Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby) (18 page)

Hesitating, Ronin adjusted his hold on me. “Show me where to put Flora. I'd rather she not break her jaw if she passes out. Nice place, you know? Hate to get blood on anything.”

“Upstairs,” Lewis sighed. “What's wrong with her? She a junkie?”

My spine tightened at that word.

“She's got some juice in her, but it'll pass. Speaking of, privacy would be best while she sweats it out.”

Lewis sounded less than impressed. “There's no one else here, couples don't usually book in until the weekend.”

Chuckling, Ronin guided me up the creaking wooden stairs. “I've never stayed at a Bed and Breakfast before, I wouldn't know.” It didn't take him long to get me to our room, the dark hallway easing the tension in my eyes. Gripping the knob, he half-carried me over the threshold.

The room was quaint, a fluffy white bed and a small, oval-shaped pinkish rug that could use some updating. It reminded me of something from a Martha Stewart's catalog. Considering the violent events of the evening, ending up in such a gentle place felt... wrong.

“Sit on the bed,” he said firmly.

Pulling away from him, I slumped onto the edge of the mattress. Lifting my eyes, I forced every bit of strength I had left into my words. “I don't care if I can barely stand. You
need
to take me back.”

“That again,” he groaned, scratching at the back of his head. “You're serious, aren't you?” Shaking his head in a slow swing, Ronin leaned on the doorway. “I have the worst luck with damsels. Trust me, I was doing you a favor.”

His tone was amused, but I thought—I thought there was something hollow in his eyes. I didn't have the energy to examine it, not now. “Please, you don't understand. Those men... they're the only ones who know where my sister is.”

Ronin arched his brows, but he didn't move otherwise. “Your sister?”

Shivering, I looked down at my palms, spreading my fingers. “Claudine. She's all I have, and those guys know where she is. If I go back, I... maybe I can find her.”

“You have no idea how any of this works, do you? Okay, so you go back. What stops those men from raping and killing you?”

His blunt words made me cringe. “I don't care. If I can save her, that's all that matters.”

“Martyr is an ugly color on everyone.” Flicking his hair over his shoulder, Ronin considered me for a long minute. “You'd do anything to get back there, huh?”

My heart thumped, control flowing slowly back to my muscles. Gripping my jacket, I leaned forward. “Yes, god, yes. Anything.”

Looking over my head, he nodded at the shower. “Clean yourself up. Just be careful not to faint and drown. It's been fun so far, I'd rather not end the night disposing of a body.”

Baffled, I dropped my jaw. “What? But, aren't you driving me back to the brothel?”

“You might have missed the part where they were shooting at us.” Wrinkling his forehead, Ronin smiled. “I'm betting they probably won't be all that happy to see me again anytime soon.” Turning in the doorway, he twisted just enough to watch me. “So, no. A return trip isn't in the cards.”

With my insides knotting fiercely, I started to stand. “Then why did you ask me if I'd do anything...
anything...
to get back there?”
Why be so cruel?
I was swept up in the madness and unfairness of my situation. My sanity was disintegrating like burning tissues.

The light of the room highlighted Ronin from behind; the hallway was dark, welcoming him into its shadows like an old friend. He didn't look back as he spoke, but I thought, if he had, I would have seen the hardness in his face.

“I had to gauge how much of a lying junkie you actually were, to see if I needed to lock you in.” His knuckles squeezed, bloodless. “Now I know. Thanks.”

And then he was gone.

Jumping up, I slammed into the door, jiggled the handle in wild frustration. I was still weak, but my disbelief—my genuine anger—was making me flare with energy.
He really did it! He locked me in!

Ronin hadn't believed my story... and he'd locked me in.

Gritting my teeth, I pounded with my fists. “Let me out! Hey! Let me
OUT!
I'm not lying to you!” All the fury that had been building, all the cold guilt at my own defeat, came pouring out in one go. I screamed, vocal chords shredding by the end. “Let me out, let me fucking out! I need to save my sister!”

I'm all she has, I...

My hands were numb, the skin red and peeling. I couldn't hold myself up, my legs shaking me down to the floor. As my cheek pressed to the wood, I bared my teeth in a soft, desolate sob. This couldn't be happening. Of all the things I'd run into, a damn door would defeat me?

Kneeling, I turned around, hugging myself until my teeth stopped clicking. My insides still trembled, fingers clenching and popping when I opened them. The hot tears came, summoned in spite of my exhaustion.

For Claudine, I would always have tears.

I need to calm down.
My heart was ratcheting around, throwing itself heavily into my ribs.
I need to take a breath, breathe... just breathe...

Sniffling, I scrubbed at my eyes. Crying wasn't going to help me. I was too hot suddenly, wishing I could just roll into some fresh snow. How had it gotten so warm in here?

I slumped deeper, unzipping my coat as I went. Sweat coated me, old and new. Some was from my trauma, the rest from my exertion. Doing anything felt like a struggle, and I longed to return to my former self; the me that had never met a needle.

With the coat gone, I looked down on the pale flesh of my bare arms. I hadn't seen them since the start, but now, the swollen red pricks caught my eye. Flinching, I ran a fingertip over them, horror sinking in.

I'd known that I'd been drugged, but the physical proof... the scarring... it painted a new reality.

She'll need to sweat it out.

Ronin's words echoed in me. I knew what heroin marks looked like. Claudine had worn such obvious scars, but she'd hidden hers better with time, shooting between her toes to keep the evidence secret.

Swelling with sorrow, I brushed my wrist, watched my veins flex.
This sensation... the good parts, and now, this awful weakness... is this what you go through all the time, Claudine?
The visual was too much. I was sticky, and gross, and the need for sleep was weighing on me by the second.

Using the door, I got to my feet. The shower Ronin had pointed to called to me. Eagerly, I filled the bathroom with steam, stripping down in preparation for the scalding water.

In the bright lights of the mirror, I saw myself—and I stopped. The undersides of my eyes were shiny, too purple. My hair was a mess, a few spots clumping together. Turning, I touched gingerly at a wide bruise on my outer thigh. When I did, a fuzzy memory of someone kicking me floated into my mind.

How long was I mixed up with my kidnappers?

Though, to be fair, it wasn't like I was free now. Ronin acted like my savior, but he'd still locked me up in a room and stolen my rights away.

He thinks I'm a liar.
That was a sobering thought. It cooled my mood, helped ground me to the present. If Ronin thought I actually wanted to get back to the brothel because it'd get me more drugs, fine. He could think what he wanted. Nothing he thought about me mattered.

All I had to do was escape. Let him judge me if he wanted.

I'll get out of here,
I told myself, slipping under the deliciously hot water.
I'll get free and find Claudine.

In a way, I hadn't been lying to Ronin.

I really
would
do anything to get back there.

Ronin

––––––––

F
lora's outraged screams ricocheted throughout the empty second floor hall. It was a good thing no one else was here, otherwise Roach might have grown a backbone and put up a fuss about us staying. Not that it mattered, we'd have stayed anyways.

He owed me.

I made my way down the main set of stairs and saw him scribbling something in what looked like a guest book. “I hope that's not us,” I called down to him, startling the thin man. “Probably best that I don't show up in any records on this side of the state.”

“Of course...” Roach sighed, placing the pen down and slapping the cover of the book shut. “And what the hell have you gotten into this time?”

“Nothing I can't get myself out of.” I rotated my right arm in big circles and stretched. It was a little sore from the rough ride and catching and hauling Flora. “Where's your bar?”

“The B's stands for
bed
and
breakfast,
not bar!”

Laden with disapproving disbelief, my eyeballs automatically ached. “You're joking.”

He fixed an expression that said he was serious.

I chuckled. “Okay, but I know you at least have a little whiskey kicking around. Do me a solid and fetch it for me, will you? It's been a hell of a day.” My pocket vibrated. I checked the number. “And I don't think it's going to get any better.”

I was expecting to eventually get a tongue lashing from Tee, but to have the president of the whole club call... Whiskey or no, this wasn't a call that I had the luxury of being unavailable for.

“Hey pres,” I answered, mustering up as much cheer as I could. Roach started to protest, but I frowned at him and motioned for him to leave.

Poet's voice was calm with confident authority. “You want to explain to me what happened tonight?”

“Not much to say, really.” Verbally shuffling was habitual. Being roundabout and vague was how I navigated all the heavy stuff in my life. “I'm sure Repo must've filled you in on most of it.” I turned my back on Roach as he entered the kitchen.

“Repo wasn't the only person to call me,” Poet replied ominously. “Tell me what happened after he left.”

“I stuck around to play some cards, but they didn't much like that I won. There was a little scuffle, nothing crazy. Once I took what was rightfully mine, I left. No bodies, though, I promise.”

Poet had a way of sharpening silence to a fine edge. “Just a little scuffle?”

“Yeah, mostly.” As soon as it left my mouth, I knew that it wouldn't be enough. I shook my head and followed up with the other half of the story. “There was also this girl.”

“With you, there always is. Can you grasp just how badly you fucked up tonight?”

“We had our disagreements, yeah, but I'm telling you... Lucky, he's a real asshole. You know how it goes, guys trying to make a name for themselves.” I tried to play the whole thing down as much as possible.

“Why is it that my enforcer was having disagreements in the first place? You were there as back up, that was it.”

I squeezed the phone harder. “I know, but I think the Knights are pushing more than just drugs and whores. At the very least they're running transportation gigs for a human trafficking ring. Maybe it goes deeper than that, and I know which side the Veins fall on when it comes to assholes like these.”

“You have any evidence to support those claims?” The sharpness in his tone made my cell receiver uncomfortably hot.

“It was mostly Lucky's tone and attitude. I think he has a partner, too. It's fucked, Poet. The Knights are goddamned animals, you should see the state of some of these girls. They—”

“His
attitude?
” Poet roared. “Your wounded pride jeopardized the lives of a hundred of our guys!”

I kept quiet. Few people could shut me up, and the president was one of them.

Remy Poet Daniels was the most dangerous man I'd ever met. For a while, the Steel Veins lost their way. Poet was the man who stepped up and ripped out all the weeds, something now referred to as the 'changing of the guard.' Poet brought this club back to the roots it was founded on. Because of that, I have nothing but respect for the man.

“You're a selfish prick, Ronin. You've never seen nor cared about the bigger picture, and that's why I fucking sent you! Do you have any idea how many guys we cut loose after the old guard was removed? Our membership has been cut down to almost half. We don't have the manpower to support your fucking sad conscience. The Steel Veins can't afford a war with the Knights, at least not right now. For the good of the club we had to call an emergency vote.”

His edge softened considerably, and he added, “I'm sorry, but it was unanimous. You're in the wind.” 

My chest tightened at his words. “Remy, I know I fucked up, but don't do this, man. You can't kick me out!”

“You almost castrated the Knights' president.” There was a deliberate pause to let the words sink in. “Severing ties with you was the only way to smooth things over with Lucky. The only way to keep from full on war breaking out.”

“It was one mistake. All I
have
is this club!”

“No. You lost that the second you let Repo walk out of those doors alone,” Poet growled.

This was a huge deal, I was crushed. I was so caught up playing checkers that I fucked up The Veins' chess game. Remy had every right to be pissed at me, but this was too far!

There was a resigned sigh on the other end of the line. “You know the news will go public the second I let the Knights know, but I'll push that to the end of the week.”

I could hear it in his voice that, although he was pissed at me, this was out of his control. Sure, he wanted to kick the shit out of me, but kick me out of the club? No, he understood what the brotherhood meant to me, even if I was just a nomad.

Remy said, “That should buy you a few days to get some miles under you. Disappear, Ronin. Find a quiet place and lay low for a while. You made a lot of enemies, and without the Veins to back you...”

He let the words drift, but in that space there was no vagueness. Without a club to watch my back, I was fair game for every asshole and old grudge to take a swing at. It might as well have been hunting season, and I was on the menu.

I was completely fucked.

“Yeah, I know.” I couldn't keep the bitter resignation from slipping out.

“We'll try to figure something out on our end, but until then, keep your head down,
brother
.” Poet's voice held more defeat than hope. Technically, I was no one's brother now, but it still felt good to hear the president call me that. It was his way of telling me that he was pulling for me, even if he couldn't support me publicly.