Page 27 of Property of Yak

It’s time for Julie and I to have a long overdue talk.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Julie

The last several minutes have been scary as heck. I really should have thought this through a little more.

I thought this man was my savior, yet here he is, part of this club that would treat women the way they do. My father warned me about the biker gangs. I didn’t even think about them before, but now I’m wondering if I should have paid a little closer attention when he spoke.

I still haven’t figured out his name, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He pulls me down the hall and into a room, flipping the light on as the door slams shut behind me. He paces the floor, giving me a minute to get my thoughts together.

As I do, I take in the room. It isn’t much. A small room with a dresser, bed, and a door leading to what I assume is a closet.

My heart beats faster in my chest. I shouldn’t be here.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Angel?” the man finally turns and growls at me, making me step back into the door.

“I…I…” I stutter, unable to form words.

He shakes his head, disappointment clear on his face. “I saved you so that you could have a good, nice life. Then you walk your ass right back in here as if you have a fucking death wish.”

His anger is palpable. I should be more scared of it.

Yet my brain only focuses on one thing.

“Watch your language.”

The words are out before I ever consciously decide to speak them. The shock on his face is almost worth it. Or it would be if I hadn’t started shaking.

“You were sexually assaulted once again, and all you can think about is the language I am using? That’s it. I’m taking you for a psych eval. There is no way you are clinically sane.”

“I resent that statement. Cussing adds nothing to the conversation, so why use the words?”

“Still focusing on the wrong thing, Angel.” He tsks his tongue. “I could say anything and mean it the way I say ‘fuck.’ It’s just a word. It’s the tone and the intention that mean everything. Now, tell me why the Christ you are here.”

The way he replaces the word yet means the same thing has an effect on me. I know he is proving a point, but still, I appreciate his effort.

“I wanted to see you,” I admit softly.

He sighs, rubbing his hand down his face. “You wanted to see me. So you figured it was a good idea to walk into that orgy out there to find me?”

I cross my arms, finding a bit of my confidence. This is the man who saved me. He wouldn’t hurt me. I don’t know how I know that, but I feel it in my bones.

“Well, you didn’t leave your number. Or even a name so I could look you up, so yeah. I thought coming here was a good idea. If I had known what kind of party it was, I would have stayed home.”

“Men like me chew women like you and spit them out. It’s not safe for you here.”

I gasp.

“I see I’m finally getting through to you,” he hums.

“No.” I shake my head. “My friend is out there. What if…” I trail off, unable to continue the thought.

He mutters a curse under his breath, pulling his phone out.

“Send me her picture. Quickly.” He recites his phone number to me, waiting for the photo I send him from my phone to come through.