Page 17 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“Chip! Chip!” I screamed his name. Maybe he was still here.
I couldn’t quite see clearly through my hair and being upside-down like this, but I could see other faces staring at me. Burly muscular men with tattoos. Dangerous-looking. Or maybe they just looked at me like that—like they could eat me alive. Like they hated me.
There were women in that room too, ones I hadn’t noticed before, all skimpily clad. Fishnet stockings and big bleached hair. Who were they? Groupies? Girlfriends? They were staring at me too with big smiles, like they approved of the way Bolt was treating me. Like I deserved what I was getting.
“Let me go!” I kicked as hard as I could, but barely made a dent on Bolt. His fingers were tightly digging into the flesh of my thighs as he held me. He wasn’t about to let go.
Now we were climbing up a flight of stairs. That room and those people were left far behind.
“I want to talk to your boss. I want to see someone in charge!” I continued.
Bolt was unlocking another door now.
“I am in charge,” he replied in a low, smooth voice.
“Right, you’re the Sergeant in Arms or whatever that means. Let me go!”
This time, I got what I wanted. We were inside the room now and Bolt released me. I toppled backwards when my feet hit the floor and I couldn’t find my balance. I fell back and was on a bed. A big king-sized bed in the middle of the room.
What the Hell was this place? I sat up on the bed with a jolt.
“Where have you brought me? Where am I? Where is Chip?” I howled.
Bolt locked the door behind him and then turned on a few lights.
“Someone else in your position would be grateful for being in a room with a big soft bed. For the warmth.”
“I don’t even know what I’m doing here!” I yelled at him.
Bolt waited a moment and then he let out a big sigh.
“You need to fuckin’ see what’s going on here, Cassie. Wake the fuck up. I am not about to let you get out of my sight because you threatened to go to the cops. Because your brother stole from us. You are in big fuckin’ trouble. Both of you. You get it now?”
There was something about the way he said those words this time. There was no humor in them. He wasn’t kidding around. And he shut me up. I had nothing to say. I stared at him and he stared back. What was I supposed to do now? Be grateful to him for this bed, like he said? For the warmth? No. Fuck that.After his little outburst, Bolt barely spoke to me. He said he was going to take a shower and then disappeared into the en suite for some time. I was left alone in the bedroom, sitting on the bed, more lost than I’d ever felt before.
I heard the sound of the shower come on so I knew he wasn’t coming out here for a while, but it didn’t mean I could actually do anything. This room was just as bare as the office previously.
It had to have been done up by a man. It literally had nothing more than this bed, linens, and a wardrobe. I walked over to it and peeked inside to find a few jackets, shirts and jeans. All men’s clothing. Were they Bolt’s? Was this his room? Did he live in the Clubhouse? I was confused and curious, but the last thing I wanted to do was make small talk.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom. This time only in jeans.
I felt like someone had just punched the breath out of me. I saw his muscular naked torso, covered in tattoos. His arms were chiseled and muscular, his neck thick and strong. I knew exactly how powerful he was. How easily he’d lifted me off the floor and hung me over his shoulder like he was hanging me out to dry.
And now he was deliciously naked, and I couldn’t look anywhere else but straight at him. Did it matter that I was staring? I gulped because my throat was dry. Because I could feel that tugging desire between my legs again.
Why was this happening to me? I was supposed to feel angry. Anger and hatred. But I wanted him. This man was responsible for what was happening to my brother.
The thought of Chip forced me to snap out of it.
I realized Bolt was staring at me too. He was using a small towel to dry his hair as he stood at the door of the bathroom.
“You’re welcome to use the shower, or freshen up or whatever you want.”
I raised my chin, hoping he’d see the defiance in my eyes again.
