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Becca’s humorless chuckle fell into the air between them. “You don’t need to take care of me, Hailey.”

  Hailey ripped off another piece of the pizza crust and popped it into her mouth. “I’m not. I’m just saying that you should eat before all of this pizza is gone.”

  Becca grinned, and replied, “That’s why I wanted to be friends again. You care so much for other people, and it’s effortless. I don’t think that you can even help yourself. I bet that you’d still go out of your way to stop the bleeding if that thug that put us in here passed out and bumped his head a minute ago.”

  I can’t say that I would have helped him ten minutes ago. I can’t believe that he let Becca and I stay together because I was afraid.

  “I’m sorry, Hailey. I’d never betray you that way again.”

  Hailey shook her head. “It’s fine. Let’s put it behind us, because we’ve got bigger problems.” Hailey nudged the plate of pizza closer to Becca.

  Becca’s eyes fell onto the plate before she let her eyes rest on Hailey. She ripped off a piece of crust from the other side of the pizza, and chewed on it.

  Hailey put on what she hoped was her most convincing smile before she said, “We’ll need all of the strength we can muster for whatever they’ve got planned for us.” Hailey’s eyes came to rest on the leather shorts that squeezed her friend’s thighs until her skin was a bright pink color.

  I just hope that whatever’s coming isn’t more than we can handle.

  Chapter 4

  Hailey shot up in bed as the sound of the door being unlocked fell on her ears. A throbbing ache spread throughout her right arm, and she slid it out from underneath Becca’s still form. There was a dull ache behind her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she sat back against the wall behind the bed.

  The door opened, and the bright white, fluorescent lights from the lobby spilled into the room before being shut out. Meish stepped into the room, he leaned against the wall beside the door.

  Hailey swallowed a lump of spit in her throat and said, “What do you want?”

  Meish smirked and said, “Would you mind waking your friend? We’ve got quite a bit of work to do.”

  “Work?! When are you going to let us go? My father must be going crazy, wondering where I am.”

  “We’ll let you go when we feel like we’ve worked out a fair deal. However, I was thinking that we could find a few ways to keep you two busy until then.”

  “Busy?” Hailey repeated.

  Meish’s low chuckle caused a thick blanket of dread to fall over her. Hailey shook Becca awake, and Becca slowly peeled her eyes open. Her eyes were bright with fear when the sleep cleared away from her eyes, and she recognized Meish’s dominating figure in front of her.

  “I was thinking that you could help me keep my riders entertained. They don’t have much to do lately when they’re not thinking of ways to get their hands around some Python throats,” Meish pushed himself off of the wall and pointed at Becca, “Do you see your friend here? I think I’d like to see how you’d do in one of those outfits.”

  Hailey’s fingers curled around the fabric of the frayed blanket, and tears stung at the back of her eyes. “I’m not going to be your plaything.”

  “I wouldn’t keep you all to myself.” Meish said, he opened the door and three riders moved into the room. A scream was ripped out of Hailey’s chest as the men snatched she and Becca off of the bed. The scuffed hardwood floors and the beat up boots that were on the rider’s feet were all that Hailey could make out as they carried her into another room.

  Meish opened up a couple of double doors, and gestured at a space in the middle of the room. “There. We’ll need to give them a few minutes to get ready.”

  “Get ready for what?!” Becca screeched.

  “Make sure to put on that nice outfit that I picked out for you. I don’t want my guys to be disappointed.” Meish winked, and followed the riders out of the room.

  Hailey turned to Becca and gripped her shoulders. “Listen, we’re going to be fine. I’ll make sure of it. My Dad isn’t going to do anything for them if they do too much damage.” A flash of red just over Becca’s shoulder caught Hailey’s eye. She narrowed her eyes and moved across the ratty carpet.

  Hailey gasped, and lifted a crimson colored skirt off of a stained coffee table. “Oh my God,” she whispered. She grabbed the matching bra that was beside it, and turned around to show the outfit to Becca.

  “Becca,” she breathed, “we might be in big trouble.”

  Becca tugged on the ends of her skirt and swiped at the tears that ran down her cheeks with her other hand. “We’re never going to get out of here.”

  Hailey held up one of her hands and said, “It’s okay, it’s fine. We just have to play by their rules and be patient.” She stroked her thumb across one of Becca’s cheeks, and wiped away a fresh round of tears. “Just play along, okay?”

  Becca nodded and Hailey dropped her hands. She chewed on her lower lip and undid the top button of her shorts. She inhaled deeply, then dragged the zipper down. Her denim shorts fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of them. Hailey pulled her shirt over her head, and slipped into the bra and skirt set.

  As she slid the straps of the bra over her shoulder, the door whipped open and Meish stepped inside. A brood of riders stood behind them, their eyes wildly searched for the afternoon delight that they’d been promised.

  Meish stepped towards them, his eyes appreciatively scanned Hailey’s naked, flat stomach. His eyes stopped at the space between her breasts before returning to her face. He grinned and said, “Alright, ladies. I’m ready for a show.” He walked past them, his shoulder bumped against Becca’s. Meish pulled a small remote off of a shelf, and pointed it towards a stereo that said just behind the riders.

  A round of jeers and hollers rose up to the ceiling as a sultry pop tone vibrated the room. Becca’s trembling limbs vibrated Hailey’s bones. Hailey extended her hand towards her friend, and said, “It’s okay. We’ll get through this.”

  Meish clapped his hands and said, “Enough chatter, ladies. I want to see some of your best moves.” Meish fell back onto one of the arm chairs to the right of them and crossed one of his enormous legs over the other. “And I get the first dance.”

  ***

  Rocco blinked and wiped a rain droplet out of the corner of his eyes. Women held newspapers over their heads as the downpour started, and Rocco fell into a light jog on his way to the Chasing Spirits Clubhouse. He propelled his feet across the dampened sidewalk, and narrowed his eyes as the clubhouse came into view.

  Meish didn’t fill me in with what we’re going to be doing with them. I hope that he was able to get ahold of the Python’s President before we get ourselves into too much trouble. Hailey’s defiant stare flashed across his mind, the way that she tensed her muscles and looked straight ahead in an effort to let him and anyone else know that she wouldn’t break down for anyone.

  I bet that all of it’s a show, though. When Rocco went home the night before and crawled into his bed, he would hear her voice every time that he found himself on the cusp of sleep. Could you stay with me? Rocco shook his head, Hailey certainly had bigger balls than half of the men that he’d been riding with for years.

  Rocco pushed the doors open, and music vibrated underneath his feet. He dragged a hand through his slick, black hair and approached Clyde’s desk.

  Clyde leant back in his chair with a cup of coffee in one of his hands. He pointed to the kitchen and said, “I just made a fresh pot. You might want to get a good sip of coffee before you join Meish and everyone else for the show.”

  “The show?” Rocco repeated.

  Clyde nodded, and pointed towards one of the lounge rooms. “Meish thought that the other riders might appreciate a show, courtesy of our involuntary visitors.”

  Rocco peered down the hallway, and the words of the sultry pop tune that played in the lounge room slid from underneath the door and into Rocco’s ears. What the hell? Rocco
moved down the hall, his footsteps slowed just outside of the lounge room. He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, and opened the door.

  He scanned the eager faces of around fifteen riders, they formed a half circle around Hailey and her friend. Meish was in the center of the circle, he reclined in his seat, and pulled Hailey’s friend, Becca onto his lap.

  Meish’s hand connected with Becca’s ass, and the slap echoed throughout the room. A fresh round of jeers erupted from the riders, and Rocco pushed past the group and moved towards the front.

  While Meish’s hands wandered over Becca’s body, she shook her hips and twirled against him in a half hearted attempt to appease him.

  Jackson, a newer rider that had joined the club a little over two months ago, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “What about you, sweetheart? Show us what you learned when you were hanging out with the Pythons!”

  Hailey scowled and whipped her head in the opposite direction. Rocco watched as Jackson pushed one of the other riders to the side and closed in on Hailey. His hulking form towered over her, and a devious grin spread across his lips as he moved forward.

  Rocco’s eyes burned holes into Jackson’s wide and sinewy back, he could make out the faint outline of Jackson’s toned back muscles through his white t-shirt.

  One of Jackson’s hands shot out and snatched up Hailey’s arm. He ignored her terrified yelp and said, “Come on now, you’re here to put on a show. Unless you’re the type of girl that prefers to give private dances.” He slipped his fingers in between the tight, crimson skirt that she wore and her skin.

  Rocco’s eyes moved from Jackson, and fell onto Hailey’s face. She wrinkled her nose and jerked about in Jackson’s grip. Her eyes connected with Rocco’s for less than a second, the defiant glow about her from the day before had completely faded away. It had been replaced by the fresh look of fear that lit up her features. Hailey’s eyes were wild, and her knees buckled. She tugged against Jackson’s grip, but each angry pull was less effective than the last.

  Jackson chuckled and said, “I bet that you’ve never let anyone taste you before,” he turned his head towards the rest of the riders and said, “Should I taste her, fellas? And tell you what she tastes like? Do you think she tastes sweet, like honey?”

  Rocco’s lips formed a thin line as he stepped forward. The chatter of the riders behind fell to a low roar, and he said, “We’re not tasting anything today, Jackson.”

  Jackson frowned and said, “What?”

  Rocco made a show of pressing his hands against the muscles in his neck, and twisting it until the crackle of his bones was heard throughout the entire room. “No one is tasting anyone, you oaf. Do you think that the Pythons are going to even meet us halfway if you get your slobber all over their President’s daughter? We’ll find you in a ditch across town by the end of the week.”

  “I’m having some fun, Rocco. Maybe you should pull that stick out of your ass and do the same.” Jackson’s hands abandoned the skirt and he squeezed Hailey’s shoulders in a tight grip. He pushed her forward and she crashed against Rocco’s chest.

  “Go ahead, Rocco.” Jackson smirked and stared daggers at Rocco. “Have a little fun, VP.”

  Rocco scoffed and moved Hailey to the right of him. He redirected his attention to Jackson but the giant had already moved over to Meish and Becca. The other riders had begun to close in on the girl, and their hands flew all over her body.

  Hailey’s low sob stole Rocco’s attention. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door. Rocco moved into the hallway and shut the door. He turned towards Hailey and said, “I don’t know what Meish is thinking.”

  Hailey looked towards the door and winced upon hearing Becca’s terrified scream. “What about Becca?”

  Rocco shrugged and said, “Bringing her along wasn’t a part of the plan, so I can’t say.”

  A heavy silence fell between them and Hailey nodded. Her eyes met with Rocco’s and she said, “Thank you for pulling me out of there.”

  Rocco shook his head. “It’s just like I said, we’re not going to get anywhere with your father if I let something happen to you. Come on.”

  Hailey followed behind Rocco, and her heart sank as they stopped just outside the room that she’d slept in the night before. He pushed the door open and said, “This is a better place for you.”

  Hailey kept her eyes to the ground as she moved into the room. Standing in the center of the room felt like standing in the arctic compared to the sweltering heat of the lounge room that she was in before. The heat that rolled off of the mountainous bodies of the riders was gone, and the chill in her makeshift prison made the hairs on her body rise up.

  Rocco watched as she withdrew inside of herself. She crossed her arms and pressed them against her rib cage, which pushed her breasts higher. Her stiff nipples pressed against the thin fabric of the improvised stripper outfit. Rocco’s chest rose and fell as she dropped her arms and gazed into his face.

  Hailey wet her lips with her bright pink tongue before saying, “Thank you, again. I… I didn’t know what might have happened in there if you hadn’t shown up.” She reached out and set her hand on top of his shoulder. “I didn’t think that there would be anyone here would help me get through this. I know that you’ve got a bone to pick with my Dad, but it makes me feel a little better.”

  She worked her fingers into the brawny muscles in Rocco’s shoulders, and his eyes moved up the length of her arm before returning to her face. A strand of her strawberry blonde hair stuck to her lips, and without thinking, Rocco lifted it off of her mouth. His fingers rested on her soft, pillowy lips.

  Hailey’s sharp inhale brought him back to the present. She’d raised one of her hands and placed it on top of his. Rocco pictured her swatting his hand off of her, but her fingers tightened around it.

  In one, fluid motion, he pulled her towards him and brought his lips down on top of hers. His lips moved in time with Hailey’s, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. A groan fell past her lips, and was followed by lusty moan when Rocco slipped his hands into her hair and gathered a bundle of her hair at the roots.

  Hailey’s tongue slid along Rocco’s, and she nibbled on his lower lip. Rocco was the first to pull away, while Hailey stared on, with her chest heaving and her lower belly on her fire.

  “W-What was that?” She asked.

  Rocco held back a groan as his cock stiffened against his thigh. He pulled Hailey to the floor and hovered above her with his arms on either side of her. “Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled, and pulled at the small piece of fabric that held the cups of her bra together.

  He pushed one of the cups to the side, and trailed his tongue along the curve of her breast. Hailey inhaled deeply, she arched her back and pressed her hips into Rocco’s. Her hands found the back of his neck, and she pulled him towards her until their noses touched. Hailey pressed her lips against Rocco’s.

  Rocco’s teeth tugged on her lips, his hands traveled along her skin. His fingers stopped just above her nipple, before he flicked it until it was stiff as a rock. Hailey shivered underneath him. She spread her hands along the defined muscles of his back, and pressed her hands against his backside. Hailey grasped the bottom of his shirt with both of her hands, and pulled it over his head.

  Rocco’s tongue flicked against her nipple, he inhaled the dewy smell of her skin as he rested his lips between her breasts. Rocco’s fingers migrated south, his fingers grazed against her lower belly. He raised his head and nestled his nose into the crook of her neck. The nerves underneath her pale skin tingled, his tongue danced along her neck, and she cried out.

  He slapped one of his hands over her mouth and nose. “Shh,” he whispered. Her cloudy, sea colored eyes looked over his hand and dared him to make her cry out again. Hailey’s tongue flicked against his hand, and Rocco’s fingertips brushed against the soft, pale colored hairs that covered her mound.

  With an impatient growl, he tugged on the he
m of her skirt until it sat around her ankles. He pushed his finger against the moist, silk material of her underwear. Hailey’s thighs clenched around his hand.

  Rocco ran his finger along Hailey’s opening. Her breath was still as he pressed his tongue up against her. Hailey moaned, and writhed underneath him. Rocco slid his fingers in the space between her skin and her underwear. He pulled them down and past her thighs, before tossing them to the other side of the room.

  Hailey’s eyes never left Rocco’s, her lips parted when Rocco’s tongue pushed her against her lips. Rocco maneuvered the tip of his tongue inside of Hailey’s opening, it was greeted by a sweet wetness. He flicked his tongue along her bud, and her short, raspy moans sent a jolt of electricity through Rocco. Rocco gripped either side of her thigh, he squeezed his fingertips against her skin until his nails pressed into her skin.

  A low hiss of pleasure slid past Hailey’s lips, and Rocco pulled her bottom towards him. He buried his tongue in between her folds, her thighs twitched and trembled underneath his palms as he slid his tongue inside of her as far as it would go.