Page 52 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
I eased myself back up, swallowing my sounds of pain as I leaned against the wall. My bound hands fell against my lap and I sighed, wondering what in the world I could do to help myself. Maybe I simply needed to follow instructions. Maybe this wasn’t about staying afloat but staying silent until further notice.
But then, I felt it.
My Apple wrist watch was still against my skin.
“My God, are they that stupid?” I whispered.
I twisted and contorted my fingers until, finally, I felt them run across the small screen on my left wrist. I shook my head at the stupidity of these men and started pressing buttons, thanking my fucking stars that I’d put this damn thing on vibrate instead of silent. I focused on the sequence of buttons I had at my disposal, hoping and praying I was pressing them in the right order.
Then, another thought occurred to me.
The wall. Use the wall.
I shuffled myself around until my temple sat against the wall. Then, I pressed my head tightly against the metal and slid down. Something raked against my skin and I forced myself not to cry out in pain as blood seeped slowly down my skin. It took three tries before the rough part of the wall caught the blindfold, and I inched it up enough to be able to peer through the small lower slat and see my phone.
So, I quickly shot off a text to Brooks on where I thought I might be.
For shits and giggles, I also toggled on my Bluetooth. If Brooks knew anything about phones at all, he’d be able to use my number in any “Find My Phone” application to track down my wrist watch. It took me a few times to press the right combination of buttons, and a couple of times I silently cursed the screen for being so fucking small. Nevertheless, I got it turned on, and I knew I had done all I could do there.
So, I turned my attention back to my wrists.
“Come on,” I glowered.
The second I made that sound, bootsteps charged down the hallway. Tears sprang to my eyes as I stopped struggling and started fiddling around with my watch again. I heard Sid cursing lowly to himself as I thought on my feet, so to speak. And just as the knob on the door creaked with its turning, I pulled up the voice recorder on my phone.
Before hitting the red button and placing my wrists between my legs.
Please pick up the sound. Please pick up the sound.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sid demanded.
I squeezed my thighs. “I’m telling you, I really have to pee.”
“Does it look like I care? Oh, wait. You can’t see shit.”
He laughed at his own joke, but I simply grimaced. It felt like I had stepped into an alternate universe of some sort, but Gage’s training kept rushing back. In a situation like this, fighting wasn’t my ally. But my sassiness was.
So, I ratcheted it up a notch. “You think your boss is going to be happy if I piss all over this floor?”
He gripped my hair and pulled my head back. “I don’t think he’s going to give a shit what happens.”
“He might make you clean it up, though. Right?”
He shoved my head off to the side. “Or maybe we’ll torch the place to clean it up and keep you inside.”
His chuckle made me sick to my stomach, but I kept pressing on. “I mean if I’m a dead woman, I at least deserve to know the truth.”
Sid stopped chuckling. “You don’t deserve shit.”
I shrugged. “You mean I really don’t deserve to know what the hell happened to my husband?”
“Gage,” he growled.
I knew I’d struck a nerve simply by bringing it up, but my mind was too clouded with emotions to figure out how to proceed forward. How the hell did I get this man to talk to me while he was being recorded? What was the magical combination of words and phrases to get him to start spilling his guts? This was the part of Gage’s training I never quite understood. This whole flirting thing and “using my body” thing felt foreign to me. I’d never been that kind of woman, and I didn’t want to start now.
But what if it proves my theory?
Do this for Gage. He deserves to rest in peace.
Do this for Brooks. He deserves answers.
And do it for Hyde. Because he was wronged, and he deserves justice.
Side’s voice sounded in my ear. “You really wanna know what happened that night?”
I nodded slowly. “Please. It’s all I’ve wanted for years.”
“Yeah?” he breathed.
I sniffled. “It’s why I’m—”
Jesus hell, did I dare?
“It’s why you what?” he hissed.
I swallowed hard. “It’s why I’m sleeping with Brooks.”
He chuckled. “Well, well, well. What a wild, slinky little girl we’ve got here. Sleeping with the best friend for answers. It does have a bit of a ring to it.”
