She distracted me from my already losing pool game with Magnet when she sashayed her ass toward us. It just pissed me off even more. I blocked her, folding my arms over my chest, and gave her my mean mug. “You’re fuckin’ late!”
Her brows lifted and she tilted her head to look me in the eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You’re late. You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Aren’t you tonight’s party favorite?”
“Uh...No,” she stammered, failing in her attempt to walk around me.
“You can’t just walk into my clubhouse alone, dressed like that.” My eyes roamed down that nice curvy body of hers. “Unless you’re hoping my Chaos brothers make you airtight.”
She looked down at herself, then she lifted her eyes back to me, her cute little nose turned up. “I’m not some prostitute! My name is Lillian; I’m Kat’s sister. Now, move away from me, you salacious barbarian!”
Magnet slapped a hand on my shoulder “It’s okay, Wez. I know her; Ratchet does too.”
That’s when Sam and Kat walked into the clubhouse.
I stormed over to Kat, my blood pressure rising, “Your sister just walked in here all by her fuckin’ self! Don’t know if she’s naive, brave, or just stupid. She’s lucky Magnet and Ratchet knew who she was.”
Kat placed a small hand on my chest. “It’s okay, Wez. I told her to meet me here. I knew she would be safe.”
I guess the night wasn’t all jacked up since Ratchet announced to all the Chaos Kings that he got Sam knocked up and was going to marry her. The clubhouse rocked that night with rounds of drinks, back slapping, and hugs. But I kept my eyes on Lillian throughout the night as she drank and drank. Earlier she walked in those stiletto heels acting like a snobby little bitch. But later on, she was swaying and staggering in those same heels, about to fall flat on her face.
Lillian pulled out her keys and told Kat she was good to drive.
Oh, that wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’.
I walked over and stood behind her.
“Thanks, Kat. I haven’t had this much fun since...I can’t even remember!” She giggled and hiccupped. When she spun around, her pretty face collided into my chest.
I looked down at her and had to admit only to myself that she was kinda cute. “You’re not driving, girl.” I snatched the keys out of her hand. “I will. Let’s go.”
Lillian walked beside me, wobbling a bit on her high heels while her hand with fancy manicured nails clung onto my bicep for balance.
Magnet chuckled. “Thanks brother.”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck,” I grumbled.
I helped Lillian sit in the passenger seat of her shiny Lexus, then I climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car.
“Where do you live?” I asked, pulling out my phone to plug her address into my GPS.
Lillian leaned her head against the side window. She hiccupped and giggled, then closed her eyes. She was passed the fuck out. She didn’t drink that much from what I observed earlier, but guessing by her tiny frame, she couldn’t handle the alcohol.
I shook my head and turned on the interior light. I leaned over her, reaching for the seat belt and buckled her in. I rummaged through her purse sitting on her lap and pulled out her wallet. I looked at her ID and I tapped her address into my phone then drove the car out of the clubhouse lot.
Lillian lived in a nice, single-family home in a suburban neighborhood not too far from the clubhouse. I parked her car in the driveway and climbed out. When I opened the passenger door, Lillian mewed like a cat, but she didn’t wake up. I unfastened the seat belt and grabbed her purse. Then I pulled her out of the car and heaved her petite body onto my shoulder. I carried her up the steps and fumbled with her keys, finding the right one to unlock her front door.
The girl weighed next to nothing. My hand was on her ass, and I suddenly had an image of lifting up her skirt and spanking it. I carried her up the stairs and found her bedroom at the end of the hall before placing her on the bed and pulling her heels off. I tossed her keys and purse on the bed and made my way back down the stairs.
As I headed out the front door, a framed photo sitting on a table by the door caught my eye. I stared at it for a moment, and I knew then, why Lillian looked so familiar.
She was smiling in the photo. She had a pretty smile and I thought she should do that more often than turning her nose up like she did all night. Her arm was draped over an older woman—one I knew. Denise Moore. She must’ve been Lillian’s mother because they looked exactly alike.
“Well, fuck me sideways,” I grumbled.
I locked the front door and left Lillian’s house. I got an Uber to take me back to the clubhouse, then rode my bike home with a pounding headache.
CHAPTER 2LILLIAN
I was in a dark room with only a bright spotlight shining down on me. I was naked and lying on a hard, flat surface. My legs were spread, my ankles shackled, and my wrists immobilized above my head. I screamed but there was no sound. Then I heard the buzzing noise, like a dental drill. I couldn’t see anything beyond the spotlight above me. There was only pitch blackness. I was naked, vulnerable, cold, and terrified. I didn’t ask myself why I was naked and bound, because I deserved it. I’d been so insensitive and sometimes
