Page 22 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
At the end of the day, it was safe to say I didn’t have a very productive day at work. I managed to push through and keep up appearances for the sake of my staff and customers, but that was it. After the last person left the cafe and Bolt was the only other one there, he finally stood up and came over.
I was tallying up the cash register when he leaned his elbows on the counter.
“You have a pretty successful business here,” he said.
I didn’t reply, just continued to work. I didn’t want to meet his eyes or encourage small talk. We weren’t suddenly going to turn into friends. He was still keeping me away from my brother.
“You have twenty minutes to finish up here and then we’re going to head back,” he added.
“Head back where? I need to go home. I want to sleep in my own bed tonight, take a shower, cook myself a warm meal.” I was trying not to snap and remain calm as I spoke to him.
“You know I can’t allow that,” he replied.
I had to do everything not to try something. Run. Cry for help. Hit out at him.
I knew if I angered him in any way, it would reduce my chances even further of finding out information on Chip.
“Well I can’t spend tonight the way I did last night. I need some stuff. My own clothes and toothbrush and other such things.”
He remained silent, watching me closely, like nothing I was saying made sense to him.
“Do you mind if I pack a bag?”
“Yes, you can pack a bag for tonight, but make it quick. I have to attend church.”
I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a religious man. You want to go to church and take me with you?”
He drew in a deep breath.
“Church is what we call our official Club meetings. It’s headed by our President, Drax, where important decisions are made.”
I listened to him carefully. He looked serious enough while he spoke. This was important to him and I was curious. Did it mean I might be able to see Chip? Would he be there at Church? Were they going to discuss him? I had so many questions—but I knew Bolt wouldn’t answer any of them.
I’d just have to wait and watch.
“I’ll pack myself a bag and then we can go,” I said.
Once more, he followed me up to my apartment. He watched as I freshened up again and packed myself an overnight bag. Once I was done, he took the bag off the bed. It wasn’t heavy, but he made it clear he was going to carry it.
It was strange how rough and grizzly he could be with me. How he could literally threaten my life one moment and the next act like a gentleman.
Was he toying with me on purpose? What was his plan with me?
“Let’s go,” he said gruffly, and I followed him out of my apartment.
I locked up the cafe and we went to the bike. Just like in the morning, I would have to ride sitting behind him, have to hold him tightly, our bodies pressed together. He’d be able to feel me closely. And just like this morning, I wouldn’t be able to help but enjoy it.When we arrived at the Clubhouse, Bolt led me straight to the bar. Most others from his Club were gathered there already, drinking, even though it was only early evening yet. I looked around for Chip, but he was nowhere in sight. I could feel the others’ eyes on me. They were watching me the same way they had the night before when Bolt carried me to the room upstairs.
The looks were of judgement bordering on disgust. It was obvious to me that they all hated Chip, and therefore hated me by association too. I licked my lips nervously while Bolt spoke to them.
From the little of the conversations I overheard, I could sense Bolt was respected around here. People listened when he spoke, and even though I could see the rage against me in their eyes, they didn’t actually dare say anything to me directly as long as Bolt was around.
Even though I was technically his prisoner, he’d also assumed the role of my protector somehow.
Finally, after he’d spent some time talking to his friends and I’d followed him around, Bolt turned to me.
“You have two options now; you could go up to my room and stay there by yourself, or you could help Sophie at the bar.”
“Who is Sophie?” I asked.
He turned to look, and I followed his gaze. There was a redhead behind the counter serving drinks, laughing with the guys talking to her. She had striking pale skin and very big breasts. Her clothes were skimpy and tight. Even from a distance, I could see the fake eyelashes on her. She’d put a lot of effort into her makeup. The guys were falling all over her and she divided her attention amongst them equally. From how comfortable she was in her surroundings, I sensed she played a role in the Club somehow.
