by Rynn, Alexa
I didn’t need time to think about anything! I didn’t want Ace! I didn’t want anyone except for Cutter. I’d never been so crazy about anyone in my entire life.
He grabbed a gun off the dresser and dug it into his jeans. “I’ll see you in a little while, you enjoy your alone time.” He paused and looked me up and down slowly, shaking his head. “It’s a shame, you look damn sexy like that, too.”
“Don’t you leave me here!” I yelled at him. “What am I? Some kind of joke to you! Why do you keep fucking saving me just to treat me like some hoe you can easily replace, Cutter?” I kicked at the sheets angrily. “I’m just a game to you! Something else to pass your time until the next girl comes along!”
Cutter paused at the door. “What’s gotten into you? Speaking to me like that, Grace?” He shook his head and looked at me, irritation in his eyes. “You have to have consequences for your actions, I won’t have a girl who’s involved with other club members as mine. Do you understand me?”
“You don’t care about me!” I spat out at him. “I’m just another girl!”
“Don’t you get it? I’m doing this because I do care!”
He looked so dark and tortured, pissed at me for not understanding his train of thought. Like anyone else in his or her right mind would. The only person he made any sense to was himself.
“Just go,” I told him, looking away.
He sighed. “I’m giving you this time to think, Grace. Use it.” He waited another moment and then left me alone in the room, closing the door so gently behind him that I had to look to make sure that the knob fully clicked shut.
What was wrong with him? How could he possibly think that this type of behavior was okay? When I got out of these handcuffs I was going to run as far away from him as possible! And never come back!
It was the only way.
I’d given myself to a very dangerous man and promised his equally dangerous father that I would give him a grandson to take over his crime filled motorcycle club when the time came.
Who was I and what had I done with the real Grace?
The real Grace was a good, play it safe, girl. The real Grace would have never gotten involved in a situation like this. The real Grace would be at home watching Friends reruns or playing scrabble with her mom and sister.
My heart started to ache.
My mom and sister who I hadn’t seen or talked to in over a week, they must be worried sick about me by now. I made a mental note to ask Cutter when he got back if I could at least call them but then I remembered that I’m supposed to be running away from Cutter when he comes back so I made a mental note to forget that plan and come up with a new plan.
The whole thing was just too confusing to deal with.
The handle on the door jingled and I sat up straight.
Cutter.
He must have felt bad about leaving me here and came back to untie me and tell me how sorry he was. Or at least, how he shouldn’t have left me all alone in the middle of his bed with no way out and practically naked. See, a little voice told me, he’s not a bad guy, he just needed a little guidance. He was damaged like the rest of us.
But my feeling of sympathy was short-lived because it wasn’t Cutter who entered the room. No, for the second time in my life, Cutter’s little sister was catching me in a compromising position.
“Stop being such a jerk about it,” Heather said to whoever was behind her. “I’ll be two seconds, I just have to grab something. It’s not like I’m going to go through all my brother’s personal business.” She had her head facing away from me, addressing whoever was with her in an annoyed tone.
“I don’t care,” Blaze said. “Cutter told me not to let anyone in this room under any circumstances.” He made a grab for her arm but she slipped away from him.
“I’m not just anyone, Blaze, I’m his sister.” She rolled her eyes and swung around, her mouth falling open when she saw me chained to her brother’s bed in nothing more than my undies and bra. “Wow.”
“Just hurry up and get what you need.” Blaze pounded in after her. “You can’t be here when your brother gets back.” He glanced over Heather’s shoulder and his look of aggravation turned to one of shock.
I grabbed one of the smaller blankets off the side of the headboard and struggled to cover myself up with it but it wasn’t much help, it was big enough to cover up about one of my legs. “Don’t you two knock?”
Heather snapped out of her surprise and shook her head. “I don’t need to knock, my brother lives here. Don’t you… don’t you ever wear clothes?”
“Good come back,” Blaze laughed.
“I hate you,” Heather mumbled.
“Hate’s a strong word,” Blaze pointed out.
“I know what it is,” Heather snapped. “All you do is talk to me like I’m a child.” Blaze held her stare for a few seconds and Heather turned her attention back to me, trying to hide the blush that crept into her face as a result of his attention.
Great, like I didn’t have enough real problems on my hands, I had to watch this two stumble over the fact that they were clearly into each other. Actually, Heather is clearly into Blaze. Blaze was too hard to read one way or another.
“I hate to break this up.” I pulled on the handcuffs so hard that my wrist stung. “But could I get a little help here?”
Heather looked me up and down. “Ugh, like, what the hell are you and my brother into anyway?”
“Whatever it is, looks extremely hot,” Blaze pointed out.
Heather shot him a hurt look before replacing it with one of disgust. “Are you saying you think my brother’s club property is hot?”
Blaze rolled his eyes. “Oh, here we go. That’s not what I said and you know it, I said whatever they are up to is hot, not that Grace herself was hot.”
Hey, what was wrong with Grace?
“I’m not anyone’s property,” I offered up.
“Yes you are,” Heather spat out at me, all worked up now. “You belong to my brother.” She shot Blaze a look. “Some people should keep that in mind.”
“Can someone please untie me here?”
“The last time I tried to do you a favor you knocked me unconscious so I think I’ll pass.” Heather pushed past Blaze and headed back toward the door. “And I doubt Blaze will untie you either, clearly he likes you in that position.”
“Don’t start this again, Heather,” Blaze called after her. “You aren’t my mother, you don’t have to yell at me every time I say something that comes out the wrong way.”
“And you aren’t my father,” Heather yelled from the hallway. “So how about leaving me alone?”
Blaze scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Great.” He turned around and started to shut the door behind him. He paused when he heard me banging my wrists around again and sighed. “I can’t let you go, Grace, you know that.”
Of course, he couldn’t. The only person he was really loyal to was Cutter, his brother. As much as I wanted his help I had to respect the fact that he was so loyal that nothing could cloud his judgment when it came to Cutter and what he wanted.
“I know,” I told him softly. “I know.”
“Did you ever apologize to Heather?”
I huffed. “I’m a little caught up at the moment, Blaze.”
He rolled one of the sleeves of his jacket up, revealing an arm full of tattoos. “And what about when she was sewing your face up? You couldn’t have managed to fit it in then?”
“I was a little worked up about other things, Blaze. Like how I was this close to being raped an hour before.” And how I’d promised to have Cutter’s child, the guilty part of me reminded myself. “Look, I’ll tell her sorry, just... when the time is right.”
“Okay.” Blaze glanced behind him, like maybe Heather was gong to come popping back in at any moment. “I know she would really appreciate it.”
Something told me it mattered to him more than it did to her but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “I know, I’ll tell
her, don’t worry.” I pushed the blanket further over my body, suddenly too aware of the fact that I was practically naked in front of Cutter’s best friend.
Blaze went to shut the door but I stopped him. “Blaze?”
He paused, waiting.
“I just wanted to thank you for what you did that day. A lesser man would have walked away.” I wasn’t sure where it had come from, I’d never planned on thanking him for saving me, especially because Cutter was literally feet behind him and would have saved me if Blaze hadn't, but somehow it felt like the right thing to do.
Blaze didn’t say anything for a second but then he just shook his head. “No, Grace, any real man would have done exactly what I did.” He shot me a half smile. “Hang in there, I’m sure Cutter won’t keep you waiting much longer.”
Not much longer. Right.
Chapter Six
GRACE
I was still replaying the phrase in my mind, at least, an hour later. Not much longer. How much time did Cutter think I needed to think about this horrible thing I’d done that I hadn’t actually done?
I understood why he was pissed off, but I hadn’t meant anything of it. On the other hand, if the roles were reversed and he had been with some girl right after he left me on the side of the road I probably would have lost my mind.
So maybe I was in the wrong more than I wanted to admit.
I knew Blaze was outside the door because I could hear him pacing back and forth. I was also pretty sure I’d heard him call Heather and leave a message, demanding that she call him back right away if she knew what was good for her. But that was none of my business.
The only person who was my business was Cutter.
He must have told Blaze to watch over the room and make sure that no one came or went. Probably trying to avoid a certain situation that I got myself wrapped up in last time, there was no way I was going to be able to escape with Blaze on the other side of the door.
My wrist was really starting to ache though and I was debating back and forth on if I should call out to Blaze on the other side of the door or not when the handle jiggled and Cutter came bursting in.
His hair was all messy, sticking up in every which direction and I could smell the stench of cigarettes and liquor on him right away. He didn't look drunk but it was clear he’d been downstairs drinking.
I felt relief at the sight of him until I realized he wasn’t alone.
Two blondes followed him inside, both in identically short black dresses and both of them covered in more makeup than I’d ever worn in my life. One of them pushed her fake boobs up and kicked the door shut behind her.
“I’ve dreamed about what it would be like to be in this room for like two years,” one of them whispered to the other, giggling. “You know what they say about girls who go Cutter, they never go back.” More giggling.
I pulled the comforter off the other side of the bed and threw it over my body. Was he kidding me? What the hell were two girls doing here, two girls that looked like fucking Barbie?
One of the girls looked up, spotting me for the first time. “Who’s she?” She asked Cutter, a grossed out look plastered on her face. “And why is she tied up like a servant girl?”
Cutter didn’t look at her. His eyes were on me, studying me. “She’s my pet,” he declared after a few paces. “She’s been a bad girl and she’s been learning her lesson.”
The other blonde moved closer to him. “I’ll always be a good girl, baby.” She wrapped her long slender arm around Cutter’s waist, pressing her huge boobs into him. “I’m a very good listener.”
“Me too,” the other one added eagerly.
Pain flowed in and out of every bone in my body. Was this part of my punishment? Being forced to watch him and two girls have sex right in front of me? Who in their right mind would think that was even okay? This was a whole different level even for him.
I looked at him, searching for any kind of emotion or explanation in his face but there was nothing. He looked empty and disturbed, just like everyone else who had let me down in my life.
“Yeah?” Cutter still had his eyes on me. “You’ll do whatever I say?”
They both nodded eagerly.
“What if I wanted both of you at the same time?”
The blonde on his arm cozied up closer to him. “You can have as many as you want at once, baby, you’re so powerful.” She reached up and ran her hand over his muscular chest.
I wanted to rip her fucking hair out.
“You’re disgusting,” I snapped. “You make me SICK!” I started kicking my legs up and down like a crazy person and flapping my wrist so hard that I was scared I might snap it in half but I didn’t even care, all I cared about was getting out of there. “LET ME GO! LET ME GO!”
“Control yourself, Grace,” Cutter told me sternly.
Control myself? He was trying to fuck two girls in front of me!
“I won’t! I won’t watch you! LET ME GO! I HATE YOU!”
Cutter looked unaffected.
“Wow.” The girl on his arm looked at the other one. “She’s super crazy.”
The other girl nodded. “Gross.” She moved closer to Cutter’s body. “Is that what you’re into, daddy? You want us to have a little fun with your crazy pet on the bed while you watch?” She unzipped the top of her dress a little bit so the tops of her fake boobs were exposed. “Then maybe you can jump in and join the party when you’re ready?”
The other girl put her hand over Cutter’s crotch. “Sounds like a dream.”
I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the water drip into my mouth. I looked away, not wanting him to see the kind of effect he had on me. This was the kind of girl he wanted? The kind of girl I was never going to be in a million years. He was such a jerk, a complete douchebag.
“Grace.”
I could hear his voice but it sounded so far away.
“Grace, look at me.”
I hated the part of myself that still cared, the part of myself that couldn’t seem to keep my eyes off him. I turned my eyes back to him, ignoring every voice in my head screaming at me not to. His eyes looked like fireworks shining in the pits of hell, filled with flashes of darkness and control. It was amazing how he managed to make my insides turn even when he was doing things that made him the worst person in the world for me to be around.
“Do you understand what you’re seeing here, Grace?” Cutter asked me slowly, drawing out each word like he was telling me something that I needed to remember forever. “Really understand it?”
What the heck was he talking about? Did I understand two girls willing to molest me while I was tied up if it was what Cutter needed them to do to please him? Of course, I understood it! It was awful and twisted! I used my free hand to wipe at my eyes.
Cutter was still looking at me, waiting.
I just nodded; it was the only thing I could manage.
He shook his head. “I need you to say it, Grace.”
“I understand,” I whispered.
I couldn’t believe I had to acknowledge out loud how painful this was.
Cutter grabbed the blonde by the back of the head and tore her hand off his crotch. He pushed her across the room effortlessly, like she was a woman made of feathers.
“Oh, yeah,” she giggled. “I like it rough.”
Cutter grunted and swung the door to the room open, shoving her out into the hall with a hard thud. He turned around, motioning for the other girl to follow. “Come on, get the fuck out.”
The girl in the hall looked confused. “What? What did I do wrong?”
Cutter grabbed the other blonde by the arm and pushed her toward the door, growing impatient. “You were a slut, that’s what you did wrong.” He tossed her friend out next to her.
“Fuck you!” The second girl screamed, getting mouthy. “It’s your loss!”
Cutter laughed. “I feel so lost without a couple whores who have fucked at least half of my brothers in the past year.” He moved cl
oser to them and glanced down the hall. “Here’s a tip, if you head down the hall you might be able to catch Lou and if you beg him hard enough he might let you suck his cock before he goes home to his wife.” And then he swung the door shut, leaving their stunned expressions waiting in the hallway.
Cutter hit the lock over on the door and turned around to face me. “How was your alone time?” He pulled his jacket off and tossed it onto the dresser before reaching into his waistband and discarding of a few guns.
“My alone time? Screw you!” I jiggled my hands. “My hand is killing me!” I screamed between tears, I still felt so emotional. “I feel like it’s broken! My wrist is broken! I need to get to a hospital!”
Cutter was over to the bed in a few easy strides. “Your hand isn’t broken, Grace.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a little metal key. “It hasn’t been that long.” He hooked his fingers around my wrist and dug the key into the lock, popping the cuffs open.
I yanked my wrist away from him and tried to push past him off the bed. “Get away from me,” I hissed. “I never want to see you again!” I made it halfway up before he pushed me back down.
“Grace,” he told me sternly. “Calm down.”
I backed away from him, pushing my body against the wall on the other side of the bed. “You calm down!” I pushed my knees into my chest. “Let me go! I want to be as far away from you as possible!”
Cutter sat down on the edge of the bed and inched his perfect body closer to mine. “You don’t mean that, my sweet Grace, you’re just in a state of shock right now.”
“I do mean it! I can’t even stand to be near you after what you just did!” I pulled one of his black sheets up to cover up my exposed body. “And don’t look at me! You aren’t allowed to ever look at my body again!”
Annoyance flashed across his features for a split second at my comment but he took a deep breath and refocused his attention. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that, Grace.”
A tear slipped down my face. God, why couldn’t I stop crying? “If you could just get me my clothes, please, then I’ll be on my way. Thank you very much.”
