O’Ryan strained at his bonds, which had him standing up nearly on his tippy toes with his arms hooked to a meat hook system of some sort, with his hands cuffed together.
He was filthy, but honestly, he looked fairly healthy despite the living conditions and being held imprisoned and all.
“You, get up and move toward the other hook,” Sareen ordered.
I snorted. “No, thank you.”
Her eye twitched.
“Don’t make me move you myself,” she ordered.
Sareen wasn’t a big girl, per se, but she wasn’t small, either.
Obviously, by way of her dragging me in here, she could move me herself.
And if she wanted me over there, she would have to do it. Because I wasn’t about to make this easy on her.
Why would I?
“I will drag you by your hair,” Sareen hissed.
I shrugged as if I couldn’t give less than a shit.
She moved toward me with her intent clear.
She wasn’t about to make this easy on me, either.
She got to within a step of me, and I moved.
Choosing that moment to show her what it took to run a bar for ten years on my own, I struck fast and hard.
Taking the heel of my hand, I shoved it straight into her thigh, forcing her to drop hard to one knee.
The moment that she was on my level, I reared back and punched her so hard in the face that she fell back on her ass, covering her face.
Much the same as Mirabel had fallen yesterday after Salem had hit her.
I’d taught her how to throw a punch, after all.
Sareen’s nasally cry of pain was almost drowned out by the roar of motorcycle pipes.
Almost.
With satisfaction, I punched her one more time right before the door to the prison that I was kneeling in was thrown open.
I was unsurprised to see almost every single member of the Battle Crows MC pour in, Easton in the lead.
“Well, it’s about time you got here,” I grunted, throwing another punch, this one to Sareen’s throat.
She dodged just enough that it was a glancing blow, but it was enough to cause her to choke.
Before I could throw another, I was in Easton’s arms, and he was moving me so that I was in another room. This one didn’t look too menacing to be inside.
“Are you okay?” he asked, moving swiftly to place me down on a table that was full of different kinds of torture devices.
I decided it was best not to examine them too closely.
“I’m…” I started to say okay, but that would’ve been a lie. “I think I’ve been drugged.”
“Chloroform,” someone said from behind Easton.
I glanced over his shoulder to see Jeremiah, the uncle of the Crow brothers, coming our way.
I blinked at him. “Chloroform?”
Now, I wouldn’t say that we were best friends or anything, but I truly did count him as someone that I knew would always have my back.
“Jeremiah.” I nodded as I brought my bike to a halt next to his and shut it off. “You’re not working today?”
Jeremiah owned a very popular bakery, as well as shared an electric company with his ex-wife.
He was busy as hell, and it was rare to see him out during the day like I was seeing now.
“I needed a break,” he admitted. “We lost an oven yesterday at the bakery due to a power surge from my own damn company. Then the power went off and I was dealing with that shit all night. Not to mention I now have to replace a fifteen-thousand-dollar oven… needless to say, sitting here in the open air for a bit while Shine gets ready is no hardship. Plus, couldn’t cook anything today anyway since it’s Giselle’s day to work.”