Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance by Carter Steele (books recommended by bts .txt) 📕

things considered. Surprisingly, considering his reputation, Billy was very careful not to hurt me. That wasn’t to say he was a considerate or even a competent lover by any means. He was selfish and very cognizant of the fact that I was there to serve him. Despite a few moments where it looked like he wanted t0 be more aggressive, in the end he decided against beating, cutting or burning me like some other men.

I’d read up on Billy’s history when I set the meeting up with him and Patrick. He had a sadistic streak to him and that’s why I was so afraid when he chose me. If it hadn’t been for Wreck I didn’t know what Billy would’ve done to me.

Patrick on the other hand… When he opened my door after Billy had cleaned up and left, I knew exactly what was in store for me. He was going to slap me around a bit and yell at me for something that wasn't my fault and was completely out of my control.

Patrick wasn't muscular in a traditional workout all the time way, but he was a large man. At over six feet tall and with at least one hundred-and-fifty pounds on me he easily took up most of the doorway he stood in. His glasses caught in the light, the shine blocked my ability to see his eyes.

Looking up at him filled me with a sense of dread that was like being wrapped in a wet blanket on a freezing night. I immediately started scribbling in my notepad to tell him that I didn't know why Wreck had taken such an interest in me and that I wouldn't tell him anything. I only got a few words down before I felt his fist land on the side of my head.

I was unconscious before I hit the ground.

Some time later I woke up, but quickly realized I was no longer in my room. The room was pitch black, but that didn't matter. It was the smell of stale cigars and B.O. That gave it away. I didn't even need to see to know I was now in Patrick's office down the hall. I'd spent countless nights on his computer researching local law, code, accounting, incorporation documents, and everything else necessary to run a small legal business. But that wasn't why he had me doing the work. He wanted me to learn, and I'd always been an excellent student. If you know the law intimately then it's easy to find loopholes, work-arounds and corrupt people in power to bribe or extort.

I groaned against the strain in my wrists and ankles. My anxiety spiked at being bound and I thrashed against my restraints, but to no avail. The handcuffs didn't budge. This was bad. I hadn't infuriated Patrick this bad in a long time. I was genuinely afraid of whatever was going to happen next.

Patrick was sadistic, petty and cruel, but he hadn't done anything like to me in...well, since the first time I incurred his wrath.

My punishment for doing the right thing.

I'll never make that mistake again.

Calming my breathing, I tried to focus on what was going on. I didn't think he was going to kill me. No, I was too valuable these days. But my mind started down really dark paths. He'd made the repercussions for disobedience very clear in the past. He once told me I didn't need the ability to walk to use a computer. I shivered.

Minutes turned to excruciating hours. In a way I'd been lucky that I hadn't eaten or drank anything since my I guess you could call it date with Wreck otherwise I'd have to pee. God, being with Wreck felt like so long ago now despite it not being even twenty-four hours ago.

Just outside girls working late wrapped up their nights with their clients. I thrashed around again wishing I could just scream to them to come and help me, but that was impossible. My heart ached and I soon stopped struggling. Even if they did hear me none of them would be brave enough to help me and risk Patrick's wrath. They weren't bad girls, they were just trying to survive. I couldn't fault them for that.

All alone in the dark I found my thoughts drifting to the one person who'd brought light into my life. I had Wreck pegged so wrong when I first met him. Everything about him was unexpected, refreshing, and curious. The aviary was a dream come true. I didn't know places like that existed. All the birds there were so exotic and nearly bursting with life. Their freedom was an illusion of course but they didn't know that. Blissful in their ignorance they lived happy lives.

With every pencil mark I put down on the sketch pad I envied them a little more. For years and years I wished I could just turn into a bird and fly away from all of this. It was funny, the closest thing I felt to actual freedom was being on the back of his bike. I could still feel the memory of the wind on my skin and the road's vibration in my bones.

Wreck was unlike anyone I'd ever met.

I saw what he was preparing to do when Billy chose me. Thank God someone stopped him from causing a scene or I might never have woken up at all after Patrick walked into my room.

What I still couldn't figure out was why? Why did he come after me? Why did he show any interest in me at all? The time I spent with him at the aviary and the restaurant afterward was like a dream of another life. He made me almost feel normal, like I wasn't...who I am.

That was why I wanted him to stay away. I couldn't afford to get distracted...or hopeful. Eventually he would abandon me too and another piece of me would die away.

Soon there would be nothing left of me.

The computer on Patrick's desk in