Page 16 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
I had no idea how I’d use a letter opener as a weapon and under what circumstances, but I felt a little better knowing I had something.
I forced myself to sit on the chair, hoping Bolt would return. Even though he probably hated me and was plotting against me. Even though he was keeping me prisoner here, something about him made me want to see him again.
How messed up was it that he turned me on when he was searching me? The way his fingers dug into my skin when he was looking for my phone—I could still feel the rough pressure of his hands when he stuffed them into my pockets. His hands on my hips, on my breasts. These weren’t gentle soft caresses. The man was on a mission.
But I wanted him to hold me again, to be roughly handled. What was wrong with me? I should have hated him.
I should’ve wished to never see him again.
And here I was, patiently sitting in the chair, my foot tapping the floor as I waited for him to return. Blue eyes. Dark hair. Muscles. The taste of whisky on his breath. Those dangerous tattoos crawling over his bulging biceps. I felt a sharp tug between my legs, and had to press my thighs tightly together. I was fantasizing about him at the worst possible time.
Just then the door opened, and Bolt stepped back in. I nearly gasped when I saw him. I was afraid he’d be able to see it in my eyes—that I’d been thinking about him in a way I shouldn’t have been.
I gulped while he watched me silently.
I decided I needed to change my tactic. Me attacking him and threatening his Club wasn’t going to work. It hadn’t worked yet. It just ended up with my phone being taken away and me being locked up.
“Look, Bolt, I realize I should probably thank you for telling me all that stuff about Chip,” I began. I remained on the chair, hoping he’d be able to see how obedient I was capable of being.
Bolt still hadn’t said anything, just watched me carefully with his eyes narrowed at me. I so desperately wanted this to work.
“I mean…I had no idea Chip was involved in all this. That he would pull a stunt like that. If you let me see him, I could talk some sense into him. Maybe he could even help you guys. You know? Get the money back.”
Bolt clenched his jaws. I was still hopeful. My heart was thudding in my chest. Maybe this could work.
“I’m sure he regrets his actions. And if you let us talk, I can help him see that. I’ll tell him whatever you want me to.”
Bolt came toward me. Those deep blue eyes sparkled—was it with hatred for me? Or did he find me amusing?
“It’s not going to work,” he said.
“Give me a chance to talk to him. I’ll make it work.”
“Your little act isn’t going to work. I can see right through it. You think you can say a few nice things and I’ll fall for it?” There was a smile tugging the corners of Bolt’s mouth. He was so fucking hot! And I was so fucking mad at him!
I stood up from the chair with a jerk.
“I’m trying to make this relationship work here. Maybe we can both gain something from this situation,” I snapped.
Bolt sighed, like he was tired of me.
“The only way this relationship is going to work is if you do exactly what I tell you to do. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“So you want me to be some sort of captive slave? Follow your every command?” I screamed. The grin faded from his face. He didn’t appreciate me screaming at him.
“Your brother stole from us, and you threatened us with the cops. So yeah, I’m not about to just let you walk out of here based on good faith,” he growled.
“So what are you going to do to me?”
Bolt answered that question by pulling me into his arms and swinging me over his shoulder. I squealed and kicked, clutching his muscular arm at the same time. He had me hanging over his shoulder, upside down. My butt was in the air, my hair tumbling down over my eyes as I tried to look around.
“Just keep your mouth shut so you don’t get yourself in more trouble than you are already,” he said.
I wished I could just be calm and do as I was told. Maybe that would’ve helped matters for me—but I couldn’t. I kicked and screamed. Ordered him to put me down, but Bolt wasn’t letting me go.
He unlocked the door and we finally stepped out of the room.
“Where are you taking me? Put me down!” I screamed.
The world was upside-down now. He was walking down a corridor and back into the main room again. This was where I’d last seen Chip.
