirk tightened his murderous gaze. “You like that, don’t you? I bet you’re fucking dripping right now.”
“Fuck you.” I hated him because he was right. He could see right through the inexplicable attraction swirling through me.
“With pleasure. Unchain me, and I’ll show you what a good fucking is. You look like you need it…bitch.”
My jaws clenched. “If you think you’re protected by your scumbags, you’re wrong. Even when they come for me, they can’t save you because they will never find you. I’ve been planning this, building this place, for months for that purpose alone.” I looked him straight in the eye. “You’d better start talking, asshole.”
He stared at me, his expression a question mark. His lips parted as if he was going to say something, but his chin lowered, and his eyes found the floor.
I followed the path his gaze took and clashed with the enormous erection he was sporting. I swallowed. Up close, he had so many rings in it and a tattoo. Who the hell tattooed their own cock?
“Like what you see? Maybe you wanna give me a hand…or a mouth. I’m not picky.”
“You’re sick.”
He chuckled. “Says the bitch that drugged and kidnapped me and now she’s staring at my cock while she’s shackling me in a fucking dungeon. Be honest, kitty. How wet are you right now?”
I slapped him again. “What the fuck did you do to Annie?”
Sweat splattered in the air when he jerked his head, his hair longer now that it was wet. “Nothing! Fucking nothing!” He curled his upper lip under his teeth and closed his eyes for a second. “I don’t know where your fucking sister is. Assuming the Night Skulls took her, you said it yourself. I wasn’t there when it happened.”
“That was eight months ago. You must have seen her when you came back.”
“Haven’t you been watching me? You didn’t notice that I hadn’t been living in Rosewood since I returned?”
“What are you trying to make me believe? That you have nothing to do with her abduction? I know that, but that doesn’t make you innocent. You lived in Rosewood when she was taken. You recognized her picture. You fucking saw her. So why don’t you save us both some time and tell me where they’re keeping her?”
“If it’s really info you’re looking for, you’re wasting your time. You’ve got the wrong guy. I can’t help you because…” a deep line appeared between his brows, “…I left the MC.”
“What? That’s impossible. You’re lying. You still wear the cut and drive the bike.” I gazed at the tattoos on his neck, chest and arms. Skulls and roses. The Night Skulls’ emblem. “You have their fucking tattoos all over you.”
“Can’t exactly let people know the prince has left the castle, can I? The family has a reputation to keep.” He blew out a long breath. “But something tells me this is not news to you.”
It was. If anything, I suspected he had fallen out with them, but I never thought he’d left. That was his family, not just a gang he joined. “Why the fuck are you lying to me?”
“I’m not.”
“If that was the truth, why would you tell me? To feel sorry for you? To make me feel guilty for capturing the saint of the Night Skulls and set you free?”
“No. I’m no fucking saint. I’m telling you because it feels good to say it. I’m telling you because if there’s any chance it’ll change your mind about your stupid plan, it’ll be worth it.” He held my gaze, his eyes bright and warm and mesmerizing. “You’re not a criminal, Cameron. I can tell. You’re a good girl.”
“Fuck you.”
A shadow of defeat dimmed his gaze. “You didn’t take me to tell you where your sister is. You knew I wouldn’t talk, Night Skull or not. I’d never betray my family.”
Quick. I’d give him that. I didn’t kidnap him to chat. Whether he was with the gang or not wouldn’t make any difference. I didn’t hold him here because he was a Night Skull. He was my captive because he was Roar’s only son.