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Pasadena the night before. Lind had no doubt that part was true. He must have come by. Eve must have sniffed something out. Jacob must have realized that he had been caught and taken her. But taken her where ? Was she even alive still?
She had to be. The opposite was simply too awful a possibility to even consider.
“Alec, we have to find them,” Lind said. “Jacob was involved. I know it. Otherwise, why take her away? Why expose me?”
Alec thought about it. His features were dark and sad. “I just can’t believe it. Why would he want me dead?”
“Probably to take your place.”
Alec almost choked on his coffee. “Jacob? President of the MC? God save us…”
“Indeed,” Lind said darkly. “I knew something was wrong when I woke up this morning. I never sleep that soundly, and there was a sweet taste in my mouth.”
Alec grinned. “Are you sure that wasn’t something else?”
Lind glared. “Shut up.”
Alec laughed. “You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?” he exclaimed in delight. “Shit, Lind, you’re so fucking predictable sometimes.”
Lind waved a hand in dismissal. “ Really not the point, Alec. We’ve got bigger fish to fry.”
“Fine,” Alec said, still grinning. “You think he might have drugged you?”
“Again, it’s the only thing that makes sense,” Lind said. “But I don’t see how he could’ve done it. I was already asleep when he came by.”
“Chloroform tastes sweet, you know,” Alec ventured.
Lind’s eyes widened. Chloroform. The bastard! “Fuck,” he growled. “Fucking son of a bitch. He’s a dead man!”
“We have to find him first,” Alec said. He stood, stretched his sore muscles. “Let’s go. We’re going to need everybody for this.” He hesitated. “I believe you when you say she wasn’t involved with happened. But you still lied to the club, Viper. We’ll discuss your punishment when this is over.”
Lind nodded gravely. He wouldn’t have expected anything less.
CHAPTER NINE
Eve woke up slowly. There was a sweet, sickly taste in her mouth that turned her stomach. She felt like her head was twice as heavy as it should be. Slowly, the world around her came into focus. Not that there was much to see.
The room was bare. There was a long metal table by the wall to her left. There were metal shelves littering the wall to her right. The floor was yellowish, with dark brown stains here and there, like overly dried blood that someone had been unable to wash away completely. There was a single, small window from which sunlight streamed. The ceiling was littered with pallid florescent lights and a single fan in the center of it that currently stood still.
Eve tried to move, but she found that she couldn’t; something prevented her. As her senses and bearings returned, she realized that she was tied to a chair. It was an office chair, a comfortable chair. Still, her forearms and wrists were tied to the armrests, and her ankles were tied together to the pole that led down to the chair’s wheels—which were of course stuck and would not roll anywhere.
Her memory resurfaced just as slowly as all her other senses, but it was a sure resurfacing, and she soon remembered everything. Funny, how a pleasant, wild night of casual sex had turned on her so spectacularly. If she had been a believer in karma, she would have wondered. As it was, however, she merely chalked it up to the astonishing amount of bad luck she had been having over the past few weeks.
The heavy metal door creaked and clunked, the rattling startling her. She looked up just in time to see the massive door screech on its hinges. Jacob walked in carrying a plastic bag. Fear stabbed at Eve then, and she could imagine him suffocating her with that very same bag.
She shook her head firmly and took a few deep breaths, telling herself that she had been watching too many movies. She knew that remaining
She had to be. The opposite was simply too awful a possibility to even consider.
“Alec, we have to find them,” Lind said. “Jacob was involved. I know it. Otherwise, why take her away? Why expose me?”
Alec thought about it. His features were dark and sad. “I just can’t believe it. Why would he want me dead?”
“Probably to take your place.”
Alec almost choked on his coffee. “Jacob? President of the MC? God save us…”
“Indeed,” Lind said darkly. “I knew something was wrong when I woke up this morning. I never sleep that soundly, and there was a sweet taste in my mouth.”
Alec grinned. “Are you sure that wasn’t something else?”
Lind glared. “Shut up.”
Alec laughed. “You’ve fucked her, haven’t you?” he exclaimed in delight. “Shit, Lind, you’re so fucking predictable sometimes.”
Lind waved a hand in dismissal. “ Really not the point, Alec. We’ve got bigger fish to fry.”
“Fine,” Alec said, still grinning. “You think he might have drugged you?”
“Again, it’s the only thing that makes sense,” Lind said. “But I don’t see how he could’ve done it. I was already asleep when he came by.”
“Chloroform tastes sweet, you know,” Alec ventured.
Lind’s eyes widened. Chloroform. The bastard! “Fuck,” he growled. “Fucking son of a bitch. He’s a dead man!”
“We have to find him first,” Alec said. He stood, stretched his sore muscles. “Let’s go. We’re going to need everybody for this.” He hesitated. “I believe you when you say she wasn’t involved with happened. But you still lied to the club, Viper. We’ll discuss your punishment when this is over.”
Lind nodded gravely. He wouldn’t have expected anything less.
CHAPTER NINE
Eve woke up slowly. There was a sweet, sickly taste in her mouth that turned her stomach. She felt like her head was twice as heavy as it should be. Slowly, the world around her came into focus. Not that there was much to see.
The room was bare. There was a long metal table by the wall to her left. There were metal shelves littering the wall to her right. The floor was yellowish, with dark brown stains here and there, like overly dried blood that someone had been unable to wash away completely. There was a single, small window from which sunlight streamed. The ceiling was littered with pallid florescent lights and a single fan in the center of it that currently stood still.
Eve tried to move, but she found that she couldn’t; something prevented her. As her senses and bearings returned, she realized that she was tied to a chair. It was an office chair, a comfortable chair. Still, her forearms and wrists were tied to the armrests, and her ankles were tied together to the pole that led down to the chair’s wheels—which were of course stuck and would not roll anywhere.
Her memory resurfaced just as slowly as all her other senses, but it was a sure resurfacing, and she soon remembered everything. Funny, how a pleasant, wild night of casual sex had turned on her so spectacularly. If she had been a believer in karma, she would have wondered. As it was, however, she merely chalked it up to the astonishing amount of bad luck she had been having over the past few weeks.
The heavy metal door creaked and clunked, the rattling startling her. She looked up just in time to see the massive door screech on its hinges. Jacob walked in carrying a plastic bag. Fear stabbed at Eve then, and she could imagine him suffocating her with that very same bag.
She shook her head firmly and took a few deep breaths, telling herself that she had been watching too many movies. She knew that remaining
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