Read Online Without Light (New Adult Biker Gang Romance) (Night Horses MC Book 2) by Sarah Sorana - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Sarah Sorana
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I could get, but I knew it could open at any minute and light and men could pour in and scream at me and kick me again and again.
It was ridiculous. I barely knew the man, and I wanted him to save me.
Of course, if I’d never met him, I wouldn’t be in this fucking room.
That much was obvious.
They were beating me, they’d locked me in here, all to find out about Merle’s dope.
I kept telling them that I didn’t know anything, that I was clueless.
The light clicked on.
Deep breath. I blinked, and huddled further into myself. I shut my eyes and hid my face.
I heard soft footsteps and smelled something wonderful.
A gentle noise, a clinking of something put down next to me.
I heard someone, someone smaller than Jefe, sit down at the other end of the room.
I opened my eyes and saw a small, dark-haired girl sitting across from me. She was about my age, and looked familiar.
She looked sad.
“ I’m sorry,” she said. “You were with that man. You were drawing all those tattoos, telling him about el Jefe. I thought you must know a lot.”
The waitress from the Mexican restaurant.
I shook my head, mutely.
“ They let me bring you some food,” she whispered.
I looked down, and saw a tray, with a plate, and a napkin, and a glass of water, and - real food. There wasn’t much of it, but it looked amazing. Eggs. Bacon. Peppers. Rice. I wasn’t sure what all of it was, but it looked amazing.
“ Don’t eat too quickly,” she said. “You’ll get sick.”
I swallowed.
How could I not? I was so hungry.
“ One bite at a time,” she said. “If you throw it all up you’ll regret it.”
I nodded. I stretched my legs out in front of me, winced, and pulled the tray into my lap.
There was a clean fork. Heaven.
“ Where am I?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“ You’re… somewhere they own,” she said. “They bring girls here. You’re lucky you haven’t tried to run away. The last girl did.”
“ I’m not the first girl they put in here?” I asked, although I’d figured that out already. They were so matter-of-fact, they had to have some sort of system.
“ I think I was one of the first, but it’s been a long time,” she said. Her English was good, but she had a lilting accent I had to think about. “They let me out to wait tables at their restaurants now sometimes. I like that.”
“ What do you do when you’re not waiting tables?” I asked, after a mouthful of beans.
I’d never tasted anything so good.
I took a gulp of water. Real, clean water.
She looked at me strangely.
“ What do you think?” she asked. “To these men, a girl is a whore or she is a wife.”
She held up her hand.
“ No one has given me a ring and no one will now,” she said.
“ Can’t you run away?” I asked. “Give a note to someone when you’re at the restaurant?”
Can’t you tell someone where I am?
I didn’t say it out loud, but my eyes begged her to take pity on me.
“ They will hurt me. They will hurt my sister,” she said, simply. “We are never away from here at the same time. I do not know where this is.”
I bit my lip.
“ Are they going to… are they going to hurt me more?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything.
“ You are a whore, or you are a wife,” she repeated. “You will make them money or you give them boys.”
I swallowed.
One of the men had groped me, but they’d not done anything more.
Yet.
“ Other girls have tried to escape?” I asked.
“ The door isn’t locked,” she said. She wasn’t smiling now.
“ I figured the one at the end of the hallway was,” I said.
“ No,” she said. “It never is. It goes to the main room.”
I frowned.
“ What’s keeping girls in?”
“ Any girl who leaves one of these cells, the Jefe tells the
It was ridiculous. I barely knew the man, and I wanted him to save me.
Of course, if I’d never met him, I wouldn’t be in this fucking room.
That much was obvious.
They were beating me, they’d locked me in here, all to find out about Merle’s dope.
I kept telling them that I didn’t know anything, that I was clueless.
The light clicked on.
Deep breath. I blinked, and huddled further into myself. I shut my eyes and hid my face.
I heard soft footsteps and smelled something wonderful.
A gentle noise, a clinking of something put down next to me.
I heard someone, someone smaller than Jefe, sit down at the other end of the room.
I opened my eyes and saw a small, dark-haired girl sitting across from me. She was about my age, and looked familiar.
She looked sad.
“ I’m sorry,” she said. “You were with that man. You were drawing all those tattoos, telling him about el Jefe. I thought you must know a lot.”
The waitress from the Mexican restaurant.
I shook my head, mutely.
“ They let me bring you some food,” she whispered.
I looked down, and saw a tray, with a plate, and a napkin, and a glass of water, and - real food. There wasn’t much of it, but it looked amazing. Eggs. Bacon. Peppers. Rice. I wasn’t sure what all of it was, but it looked amazing.
“ Don’t eat too quickly,” she said. “You’ll get sick.”
I swallowed.
How could I not? I was so hungry.
“ One bite at a time,” she said. “If you throw it all up you’ll regret it.”
I nodded. I stretched my legs out in front of me, winced, and pulled the tray into my lap.
There was a clean fork. Heaven.
“ Where am I?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“ You’re… somewhere they own,” she said. “They bring girls here. You’re lucky you haven’t tried to run away. The last girl did.”
“ I’m not the first girl they put in here?” I asked, although I’d figured that out already. They were so matter-of-fact, they had to have some sort of system.
“ I think I was one of the first, but it’s been a long time,” she said. Her English was good, but she had a lilting accent I had to think about. “They let me out to wait tables at their restaurants now sometimes. I like that.”
“ What do you do when you’re not waiting tables?” I asked, after a mouthful of beans.
I’d never tasted anything so good.
I took a gulp of water. Real, clean water.
She looked at me strangely.
“ What do you think?” she asked. “To these men, a girl is a whore or she is a wife.”
She held up her hand.
“ No one has given me a ring and no one will now,” she said.
“ Can’t you run away?” I asked. “Give a note to someone when you’re at the restaurant?”
Can’t you tell someone where I am?
I didn’t say it out loud, but my eyes begged her to take pity on me.
“ They will hurt me. They will hurt my sister,” she said, simply. “We are never away from here at the same time. I do not know where this is.”
I bit my lip.
“ Are they going to… are they going to hurt me more?” I asked.
She didn’t say anything.
“ You are a whore, or you are a wife,” she repeated. “You will make them money or you give them boys.”
I swallowed.
One of the men had groped me, but they’d not done anything more.
Yet.
“ Other girls have tried to escape?” I asked.
“ The door isn’t locked,” she said. She wasn’t smiling now.
“ I figured the one at the end of the hallway was,” I said.
“ No,” she said. “It never is. It goes to the main room.”
I frowned.
“ What’s keeping girls in?”
“ Any girl who leaves one of these cells, the Jefe tells the
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