I arched a brow. “Really?”
She approached, her gaze avoiding mine. “It’s either this or you piss yourself.”
“You know you’re gonna have to hold it for me?” I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.
“I’m not going to hold your fucking cock.”
The smile turned into a grin. “I didn’t tell you to hold it. I meant the bottle. See who’s aching to touch who, babe? It’s okay. Don’t be shy. If you wanna hold my co—”
She shoved the bottleneck tight around me, silencing me. I growled. “That fucking hurt.”
“Good.”
My piss trickled inside the plastic until it filled half the bottle. She took it off me gently this time. A drop or two glistened from my dick and onto the cement. “What if I need to take a dump?”
“You need to eat for that. Do you see me feeding you?”
My stomach snarled as if on cue. “Can I have some water, at least?”
She pushed the bottle in the little space between us, bringing it closer to my mouth.
“The fuck? I’m not gonna drink my own piss, you bitch.”
“Keep calling me that, and I’ll force it down your throat.”
Curses flashed inside my head, twitching my mouth, almost making their way out. My chest rose and fell with rage as I had to swallow them. How the fuck did I wind up in this crappy shit? A little bitch I could squash with one squeeze of my hand held me captive, threatening to make me drink my piss?
“Where are they keeping my sister, Dusty?”
“Why do you care? Just arrange for the trade, and if they have her, they’ll bring her to you.”
“What if they decide to screw me up or trick me? I can’t trust the Night Skulls even when I have their precious prince in my grasp. I need a backup plan. I gotta know where my sister is to take her by force if I have to. So tell me? Where are they keeping her? It’s not the bars or the strip clubs. I checked.”
I stared at the cold darkness ahead of me. “I don’t know anything about your sister.”
“Tell me what happened to her, and I’ll give you that water.”
“I don’t fucking know!”
She placed the bottle on the floor. Her steps hurried to the door.
“Hey! Where are you going?” I snapped, the metal shaking with me.
The door slammed in my ear. “Fuck this shit.”
Don’t leave me just like this, you bitch. I can’t take this shit anymore.
I screamed in despair. Who knew how long she was going to leave me alone this time? “I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
In my rage, a new fear crept underneath, baffling and stupid. What if Roar and the brothers got to her before she came back? I should want that to happen, but I found myself worried instead. I didn’t want them to find her. I knew the shit they’d do to her, and instead of welcoming it, it made me sick.
I convinced myself it was only because there was a possibility she wasn’t lying when she said they wouldn’t find me even when they caught her. And because I wantedmeto have my revenge on her, not anyone else. But, deep down, the truth was just the idea of anyone’s hand on her had me aching for carnage.
What the fuck was happening to me? I was edgy and not thinking straight. This imprisonment shit was getting to me. All the guilt I felt for this girl and her sister didn’t help either. I couldn’t think that way. I had to find a way to get out of here.
“Fuck you, Cameron.” My clouded mind ran in circles, but it settled down when my gaze landed on the flashlight. She didn’t take it with her, which only meant she’d come back.
My heart jumped at the noisy screech of the door. Her steps were heavier, angrier. In the spotlight, I saw a duffle bag in one hand and a small bottle of water in the other. I grew thirstier by the second, eyeing the transparent bottle, my tongue dry as a rock.