headquarters. It’s a few hours’ drive, but it’s a bit cooler outside now. Come on, let’s get some food inside of you.”
He took my hand in his, and his palm felt rough, but warm against my skin.
I followed him shyly, acting like a lovesick teenager. That wasn’t good. I needed to keep some distance between us. Amazing sex was one thing, but getting emotionally involved was just stupid.
I slipped my hand from Nick’s grasp and used both hands to hold my mug of coffee. But he didn’t seem to notice as he led me back through to the bar.
There were quite a few people in there. I recognized Johnny from last night, and of course, Damien, Chad, and Tom. But there were quite a few people I didn’t recognize, mostly men.
Everyone seemed to pause in their conversation as I walked in. I shifted slightly closer to Nick, hesitating in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
A blonde haired woman walked forward and smiled at me. “I’m Martha,” she said. “Johnny’s wife.”
I realized she was the one who had given me the clothes.
I gestured to the shirt. “Thank you so much for letting me borrow these clothes. Is it all right if I keep them for a while until I can send them back to you?”
“You can keep them, sweetheart. They are just old ones, and you’re welcome to them. Now how about some lunch? I’ve made some sandwiches.”
I glanced back at Nick before following Martha to a large table in the center of the room.
“Thank you,” I said as she handed me a plate of sandwiches.
I was absolutely ravenous, but I still found it hard to swallow. I was so nervous. Of course, that was due to the situation I was in, but it was also the way that everyone in the room seemed to be on edge, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t understand it.
I didn’t bother to sit down and join anyone at a table. I started to eat while standing up, until Chad stood up and pulled back his chair. “Ella, you can sit here.”
Why was he being nice to me? I was immediately suspicious.
Everyone was looking at me. I supposed it was because of my little outburst last night. But Nick had been right about one thing, I needed to play along if I was to get out of this mess. I could do that.
“Thank you,” I muttered a little snarkily as I sat in the chair he’d vacated.
Tom sat on my left, but thankfully, he and Chad had both showered so they didn’t smell so bad today.
Damien sat across the table from me, staring at me with those dark, evil eyes.
On instinct, I looked over my shoulder at Nick, but he was talking to Martha and helping himself to more sandwiches.
I took another bite, but the bread seemed to get stuck in my throat. I took a sip of coffee to try and wash it down, but it just made it worse. Chad slapped me on the back.
“Hey!”
“I thought you were choking,” he said gruffly.
Damien was still staring at me. He was so creepy.
“We are leaving in ten minutes, Ella,” he said. “I hope you’re not going to give us any trouble today.”
I stared at Damien with hatred. It was all his fault. Chad and Tom looked scary enough, but I didn’t believe they really wanted to hurt me or keep me against my will, and I knew that Nick didn’t, so it had to be Damien. He was my enemy.
I lowered my gaze. “Of course not, Damien,” I said, sweetly.
My reaction caught him off-guard. He had obviously been expecting me to ask about leaving again.
After a moment’s pause, Damien nodded. Then he stood up and looked at Tom. “Let’s get the bikes ready.”
***
We’d been riding for three hours when we finally passed a town sign that said, Welcome to Blackthorne .
I was surprised. This was Blackthorne? It was a proper town; I hadn’t expected that. I thought we would be somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. I smiled. This was positive. A town meant there would be people I could ask to help me. I scanned the small town as we drove through it. We passed a row of houses, a general store, and a gas station. The
He took my hand in his, and his palm felt rough, but warm against my skin.
I followed him shyly, acting like a lovesick teenager. That wasn’t good. I needed to keep some distance between us. Amazing sex was one thing, but getting emotionally involved was just stupid.
I slipped my hand from Nick’s grasp and used both hands to hold my mug of coffee. But he didn’t seem to notice as he led me back through to the bar.
There were quite a few people in there. I recognized Johnny from last night, and of course, Damien, Chad, and Tom. But there were quite a few people I didn’t recognize, mostly men.
Everyone seemed to pause in their conversation as I walked in. I shifted slightly closer to Nick, hesitating in the doorway, unsure of what to do.
A blonde haired woman walked forward and smiled at me. “I’m Martha,” she said. “Johnny’s wife.”
I realized she was the one who had given me the clothes.
I gestured to the shirt. “Thank you so much for letting me borrow these clothes. Is it all right if I keep them for a while until I can send them back to you?”
“You can keep them, sweetheart. They are just old ones, and you’re welcome to them. Now how about some lunch? I’ve made some sandwiches.”
I glanced back at Nick before following Martha to a large table in the center of the room.
“Thank you,” I said as she handed me a plate of sandwiches.
I was absolutely ravenous, but I still found it hard to swallow. I was so nervous. Of course, that was due to the situation I was in, but it was also the way that everyone in the room seemed to be on edge, waiting for me to do something. I didn’t understand it.
I didn’t bother to sit down and join anyone at a table. I started to eat while standing up, until Chad stood up and pulled back his chair. “Ella, you can sit here.”
Why was he being nice to me? I was immediately suspicious.
Everyone was looking at me. I supposed it was because of my little outburst last night. But Nick had been right about one thing, I needed to play along if I was to get out of this mess. I could do that.
“Thank you,” I muttered a little snarkily as I sat in the chair he’d vacated.
Tom sat on my left, but thankfully, he and Chad had both showered so they didn’t smell so bad today.
Damien sat across the table from me, staring at me with those dark, evil eyes.
On instinct, I looked over my shoulder at Nick, but he was talking to Martha and helping himself to more sandwiches.
I took another bite, but the bread seemed to get stuck in my throat. I took a sip of coffee to try and wash it down, but it just made it worse. Chad slapped me on the back.
“Hey!”
“I thought you were choking,” he said gruffly.
Damien was still staring at me. He was so creepy.
“We are leaving in ten minutes, Ella,” he said. “I hope you’re not going to give us any trouble today.”
I stared at Damien with hatred. It was all his fault. Chad and Tom looked scary enough, but I didn’t believe they really wanted to hurt me or keep me against my will, and I knew that Nick didn’t, so it had to be Damien. He was my enemy.
I lowered my gaze. “Of course not, Damien,” I said, sweetly.
My reaction caught him off-guard. He had obviously been expecting me to ask about leaving again.
After a moment’s pause, Damien nodded. Then he stood up and looked at Tom. “Let’s get the bikes ready.”
***
We’d been riding for three hours when we finally passed a town sign that said, Welcome to Blackthorne .
I was surprised. This was Blackthorne? It was a proper town; I hadn’t expected that. I thought we would be somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. I smiled. This was positive. A town meant there would be people I could ask to help me. I scanned the small town as we drove through it. We passed a row of houses, a general store, and a gas station. The
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